Snow looks really upset."What are you doing, facing the Queen without me!"
David smiles, "You are up!" he says.
"Well?" she asks.
He shrugs.
"I'm just happy to see you. Would you like to go for a walk?"
Snow side glances at him. "I think I would."
They walk together by the training ground, around the stables until they are far away from the castle. The terrain is getting rougher to walk on and Snow is just wearing the dress she threw on hurriedly on her way out.
"I'm not really dressed for this," she mumbles.
"Would you like to go back, your Highness?"
She lifts up her dress off the ground and shakes her head real quick. "No," she says. "The moment I step away from the castle I feel like I can breathe. I'm in no great hurry to get back in there again."
He looks at her and then he looks down. "Funny, all these years I thought it was just me," he replies.
"Not just you," she smiles."Let's turn left here."
He looks at her surprised. She is leading him to the little pond the servants like to call it either the secret pond or the love pond. Does she know that's what the servants call it? He should leave it alone, of course, he really shouldn't say anything, but he does love it when she blushes.
"This pond has a funny name," he comments.
"It's still good for dipping one's feet in," she smiles not fased at all."What is the name of it? I forget. The love lake or the kissing pond?"
He feels a little disappointed by her lack of a reaction. Maybe he should try to see how many time he can make her blush. It could be his personal goal for the day.
"The secret pond. Or the love pond. You already knew," he mumbles.
"Oh, yeah, the secret pond. I almost forgot. I did know about it. I used to spend all my time in the kitchen, remember? The kitchen staff loved talking about taking their sweethearts to the love pond..."
Back when it was safe to love someone. Before Regina the Queen started using love against them.
"What happened? Why did you stop coming to the kitchen? You said things got complicated once you were twelve..."
"I did say that. How do you even remember? Do you remember everything everybody says?" she asks. "That's incredible..."
Not everybody, just every single thing you say, he thinks but he stays silent.
"When I was twelve my father started suspecting that Regina was having an affair. All of sudden he wanted to know, where I was, how I spent my day, how much time I spent with her...And telling him that I spent my day peeling potatoes with Jenny, because I was trying to avoid my music tutor, wasn't something I cared to admit," she shrugs.
He laughs. "You can peel potatoes?"
"Oh, you'd be amazed. Except for complicated things, I'm really handy in the kitchen. I could gut a fish if I had to, or pluck a goose."
"No!" he laughs.
"Yes!" she smiles. "I spent hours watching Nellie and helping Jenny out. If I ever run away from the castle I could probably get a job as a cook's assistant, or a maid. I spent a lot of time with Johanna too."
He looks really amused."Not squeamish then," he replies.
"As a princess I am practically obligated to be squeamish, but no, not really," she laughs. "However geese are birds. I'd probably never allow them at my table if it was up to me."
"How about chickens?"
"No birds at my table."
"Have you ever talked to a chicken?"
"No!" she laughs. "It's the principle though!"
"I see."
"I tried to get my father to do this before, but Regina loved roasted chicken, so..."
He is still laughing and doesn't reply.
"Regina and my father was a tragic tale. Not a love story, mind you, just a tragic tale. Unfortunately two people who barely know each other shouldn't get married. Especially if they are both still in love and grieving their lost mates..."
"That's sad," David comments.
"It is sad, because my father was the kindest man that you'd ever met. And Regina was really sweet before she was forced to marry him."
"Really?" He has a hard time picturing Regina as anything other than an arrogant despotic queen.
"She really was..."
"If you say so..."
They are at the pond now. The water is dark covered by white and purple waterlilies. Snow lifts up her skirt carefully and takes her shoes of, then sits on the rocks at the very edge of the pond putting her feet in the water.
"Come on," she invites him. "I know you are supposed to be guarding me but I'm pretty sure there's no danger here."
"I don't know," he smiles."That frog looks quite menacing."He points to a rather large bullfrog croaking nearby.
"But he is so cute!" Snow protests. She is right, there's nobody around. He reluctantly removes his sword, he sits down and takes off his boots. His folds up his pants and puts feet in the water.
"The water is so cold," he says making a funny face.
She splashes him.
He laughs. She giggles and kicks the water towards him this time.
He fights the urge to reach over and push her in the water. He looks down and doesn't respond. She is still laughing.
"I met a mermaid once," she offers.
"Really?"
"Yes! That was another tragic story. She told me she was in love with a prince, and she didn't know what to do about it."
"What happened?" He asks.
"I don't know. I never saw her again."
"What do you think happened?"
"She swam away with her heart broken? What else could have happened?"
He laughs. "You don't know. Maybe she kissed him and he grew a fishtale!"
Snow laughs really hard. "Impossible! You are a romantic at heart aren't you? Can you imagine? That'd be quite something. Do you think he'd mind living in the ocean?"
"It depends."
"On what?"
"Is the ocean water really cold?"
"Yes."
"Was the mermaid really pretty?" he laughs.
"She was beautiful."
"Then he shouldn't mind too much," he smirks and she splashes him again.
She takes a careful look at him. This is so nice, so freeing. The two of them away from the castle, playing, not on a life threatening mission.
"Have you ever played the secret pond game?" she asks. Have you ever come to the secret pond with anyone, is what she wants to ask, but she doesn't.
"There's a game?"
If he doesn't know the game then maybe he's never come here. A guy that looks like him has never come to the secret pond with a girl? How is that even possible? You'd think that the girls working at the castle would be throwing themselves at him, Snow wonders. Her heart twinges as she thinks about that. She doesn't want him coming here with anyone else.
Not fair, she reminds herself. He doesn't owe her anything. Nothing is happening between them. He works for her. Nothing can happen between them.
"Yes, there's a game. You ask a question and everybody needs to answer it, no matter what. If they don't want to answer they are obligated to take a step towards the deep end of the pond."
"Winner is what, the one who doesn't drown?" he smiles.
She laughs. "The pond is not that deep. Winner is the one that is dryer by the end of the game," she hesitates.
This is a terrible idea. Probably the worse idea she's had in weeks, but he is sitting there smiling back at her. She can't help herself. "Do you want to play?" she asks.
"You've already splashed me. You have me at a disadvantage!"
"Do I?" she asks.
He dips his hand in the water and flicks his wet fingers at her face.
She giggles.
"What was that for?" she asks.
"Just leveling the playingfield, your Highness!" he smirks.
"When I'm done with you you will be in the frozen water begging for mercy!" she laughs.
"We"ll see about that " he counters.
He looks at her carefully, then he looks at the water. "Wait, how am I going to explain how drenched I am when we get back?" he asks.
"We'll say there was a sudden downpour," she replies brightly.
He stares at the very clear blue sky.
"We could always sneak in through the tunnels. There's no hurry to get back," she smiles.
"Alright," he agrees. "Do you want to go first?"
"Yes, let's see. Let's start with something easy. What is a big lie that you told?"
He thinks for a moment. "Hmm I... I kind of took the blame for some damage done in the kitchen. Somebody else did it accidentally and they were too terrified to admit it."
Snow's eyes open wide. "You did that?" she asks quietly. "Did you get in trouble?"
"Not really. I just had to work without pay for a while," he shrugs.
That is both brave and terribly unfair, she thinks.
"David, how long is a while?"
"Six months."
She gasps. "I'm so sorry," she replies.
"Not your fault."
"Who did you take the blame for?"
"Rose."
Rose, the very shy girl who washes the dishes. Snow's expression softens.
"That was incredibly noble of you," she comments.
"You'd have done the same," he shrugs. "Now come on, your turn. A big lie you've told."
She hesitates. "I tell people that I don't remember much about my mother because I can't bear to talk about her...in fact, you are the first person I've talked with, about her," she replies. She waits a few seconds and then she shakes her head. "This is too gloomy. The game is supposed to be fun. Come on, your turn. Ask away..."
"First love," he states simply.
"Oh, that's easy. His name was Jack and he was a coach man. I was six and he gave me piggy back rides so I told him I'd marry him. I made him a daisy crown and everything. He was probably nineteen at the time. He was very sweet about it, just mildly embarrassed."
"That's both adorable and really funny," he laughs.
"Poor guy, he was so nice, he wore my daisy crown for the whole day," she smiles. "Your turn."
"Alright, her name was Sophie. I was five and I liked her braids," he laughs.
"Aw, how old was she?"
"She was five too. She was really good at playing tag. I thought that to be a very important quality in a girl," he smiles.
Snow throws her head back and laughs. "It could come in handy, you don't know."
"Exactly."
She looks at him sitting there, unarmed, smiling. She can't resist the next question.
She really shouldn't, she knows that but she is going to go for it. She is going to do it. " Are you in love now?" she asks. She doesn't realize it, but she is holding her breath.
A soft grunt escapes his lips."How many steps in the water?" he asks.
"Just one," she replies.
"Alright," he replies. He takes a deep breath and pushes himself of the rock he was sitting on. He stands in the water and takes a step in. He breathes fast, trying to adjust to the cold water that now comes all the way up his waist.
"You know that's practically an admission, right?" she teases.
"Is it?" he smiles. "Well?" he asks looking at her.
She shakes her head. There is no way she is answering that question. She gets up from the rock she was sitting on and she takes a step into the water.
David looks at her amused. Why did she ask a question she was unwilling to answer?
"Who did you tell who you are in love with?" he asks.
That is a trick question. She closes her eyes, shakes her head and and takes another step forward. "Are you going to answer this one?" she asks him.
"Sure. I haven't told anybody anything."
"You haven't told anybody anything about what? That answer seems too vague. Care to elaborate?"
"Is this your next question?" he asks.
"No, that's me calling your answer incomplete."
He takes another step in the water.
"If I let you win, can we drop this? Because the water is cold," she mumbles.
"Let me win? I'm very clearly winning!"
"Mostly because you are taller."
"Details," he smiles. "Would your Highness ever admit to loving someone?" he asks completely out of turn.
"No!"
"Why not?" he frowns and suddenly they are not playing the game anymore. They are standing there in the cold water and he watches as her face flushes red.
"Everybody thinks that I'm being coy, or playing games when I say that I will never marry."
"I don't think you are being coy," he interrupts.
"Everyone thinks that once I fall in love I will change my mind. But I won't. Because I can't," she adds looking both sad and decisive.
"Won't fall in love or won't change your mind?" he asks.
"I won't change my mind."
"Why not?" he asks again, and now his voice is soft and pleading and he's the one holding his breath.
"Did I ever tell you how I betrayed Regina's secret?"
"When you were a little girl?"
"Yes. She doesn't care how old I was. She thinks that I got her lover killed. She holds me responsible. If I were to admit to being in in love," Snow continues, "Regina would kill him to get me back. Or lock him up in the dungeons or torture him, or...so I can't do that. Ever." Her voice sounds really broken and small.
He nods then he looks up at her face. She looks so beautiful, her green eyes focused, her forehead frowning, her hair coming out of the ribbon she put on hastily this morning. So serious. And then she lifts her eyes to look at him. Does he understand what she is actually saying?
"For what it's worth," he says quietly, "if you were in love with someone...-" he pauses for a brief second.
"Yes?" she whispers, and she holds her breath.
"He'd think you were worth the risk," he replies.
She shakes her head no and she looks down. "Please," she says quietly, "I couldn't...-" her voice trails off.
"But is that something you'd want to do? Get married...have children..."
She looks right at him and nods really fast several times before the answer reaches her lips. "Yes!"
He stays silent for a second. There's an obvious solution to the situation he thinks, a solution that might destroy him, but still.
"You could always fall in love with a prince from far away, preferably one with an army, he can take you away and Regina won't be able to reach you or him..." he replies and waits for her reaction.
She gives him a sad smile. Does he really mean that? Would he really not mind if she fell in love with somebody else? Wouldn't he care if she went away?
"Would you come with me?" she asks, quietly. He looks at her. Her soft voice sends his heart fluttering. He closes his eyes. Does she have any idea what she is asking of him?
"I took an oath," he replies and he feels the sting of the words just as he says them. How bad would it break him if he had to watch that, he wonders. How would it feel like if he was guarding her and had to watch her in the arms of another man?
"Would you come with me if you hadn't taken an oath?" she asks.
He already knows the answer to that one... "Yes."
She looks away then she takes several steps away and then she closes her eyes, holds her breath and completely submerges in the water.
He looks at the spot in the water where she dove, his heart beating fast. He dives in as well.
"The water is lovely," he says once she resurfaces, even though he is frozen and has to make a conscious effort not to let his teeth chatter.
"Best swim ever," she says, her teeth actually chattering.
"You are freezing, we should step out," he says very quietly.
"You win" she smiles.
"I think we are even," he replies.
Her hair has come off her head band and it is now dripping on the waterlily floating next to her face. Her lips are turning purple, her skin is so white and the way she looks at him leaves him unable to think straight. In this very moment she is the most beautiful sight his eyes ever laid on. Just one step, just one step and he can pull her in his arms and kiss her. Would she let him? Would she dismiss him from her service? Would she have him locked up? He needs to get away from her, he needs to gather his thoughts, he needs to pull himself together fast. He reaches for the rocks at the end of the pond and he pulls himself out. He turns around to offer her his hand. She shakes her head.
"Not yet," she smiles.
"As you wish, your Highness," he replies, emphasis on her title, trying to build back that wall between them. Trying to stay away. He took a coward's way out, he realizes. He didn't kiss her not because he is afraid of the consequences but because this is already more than he's ever dreamed of. She is the most beautiful dream he's ever had. And he is not ready to wake up yet. If he kisses her and she turns him down...if she doesn't love him at all, there'd be no dream left. Why did she even suggest the secret game, if she never plans on admitting she loves anyone? Why try to gather all this information about him, if she'll never admit her feelings? What game is she playing at? Is she trying to torture him?
He walks away and gathers some sticks and dry leaves. He finds a chopped down log that someone has left behind. He picks it all up and he heads back to the pond. She is cold so he is going to build a fire.
Snow is in the water, freezing, trying to form clear cohesive thoughts. Her brain feels foggy. She is dizzy with excitement and longing. She absentmindedly pushes around the waterlilies in the pond. What did she just do? What did she do this for? Why ask questions and then tell him nothing and squash any potential of him ever considering the possibility of her loving him? Why, why would she do that?
She looks at her reflection in the water. Her eyes are glowing, her lips are bright red, her teeth are chattering but she still feels like her body is on fire. She did it because she couldn't help herself, she did it because she wants to spend every moment of her day talking to him, she wants him looking at her with eyes full of hope, she wants his love more than anything she's ever wanted in her whole complicated miserable life. She loves him.
"For what it's worth he'd think you were worth the risk," his words echo in her mind. No, she argues. This can never happen. She can't be responsible for him getting hurt or dying. She loves him too much to let this happen. And yet she is unable to stay away from him. She wakes up in the morning and her first thought is to find out if he is back from training. She doesn't want to go to sleep alone on her large empty canopy bed. She 'd rather sleep on an armchair if front of the fireplace in hopes that he might join her. She knew she was in love with him, but she hadn't quite realized the magnitude of her feelings. Not until now. She has backed herself into a corner and there's no escape. Slowly she pulls herself out of the water. Her whole body is burning and freezing at the same time. She walks behind a tree for privacy and lifts up the folds of her dress. She tries to ring the water out of it.
David is back by the pond carrying a a stack of logs. When he doesn't see her in the water he panics. He drops the firewood and rushes to the end of the pond.
"Snow!" he yells and gets ready to jump in the water.
"I'm alright," she says timidly and she walks out from behind the tree.
He lets out a sigh of relief. "There you are!" he replies. Her dress is soaked and clinging tightly to her body. He looks away. He doesn't need the additional stimulation. He picks up the firewood and he starts building a fire. When the flames are large and bright she joins him. She feels the heat of the flames warming up her cold body and she feels a little better. Neither of them talks, they just stand there, warming up, letting their clothes dry up. Snow is mostly dry now.
"We should head back," she says but her voice sounds uncertain.
"As you wish," he replies and he puts his sword back on. She bites her lips. Say something, her mind begs, say something. Anything. Find a way to make this feel playful and normal again. He looks at her. Her hair is all tangled, her dress though now mostly dry is all wrinkled. There' are leaves and twigs stuck at the hem of her dress.
"Wait!" He steps in closer. He gives her a smile she can't quite decipher then he kneels and picks the leaves off her dress.
Snow freezes. She is used to people bowing before her. She is used to people showing their respect, but this is different somehow. Intimate. Her heart is beating fast, her hands shaking. She wants to kneel down as well or reach for him and lift him up. She watches him with baited breath as he stands up slowly and removes a little twig caught up in the tangle of her hair. He pauses for a second and dares a glance in her eyes. The longing he reads there takes his breath away. She watches his hand barely stroke her hair as he pulls one more leaf out. She wants him to stroke her cheek so badly she feels like she might cry. She is ready to reach up and take his hand and place it on her cheek, but she panics at the last minute.
"Thank you" she rasps instead and he looks away.
He can't do that, he can't just stand there and pretend that he is not dying to pull her in his arms. But he has to.
"Please," "I couldn't." Her previous words echo in his mind. he has to respect her wishes, he can't just go with what he wants. He looks to the ground.
"Shall we go?" he asks.
"Yes," she replies.
They are very lucky because they do not encounter anyone on the way to the castle. They sneak in through the tunnels. He walks her all the way through to the heavy wooden door that leads to the secret mirror door in her bed chambers, then he turns around and walks back out of the tunnels. He enters the castle alone at the front gate.
"What happened to you?" A black knights mocks watching David's crumpled up tunic.
"I fell in a wishing well," David replies and he slowly heads to Snow's chambers.
Snow's cheeks flash a bright red when she sees him enter the Main room. She's already changed to a lovely off white dress, her hair untangled and held up in a loose elegant bun.
"What happened to you?" Ruby exclaims.
"Apologies for being late your Highness," he says ignoring her and bowing towards Snow's direction.
"So formal," Ruby interrupts."Could you hurry up and get ready please? You need to be ready to escort Snow in two minutes.
"It's fine, there's no rush," Snow replies, glaring at Ruby.
David is back in ten minutes. Snow holds her breath. He looks good in his dark tunic, and his black leather pants she thinks and then she tries to clear all such thoughts from her mind. She gets up and exits the main room, David walking right behind her. She heads to the back gardens.
"Sorry about Ruby," Snow whispers. "She had no idea I was the reason you were late. And I had no idea that he was going to show up today...-"
He shakes his head as if to say it's fine, and then he doesn't say anything else because at the bottom of a beautiful rose arch there's a very handsome royal waiting for Snow White. David recognizes him from Midas' ball. He tries hard to remember his name. Who did Gus say he was? Definitely a prince. David stand back, and lets Snow walk forward alone. He tries hard to look calm and focused and he is the very picture of efficiency and professionalism when Snow throws a glance in his direction before offering her hand to the prince. The prince smiles and bows and brushes her fingers with his lips. Snow smiles and curtsies.
"So very good to see you again, Snow White" he says and wraps her arm around his and he leads her on a slow stroll among the maze that is the Queen's flower garden. David has no idea what they are talking about but he hears Snow laugh a couple of times and then she claps her hands.
Maybe he was right about the wishing well, David thinks bitterly. Maybe the pond's water was magical and he wished a strong prince with an army into existence for her and there he is. She deserves to be happy, David tries to convince himself as Snow laughs once again. One agonizing hour later and Snow emerges, her eyes sparkling with a big smile on her face. The prince is laughing too. She curtsies again, he bows and then she rushes towards David, with a big smile on her face. He can't help smiling back.
"You are never going to believe this," she whispers as she leads him away from the flower gardens.
He doesn't say anything, he just waits.
"Remember what we talked about at the pond?" she asks.
He looks at her and doesn't reply.
"Anyway, it's incredible but it really happened."
He stands there willing himself to move forward, not to let on how confused and terrified he feels inside. "What happened?" he asks even though what he really wants to do is close his eyes and cover his ears.
"Oh, come on, try to guess. What is the most incredible thing that could have happened from all the things we talked of this morning?"
He shakes his head. "I don't know...-" he manages, when what he really wants to say is please, please don't tell me he has an army and he leaves faraway.
"Try!" she pleads.
He's had enough games to last him a lifetime, he thinks, but he takes a deep breath. What did they talk about this morning? His mind is blank, all he can think of is the prince and the army and Snow moving away.
"I'm sorry I can't...-" his voice trails off.
She looks shocked at the pain she reads in his eyes.
"David what's wrong?" she asks. She's completely forgotten what it is she wanted to tell him. She places her hands on his arms. "Are you feeling sick? Did you catch a cold in the pond?" She touches his forehead with the palm of her hand. "You are feeling kind of warm," she says and she pulls him back to her chambers, her news completely forgotten.
"I'm fine," he tries to protest but she won't listen to him at all. She practically drags him in front of the fireplace, she serves him tea herself and she is getting ready to wrap him with a blanket when he pulls back.
"Really, I'm alright!" he says and she looks down.
She sits next to him. She is still looking at him all concerned. Then she turns to face the fire.
"Oh, I almost forgot to tell you about the mermaid."
"The mermaid?" he asks. He's never felt this confused in his life.
"Yes!" Snow turns to face him all excited. "You are never going to believe this. The guy I just talked to in the garden is prince Eric. He is the prince the mermaid was in love with, and...he's been looking for her this whole time. He thinks he's located her underwater castle is and he plans on diving down there to find her in two weeks time under the full moon!"
"Diving down there?"
"Yes! And you will never believe how he plans on doing that. He made a deal with Ursula the sea witch. She gave him a potion that will turn his legs into a fish tale!"
"What!" David looks at her, his eyes wide open.
"I know right? Isn't this the wildest thing you've ever heard in your whole life?" she asks.
"Yes," he smiles looking at the fire. "So that's your big news!" he mumbles without really meaning to.
She turns around to look at him. "Yes. Why?" she frowns. "What did you think it was?"
He stares at the fire and doesn't reply.
"Oh!" is all she says then she turns to stare at the fire too. She wants to step away from him, she wants to yell at him for thinking her so fickle, she wants to scold him and then she wants to pull him in her arms and kiss him, in here, in front of everyone, she wants...she doesn't know what she wants.
This isn't working, she thinks. They need the life threatening adventure after all. Because if she just sits here, she is going to drown in her feelings, in all the mustn'ts and don'ts. They need a witch to fight, a troll to chase them a monster to save. They need something. Anything.
He is just staring at the fire trying to breathe. This isn't working, he realizes. He can't hold on to this much hope against all odds and panic every time she spends time with a royal. He needs to come to terms with the truth, and let the dream of her go.
Thank you for reading, thank you so much for your thoughtful and thought provoking reviews. I sooo look forward to hearing from you. I really appreciate you guys!
baratta jennifer chapter 9 Great story and chapters
Thank you Jennifer!
Guest chapter 9 One incredibly beautiful chapter later and we're still nowhere close to Snowing getting together. But let me tell you this, it was worth waiting for because it was an amazing read nonetheless and I'm actually wondering reading your authors note if you are actually Snow White because that was a good and inspiring hope speech. This chapter brought me to tears several times, I love snow so much and I wish that she could be happy. The private dance scene was very intimate and sensual. Midas must remember, I thought there would be some "James" confusion but I'm glad we escaped that. Rumples deal was cruel, he really hit the right spot there. I'm sad to hear about Davids story about his mothers departure too but at least they have each other even when it's looking so grey. Snow has really decided that being her alone is for the best thing for everyone and my heart hurts for the entire situation. I have nothing but praise for you and this chapter! Hope everything is good with you! Thanks for the update!
Thank you so much! You are too kind. Midas does remember, but just like the Mad Hatter, he can't explain things, so he just gave them a tiny hint. They didn't catch it. Thanks again!
Austenphile chapter 9 I was so excited to see another installment of this story. So much going on in this chapter. Does Midas remember? And I am starting to agree with the guest about screaming for them to just kiss already.
On another note, I appreciated your preamble. So true that all happiness is from inside. And a "love story" can only be successful in real life if you are happy and content with yourself
That's absolutely true. A love story needs people that are happy with themselves or on the way to accepting themselves in order to work. Because if you are not kind to yourself, you will eventually be unkind to your person, too.
I get that they should kiss already but I think it would take a lot for a footman to feel strong and confident enough to do that. Because of his false memories he thinks he's been a servant his whole life. He's been a knight for what, a week? Would he just do that? (Maybe he would. Maybe that's material for a different story...Every time I have to make a choice like that, I immediately want to ask someone to write the opposite story, because I want to read that one as well. )
Bwayrox chapter 9 I absolutely loved this chapter. I know that a lot of people might be thinking, come on get them together already, but true love is that which holds back when you're afraid your actions might put the other in danger, and you write that so beautifully. That being said, I can't wait for them to finally give in to their feelings! :) And I agree with your post script!
Thank you. I think we are on the same page...I enjoy a slow burn...
mry23chapter 9 . Jul 8
Amazing chapter, so much and I loved it so much. Poor Snow, having to carry so much guilt around and poor David trying to keep her safe. I get the feeling david knows she loves him but it'll be interesting to see what snow does when she really figures it out. So excited to see what adventure they go to next.
Thank you! Well, that was a short adventure.I hope you liked it.
Guest chapter 9 . Jul 10
This was a chapter filled with so much. I like the way Snow teases Regina about whipping someone. She is able to extract important information from her. Intel that might only serve to keep Snowing apart. The Midas ball scene was lovely and once again we realize that there are those on the periphery who still retain their memories. What is Rumple planning with Snow's tears? Will keep waiting for more updates.
Honestly Rumple runs so many games all at once...what did he want with Ella's baby on the original show? Was it just to trigger David and get him to imprison him so he'd be a part of the curse?