We seize the day

We turn the tide

We touch the stars

Fortune favors the brave

("Fortune Favors the Brave" from Aida)


Chapter 7: The Palace

The compound buzzed with activity for a week after my first successful healing potion ever. I tried to stay out of the way as everyone prepared for whatever their mission was. Judging from the supplies being gathered, I knew it was some kind of battle. Robin and his men were often busy sharpening their weapons and I saw Charming fighting the air with his sword by my makeshift lab a few times.

I split my time between the lab and the kitchens. Those going on the mission needed food and medical supplies. Our days were long but they were productive. More and more, I was starting to feel like a member of this little community. And I believed I was being seen as less of an outsider with each passing day.

The first time I found myself with some own time, I grabbed my bow and arrows for some practice. If my hunch about a battle was right, I wanted to make sure my skills kept improving. As I walked down to the target area, I heard the dull thud of arrows hitting the targets. Was Robin down there? I sped up, hoping so as I hadn't seen him much since the day in my lab. That was a week ago and I found myself missing him.

It wasn't Robin's tall, broad physique that greeted me. The archer was smaller, lithe and very much female. Her dark brown hair was braided and she wore tan breeches under a tan tunic. After a few seconds, I realized I was watching Snow White. She released arrow and arrow with the same skill and precision as Robin. This was a far cry from the helpless girl I remembered from the Disney movie.

I slipped a bit on the slope of the hill, my boot heel landing on a twig. The crack reverberated through the trees. When I glanced up, an arrow was pointed in my direction.

"Regina!" Snow lowered her weapon. "You startled me."

"Sorry. I had wanted to get some practice in but I can go if you want to be alone."

She shook her head. "The target area is open to everyone. I'd love the company."

I climbed down the rest of the way and choose my target. Snow watched as I notched my arrow, took a calming breath and released. The arrow didn't hit the bull's-eye but it landed in an inner ring. Not bad.

"Robin's right. You do have a skill for archery." Snow sounded impressed.

I shrugged. "Did he tell you about my abysmal skills with a sword?"

She laughed. "Don't worry. You'll improve."

"Doubt it," I muttered. I let another arrow fly toward the target—outer ring. "Shit."

"They can't all hit the center all the time. See?" Snow released her own arrow, which hit dead center. She let out a sheepish "Oh."

I shook my head. "And that's why I came down here to practice."

"Good attitude. You'll be as good as Robin and me soon enough with it." She winked at me before focusing on her own target.

The situation struck me as surreal. I was chatting with a princess, the woman everyone believed to be queen, like we were old friends. Did everyone in this camp have that ability? First Robin, then Granny and Red and now Snow White. Maybe there was a nice test you had to pass to join the rebels. Grumpy and his permanent scowl then flashed in my mind and rethought that possibility.

We shoot off a few more arrows in silence before Snow glanced over at me. "So, were you looking for Robin?"

"No." I released my next arrow—it missed the center by what I figured was millimeters. "Why?"

"Just wondering. You two spend a lot of time together."

I shrugged. "He's really been my first friend since I arrived here. I trust him."

"Robin inspires that in people. There's just something about him. And you have to admire how he's carried on after the death of his wife." Snow watched me, gauging my reaction. I guessed she didn't know I had been told about Marian.

I nodded. "I do. I nearly got sick when I heard what happened to her and I didn't even know her. I can't imagine how he reacted."

Snow looked guilty. "He was a determined, angry man when he came into our camp that day. Charming jumped in front of me because we thought he was after me since Marian refused to reveal she had helped me only days before she was captured."

"He's always seen you as the rightful queen. He told me that."

"I know that now. But when an angry widower storms into your camp, you worry." Snow shook her head. "I learned soon I didn't have to. He dropped to his knee and swore his loyalty to me, as long as he could avenge his wife. Charming and I accepted. He's been a great adviser."

She turned back to the target, raising her bow again. Then she glanced at me. "He's pretty handsome as well, don't you agree?"

"I'll admit he's attractive. Not the usual type I look for." I let my arrow fly. "His eyes remind me of my husband's. Bright blue and kind."

"Husband? You're married?"

"I guess gossip doesn't travel as fast as I thought." I sighed, facing her. "Yes. I have a husband named Daniel waiting for me back home."

"I don't think I could stand being separated from Charming like that and we're not married yet." She grew pensive. "Though we have been separated before."

"Your stepmother's doing?"

"Not the first time." Snow sent an arrow hurling toward the target. "Charming was engaged to someone else. Thankfully, she loved someone else and ended it."

"So the second time was your stepmother?"

"Yes. She captured Charming and forced me to take a sleeping curse."

"By giving you an apple," I said, absentmindedly. I froze once I realized what I had said.

Snow's eyes narrowed. "Who told you that?"

I considered lying and saying someone (Granny? Red? Happy? Robin?) told me but decided against it. Granny had told me to be honest and it had worked well for me so far. So I sighed. "In my world, you're a character in what we call fairy tales. That's how I know about the poisoned apple."

This time, her eyes grew wide. "Stories? So you know what happens to us? Tell me!"

For the first time, I realized how young Snow really was. She carried herself with such maturity, I often mistook her for being closer to my age. But I realized she was barely out of her teens. She'd still be in college were we in my world. Here, though, she was responsible for the fates of so many. A difficult burden for one so young, it was no wonder she wanted reassurances that what she was doing was right. That they would win.

Once again, I couldn't lie. "I'm sorry, I don't. The story of Snow White I know doesn't involve you leading a ragtag group of fairy tale characters against the Evil Queen."

"Oh. Of course." Hope faded from Snow's green eyes.

I couldn't let that go. "But there's one thing we always learn from the fairy tales. Good triumphs over evil. You're good and so I know you'll be triumphant even without reading it in a fairy tale."

Snow smiled. "Thank you, Regina. I know Charming doesn't quite trust you yet…"

"That's okay. If I was in his shoes, I probably wouldn't trust me either."

She laughed. "Well, I think I'm closer to trusting you."

"That's all I can ask for," I replied.

We heard someone approaching and tensed up. Snow nodded and we turned, bows at the ready. Red held up her hands. "I come in peace. Snow, you're needed."

"I'll be right there. Thank you, Red." She turned to me. "You coming, Regina?"

I nodded, gathering my arrows. We followed Red back to camp.


Snow and Red hurried away as soon as we reached the edge of camp while I headed for Granny's. I caught sight of Robin outside another cabin, talking with a tall yet plump woman. Red curls escaped from under her veil and she wore a plain blue dress. She clutched Roland's hand as she listened to whatever Robin said.

I approached Granny and pointed to the woman. "Who's that?"

"Remember I told you about Hilda, the widow who was caring for Roland when Marian was captured?" I nodded and Granny continued. "That's her."

"So is she here to take care of Roland while Robin's on the mysterious mission?"

Granny nodded. "She lives in a nearby village but comes when needed. She's one of the few people Robin trusts with Roland."

Roland spotted me and broke free from his father. He ran across the courtyard to me and I crouched down to catch him. "Lady Regina! Papa's going away and he said I have to protect you."

"Well, now I feel much safer." I knelt down, hugging him as he giggled.

He wrapped his arms around my neck and his legs around my waist. I was able to pick him up and carrying him over to his father, who smiled at us. Hilda, on the other hand, frowned. "You know better than to run off," she scolded Roland.

Robin frowned. "He only ran across the courtyard. I let him do it all the time. Roland knows where he can and cannot go."

"You are too lax with him, Robin." Hilda was still scolding but her voice had softened. "Boys need boundaries. He can't go running off when he feels like it."

"I wanted to tell Lady Regina about my job," Roland explained.

Hilda focused on me as if seeing me for the first time. "Lady Regina? I've never seen you before. When did you come here?"

"A month ago," Robin replied. Had a month really gone by?

She frowned. "And what brought you here?"

"I found myself the victim of misfortune and everyone here was generous enough to take me in." The truth without revealing too much.

"Roland? Why don't you go play? I'll fetch you for dinner." Robin took his son from me and placed him down. After looking between the three of us, Roland ran off to find his friends. He turned to Hilda. "Are you done interrogating Regina?"

"Not yet. What's this job Roland had to tell you about?" Hilda asked me.

I smiled. "He's going to protect me while everyone is away. My own White Knight."

Hilda glared at Robin but he ignored her, focusing on me. "I'm afraid I won't be able to say this in the morning, so I want to say my farewells now. Milady."

He took my hand and raised it to his lips, like he had the night we first met. I tried to keep my voice from cracking as I wished him luck. "Please, try to stay safe."

"As my lady commands." He bowed low and I rolled my eyes, though I knew everything—his words and actions—were genuine. They were also over the top.

"Robin, we should go inside to finish discussing things." Hilda's voice was once again sweet but it didn't cover the irritation well enough. She gave me a side-eye. "Good day, Lady Regina."

I did not miss the sarcasm in her voice. Nor did Robin, judging by his frown. He took his leave of me before following her to another cabin. I turned and stormed back to the kitchens.

"I take it you and Hilda didn't get off on the right foot?" Granny asked.

I shook my head. "We didn't argue but I got the distinct impression she disliked me immediately. How long has she been in love with Robin?"

"Aha!" Red exclaimed, pointing at her grandmother with flour-covered hands. "I told you she'd figure it out. Hilda's the only one that thinks she's being coy."

"So Robin knows?" I asked.

Granny nodded. "He's turned her down gently, he's turned her down harshly. But each time he summons her to care for Roland, she gets hopeful again."

"The only way to get her to fully back off is for Robin to marry again. Then he'll not only be off the marked but he'll have someone to take care of Roland." Red handed me some potatoes to peel.

"I've offered to watch the boy but I think he still sends for Hilda because Marilyn trusted her." Granny sighed. "Best keep out of her way, Regina."

"Why? I'm not a threat to her. I'm married."

"She doesn't know that. And you don't have a husband to show her." Granny looked over the rims of her glasses. "Besides, all she'll see anyway is how close you and Robin are."

Red nodded. "He doesn't call her 'milady.'"

I agreed they were right before concentrating on my tasks. This was a small camp but I knew I could find ways to avoid Hilda until Robin returned.


The next morning, those going on the mission left at dawn. I stood next to Granny as we watched them depart, wearing the cloak she made me to keep out the morning chill. Robin had been right about not having time to say goodbye this morning. He had to make sure his men were present and ready as well as pry a tearful Roland from his leg. Roland tried to run to me but Hilda stopped him, holding him as his father prepared to leave.

Red hugged me, which surprised me. And not just because I didn't know she was going on this mission. "Take care of Granny for me," she whispered.

"I will," I whispered back. "Be safe."

Charming gave the signal and the group moved out, disappearing into the woods. One by one, the others drifted away until Granny and I were the only ones to remain. "They'll be okay, right?" I asked.

"We have to keep hoping so." Granny patted my arm. "Come, let's have some breakfast."


Our little camp grew quiet and eerie with so many people gone. My time in the kitchens was halved as we didn't have to prepare as much food. I tried to spend more time then in my lab but Happy and I ran out of supplies three days after they left. So to avoid Hilda, I spent more time either at the target area or helping Granny with the laundry. I couldn't sew—it was a skill Mother didn't think I needed—but I was able to fold. Granny also taught me some stitches so I knew how.

I also played with the children as well. Over time, I realized their games were not very different from the ones I had played as a girl. Ogre, for instance, was very much like tag, except whoever was "it" was called an ogre. When I played, I was often the Ogre. Perhaps it was because my skirts slowed down or the fact I tried to growl and be ogre-like that made the children tag me often.

One day, Roland and Pinocchio approached me as I helped Granny fold shirts. They begged me to play Ogre with them and the other children. Roland clasped his hands together and looked at me with wide brown eyes. "Please?"

I glanced at Granny, who shook with silent laughter. She nodded and I placed the unfolded shirts back in the basket before standing. Roland and Pinocchio took my hands and led me to the other children. We passed Hilda, who frowned and muttered something about "shirking responsibilities." I paid her no mind.

"Lady Regina's the ogre!" Roland announced. The others squealed and began running around. I made my hands look like claws and chased after them.

It was around noon, so none of us had shadows. But as I tagged Hansel, I noticed a strange shadow on the ground. It appeared to be a large bird. Glancing up, I felt the blood drain from my face. A flying monkey was circling overhead.

Hitching my skirts in one hand, I began gathering children in the other and pushed them into my lab. The others noticed the monkey and began taking cover, though a few tried to reach the children.

The burst of activity alerted the monkey and it swooped down toward us. My heart stopped when I saw Roland in its way. I ran, scooping him up before the monkey could. We hit the ground and I turned to take the brunt of the impact. I clutched him close as an arrow pierced the monkey's leg. It let out an unnatural screech before taking to the skies again.

Granny stood in the middle of the courtyard, holding a crossbow. She scanned the skies, waiting to see if the monkey had any friends coming along. I picked up Roland, setting him on my hip as he clung to me. "Why did that attack us?" I asked Granny.

"I don't know. We best get everyone inside to the dining hall for a roll call." Granny turned and walked toward her cabin.

I helped round up the children and we all sat at the long tables everyone ate at each night. Roland continued to cling to me even though Hilda tried to take him many times. I ran a hand through his hair and tried to soothe him as Granny made sure everyone was still there. She sighed. "All present and accounted for. Thank goodness."

"Do you think it means they failed to take the Palace? That the queen has taken them?" one woman asked, frantic.

Granny shook her head. "I think if they had lost, the Queen would send those Black Soldiers of hers to capture all of us. I think the flying monkey's presence means they are succeeding."

"How so?" Hilda asked.

"Because it means the Queen is trying to distract them, to get them to divert attention away from their goal. This means there may be more attacks. We must remain vigilant. And I'm afraid it means we must limit our time outside for the time being. Agreed?" Granny stared at us.

We agreed.


No one went outside unless necessary as we neared the two week mark. I took to wearing my bow over my shoulder wherever I went, even if I didn't anticipate going outside. One could never be too careful, I figured.

The children began suffering from cabin fever. We tried to keep them as entertained as possible. One day, I convinced some of the other women to push the tables away and the children played Ogre in the dining room. The games never lasted long enough though and boredom set back in quickly for them.

I didn't see Roland, though. Hilda kept him locked up in the cabin she was staying in. One of the women also living in the cabin told me he asked for me every day, but Hilda refused to let him outside. So one morning, I took my bow and crossed the courtyard to the cabin. I knocked on the door and waited.

Hilda opened the door and glared at me. "What do you want?"

"I'd like to see Roland. I heard he's asking for me."

"He's busy with his chores."

"Just for a few minutes? Then he can go back to his chores, I promise."

Hilda shook her head. "No. I don't know what you are playing at, but Roland is in my care and he's not going anywhere."

I tried to keep calm. "I'm not going to hurt him. I care for him as well."

She shut the door behind her as she stepped closer to me. "I will not let you use Roland as a ploy to woo Robin. He's not interested."

I narrowed my eyes. "You don't know anything about the relationship Robin and I have. Which, not that it's any of your business, is just friendship. Either way, I would never use a child just to get into his father's good graces."

"I don't believe you."

"Of course not." I stepped closer, lowering my voice. "Because it's what you're doing. You hope that one day, he'll come back and fall to his knees professing his love. That's why you keep watching Roland. It's not going to work. He is not interested in you. Time to face the fact."

"You're not going to see Roland. Ever, if I have my way. Good day, Lady Regina." She stepped back into her cabin and slammed the door.

I let out a growl of frustration. That woman didn't have Roland's best interest at heart, I knew. Not while she was trying to become the next Mrs. Robin Hood. And she accused me of using Roland to get Robin! Talk about pot calling the kettle black.

Resigned, I headed back to Granny's. Something hit my ear. I froze, straining to hear it. Hoof beats. It was strange how fast I had learned to identify those. Grabbing my bow, I notched an arrow and prepared to fire it. No one was going to invade this camp.

Others heard the sound and came running outside. I saw Granny with her crossbow from the corner of my eye. We weren't going down without a fight. I prayed Hilda had the sense to flee with Roland if it came to that.

The rider burst through the trees, riding hard toward camp. I lowered my bow, recognizing one of the Merry Men. Granny hurried closer to me. "What news?"

He reined in his horse, smiling. "We were victorious. The Palace is ours!"

Everyone cheered, myself included though I had no clue what that meant. The Merry Man continued. "Princess Snow White wants everyone to pack up camp and journey to the Winter Palace. The others are coming to help escort you."

"You heard the man," Granny said. "Start packing. Regina, come with me."

I followed her to help pack. There wasn't much I called my own and I only filled half a trunk with the few dresses I had been given. Granny placed some parchment over them and started to put the of Red's dresses on top of mine. We were packed in about an hour, joining the others at wagons the Merry Men brought.

Craning my neck, I search for Robin but didn't see him anywhere. Much the Miller's Son (his real name) approached me. "Robin had to stay behind at the Palace, milady, and help guard it in case the Queen tries to reclaim it."

"Oh, that's understandable. Thank you."

Much placed the trunk on the wagon before he helped me in. "Don't fear, milady. We'll make certain everyone makes it to the Palace with no trouble. Promise."

"Thank you, though I think I'll keep my bow with me. Just in case." I glanced around. "Where's Roland?"

"He's on Little John's wagon. To be honest, you were supposed to be on it but, well…" Much shifted from foot to foot.

I sighed. "Let me guess. Hilda didn't want me on it?"

Much nodded, leaning close. "If you ask me, I think she's being silly. Robin trusts you with Roland, and so should she. He's not going to be too happy when he hears about it."

Little John gave the signal and Much jumped into the driver's seat, Granny by his side. A few other women had joined me in the wagon and Hansel as well as Gretel came to sit next to me. I taught them some of the songs I sang as a child and they taught me some of theirs as we rolled toward the road leading to the Palace.


The Palace was three and a half days away at the speed the wagons had to go. Much told me it had taken them two at a hard ride and stopping only for little sleep. For the most part, we didn't stop to rest. We all took turns sleeping in the wagon so that there were people who were always awake in case we needed to defend ourselves.

I was dozing one day with Gretel pressed to my side, asleep as well. Someone shook me and I cracked open to find Granny turned in the front seat. I frowned. "Is something wrong?"

She shook her head. "No. We're approaching the palace."

"We're almost there?" I sat up, mindful of Gretel who slumbered on, and tried to get my first glimpse of our new home.

The Palace was everything I ever imagined a fairy tale palace to be. It was a tall white stone building with several towers. We crossed a stone bridge to enter into the courtyard, only the first part of the palace grounds. I saw a few more gates before one entered the actually palace building. It appeared every window would have a view of the forest and water surrounding the building. All in all, I felt it a gorgeous new home.

Little John's wagon had led the way and Robin had already been reunited with his son. Though Roland sat on his hip, he frowned and discussed something with Little John. The taller man pointed at our wagon and then at Hilda. I figured they were discussing me and why I was with Much instead of Little John. I didn't understand all the fuss—I was only a friend to Robin.

Robin handed Roland to Little John and approached our wagon. Much helped the others get down but Robin jumped in when it was my turn to get down. He held out his hand and I took it, letting him guide me back to the ground. It felt good to be out of the wagon.

"Are you well, milady?" he asked.

I nodded. "For the most part. A bit stiff, but nothing a good walk won't fix."

"Shall we then?" Robin held out his arm to me. I looped mine through it and he guided me toward the gardens. Everything was green and neat, but I didn't see any flowers. As if reading my mind, Robin said, "Snow will see that the gardens are restored to their former splendor. The Queen wasn't fond of flowers, it seems."

"It seems she wasn't fond of a lot of things," I replied.

Robin chuckled before turning serious. "I want to thank you. Roland told me about the flying monkey attack and how you saved him. You are his hero."

My cheeks burned. "Granny should also be his hero. She shot the monkey, chasing it away."

"Sharing the credit, I see. But don't sell yourself sort. You put yourself in danger to protect Roland."

"It just came naturally."

"And that's why you'll make a great mother, Regina. Once we get you back to your husband, of course."

"You seem so certain I will be."

"That's the secret, milady. If you believe it, it will happen." He winked.

I laughed. "I guess I'll have to follow your lead."

We slipped into silence and my legs felt stronger with each turn. Robin squeezed my hand. "I wanted to apologize for Hilda. I know she gave you a hard time."

"She was only doing what she thought was best for Roland," I lied.

"Do you really believe that?"

Could the man read minds? "No, I thought she was being a tyrant and wanted to hurt me at the cost of hurting Roland."

"We agree on that. I shall speak with her though I do not think she will be here much longer. Now that Roland and I are reunited, she'll go back to her own village."

"Regina!" The wind was knocked out of me as someone enveloped me in a viselike hug. It took me a few minutes to realize it was Red.

I hugged her back. "Glad to see you came through without a scratch."

She pulled away. "Actually, I did. Your healing potion worked wonders. Right, Robin?"

Red nudged him and he smiled. "Of course it did. Though I'm afraid we're a bit low now, milady. It was fierce fight."

"I imagine. Good thing I brought more with me." I frowned. "How bad was the fight?"

"We'll tell everyone at supper tonight. For now, we want everyone to get settled into their new rooms." Robin bowed. "I shall see you tonight, my ladies."

He walked away as Red tugged on my hand. "Come on. You have to see the rest of the palace. It's the fanciest place I've ever seen."


Red was right. The Palace was the fanciest place I've ever seen, even though it was in the process of being redecorated. She chattered on as we climbed a large, sweeping marble staircase. I vowed to come back later and do my best Scarlett O'Hara impression.

At the top of the stairs hung a giant painting of a king and queen. He was a tall man, somewhat plump with his crown covering his hair. She sat in a gold chair lined with velvet. Her long dark hair fell in curls from underneath her crown. Both had kind faces, just like…"Are they Snow's parents?"

"Yes. That's King Leopold and Queen Eva. Snow had their painting restore the minute we seized the palace."

"Snow looks like her mother."

Red nodded before taking my hand again. "Come on. Our rooms are down this way."

She led me down a long corridor lined with polished mahogany doors. As we approached a window, she opened a door. "Here we are."

I entered into a furnished sitting room. A table with chairs was stood off to the side, set up for afternoon tea, while beige sofas sat in the middle of the room. Four doors led away from this central room. Going from left to right, Red named them off. "Granny's, mine, yours and the water closet. We won't have to run outside if nature calls."

"That's an improvement." I approached my door and opened it.

Sunshine filled my new room, making the gold walls glow. Everything else was beige—the curtains on the window and on the four poster bed, made up with soft blankets and fluffy billows. My trunk sat at the foot of my bed. I crossed over to the white wardrobe and opened the doors. Someone had already unpacked my few dresses as well as the clothing I wore when I arrived in the Enchanted Forest. A few new pairs of shoes lined the floor of the wardrobe. They did look used, but I was grateful for whoever gave them to me.

I closed the door and looked back at Red. "Someone pinch me. I think I must be dreaming."

"I know, right?" She laughed. "I'll let you get some rest before supper. I have some more investigating to do."

"Rest sounds great. I'll see you down there. Thank you, Red."

Once she left, I took of my boots and laid down on the bed. I sunk down a bit, as if the bed was trying to envelope me. This was as close to heaven I was going to get in this place. I closed my eyes, knowing I could get used to this life.


Red and I got lost at least twice trying to find the Great Hall where supper was to be eaten. At last, Much found us and led us to the right room. Others had also gotten lost, so we were not the last ones to the meal. We settled at the long table which was covered by a gold table cloth. Several dishes, including a roasted pig, lay out before us. My stomach rumbled at the sight.

"Hungry?" Robin slid into the unoccupied seat at my right.

I nodded. "Everything smells amazing. Then again we've been eating light the past few days."

A hush fell over us as Snow and Charming entered the room. They wore bright gold outfits and Snow had left her hair loose. She looked like the young, carefree girl she should've been had her stepmother not gotten in the way.

We stood, watching as they took their seats at the head of the table. Charming raised his goblet. "To everyone who helped us reclaim this palace, thank you. We salute you."

"Cheers!" Snow raised her goblet and sipped. We copied her motions.

They sat down and we did as well. It was like a game of Simon Says. Everyone started eating as stories of the battle were shared. How they fought against the black guards and defeated them easily. The flying monkeys proved more challenging but Snow recalled a secret tunnel from her childhood. She used it with a few select people and they took the Queen by surprise. Everyone attacked at that point, driving the Queen from the palace.

"So where did she go?" I asked.

Robin shrugged. "Our best guess is the Winter Palace. But we're leaving her be for now. Most of her black guards have deserted her and turned coat. She still has those blasted flying monkeys, but her grasp on the villagers is weakening. Many are welcoming Snow and Charming as their rightful rulers."

"That's good. I hope this ends soon. That Queen has to go," Granny said.

Charming cleared his throat, clinking his knife against his glass. We fell silent as he stood. "Snow and I have an announcement we'd like to make. We've reclaimed the Palace and so, we will be getting married three weeks from now."

Everyone clapped, myself included. Snow beamed at her husband-to-be. Things were looking up and I found myself glad to be here. After all, who didn't love a wedding?


A/N: Tonight's the winter finale. No Once after tonight until March. And we know Robin has to make a choice tonight. This is terrifying, isn't it? But I am excited to see the other Villainesses tonight. Should be great!

I'm afraid I may not be able to post a chapter next week. I'm going to try, but I've fallen behind again. And with the holidays coming up…there's so much to prepare for! I've also looked at my outline for this story and realized I packed a lot into each chapter. So much so I've been adding more chapters almost every week. Which means I keep pushing back the chapter you've no doubt been waiting for, if you're familiar with Outlander.

So, enjoy tonight's episode. If I can't post next week, I'll let you know via my tumblr (link available on my bio page).

-Mac