A/N: Ever have one of those days...
Worst Day
Stuck in the middle of a debate between two nobles on the best way to properly mark the borders between their lands, all Snow wanted to do was scream…or shoot them with an arrow…or several arrows.
A day whose beginning had been marked by the vilest sickness she'd suffered during her pregnancy so far had progressively worsened with each passing hour. She'd torn one of her favourite dresses because she hadn't realized it would no longer fit her, any food she'd tried to consume had been vehemently rejected by her unborn daughter, she'd been accidently knocked into by Grumpy leaving a deepening bruise upon her back and her head ached from the barrage of voices directed at her as she held court. To make matters worse, she'd suffered through all this alone as Charming was on a short visit to some of the outer villages and would not return until tomorrow.
In other words, she was tired, hungry, sore and in desperate need of quiet. With her patience stretched to its breaking point, she decided she could take no more of this and forcefully raised her hand. At her abrupt gesture, the bickering nobles fell silent.
"Gentleman, you are both men of honour and I'm sure small markings on the trees which divide your holdings will suffice to prevent any trespasses. If not, we can return to this issue tomorrow. For now, I wish to retire for the afternoon."
Not allowing any time for further arguments, Snow escaped from the throne room with as much dignified haste as she could muster, barely stopping to acknowledge those along her path to the desired solitude of her chambers. When she finally reached them, she slumped down upon the bed with a sigh. Falling back, she curled her arms around her husband's pillow and imagined he was there with her, soothing her sorrows.
Tomorrow would be better…she hoped.