It's time!" a White Knight clangs on the bars of David's cell to wake him up then he fumbles with large key ring, looking for the right key to unlock the door.
David stands up slowly. His muscles are cold and stiff, his body sore from laying on the hard ground. "Time for what?" he asks. But the Knight doesn't feel like explaining things to him.
"I need to talk to the prosecutor, I have a solid alibi for the whole weekend," David tries again. "And I didn't kill anyone!"
The Knight scoffs and doesn't reply.
David follows him, his eyes are trying to adjust to the torch light. "Where are we going?" David asks again, wondering if he should be ready to defend himself. The knight opens a solid metal door and David tenses up. He doesn't know what to expect. And then he is relieved to see Throx, the heavily built centaur who defended him at his disciplinary hearing, waiting for him in a small torch lit room.
"What's going on?" David asks.
"It's time for your arraignment," Throx explains. He looks at David's wrinkled clothes and then he hands him a fresh shirt and a pair of pants. "You need to hurry," he says turning his back to give David privacy.
"What do they have on me?" David asks. "I have a solid alibi for the whole weekend, they didn't even ask me...-"
"I don't know yet," Throx replies. " We'll find out soon enough... Are you ready?"
David is buttoning his shirt. There is no mirror in the room. He runs his fingers through his hair in a hurry. Nothing more he can do. "Ready!"
Throx knocks on the door and a guard opens up and leads them through a hall filled with crowds waiting into the main courtroom. And even though someone else is being arraigned at the moment everyone's eyes are on him, the White Knights and the guards all glaring at him. They seem to have no doubt he is guilty.
He is feeling quite self conscious, grateful that he is at least presentable. He is searching the crowd looking for Snow. Is she here? After spending the night in the very dark dungeon his eyes are squinting at the sunlight shinning through the tall windows. He's only spent one night in the dungeon and yet he already feels like he's been apart from Emma and Snow for at least a week. There are three defendants ahead of him in line so he settles in his chair waiting, trying to remain calm.
And then he has to do a double take because Snow is sitting in the audience but she doesn't look quite like herself. Snow's hair is pulled up in an intricate style, the playful mermaid pearls are gone. She is wearing an emerald necklace and a off white jacket and she's never looked as focused and as royal as she does now. Grumpy is sitting next to her, dressed impeccably down to his perfect black cape and polished boots, Blue is sitting on her other side wearing her Black Knights uniform. Snow looks like a Queen surrounded by her council.
And his heart plunges because if Snow actually let Nova dress her up like a queen on a mission, and if she's brought Blue and Grumpy along... well she must think that things are incredibly serious. Not that he didn't know that already. After spending the night in the dungeon he is well aware of how serious things are. It just feels like confirmation of what he was already afraid of.
Snow's eyes meet his and she tries to look reassuring, she even offers a hint of a smile. And he decides he might as well spend the rest of this time looking at his wife, because who knows when he'll ever be free to do that again.
She is taking him in and her eyes are so worried he forces himself to look perfectly calm despite of how he is feeling. He is okay. Everything is going to be fine. He is okay.
"Case 1011 people vs David Nolan" the bailiff reads next, bringing David out of his reverie. He stands up next to Throx. And he wishes he hadn't noticed that Snow is holding her breath and her fists turning white because she is clenching them so tight.
David looks at the judge for the first time and he notes that he is a fox, that is wearing glasses and looking at him, not without sympathy. "David Nolan Knight of the Northern Kingdom, you are accused of the murder of Edward, Baron of the Southern peninsula. I see that you have retained council. How does the defendant plea?"
"Not guilty," Throx declares and an angry murmur rises in the room.
What did they expect David wonders, that he would just admit guilt for something he didn't do?
"We are requesting bail your honor to be set not higher than two hundred golden coins. My client has strong ties to the community, he is not a flight risk. He just wants to go home to his wife and child."
"You must be joking!" David turns to see the prosecuting attorney who is a rather plump fairy in his early fifties. Gray. He name is Gray, the Gray Fairy. He is notorious for being a tough prosecutor. "Your honor must remember that David Nolan is the man who impersonated the royal heir for a few months then he faked his death and run way with princess Snow White while her kingdom frantically searched for her. And then he left Princess Snow to face the consequences all alone. We all remember the story. And my colleague has the audacity to claim he is not a flight risk? Why, he is the very definition of a flight risk! He lives in the Northern Kingdom now, he has no ties to the community. He needs to be remanded without bond."
David hears Snow gasp.
"Your honor this is outrageous," the centaur next to him erupts. "The prosecutor is trying to blame my client for impersonating the royal heir when we all know that the king forced him to do this! How dare you, sir!"
"Or so he claims!" the Gray Gray mocks. "I am not entirely sure the King new about the depths of this man's deception... And the king isn't around anymore. It's very easy to throw accusations around when his Majesty isn't around to defend himself!"
"My client didn't accuse the king after he disappeared. Quite the opposite. The King disappeared so he wouldn't have to face my client and his very just allegations. The king is the one who ran! And are you sure his Majesty isn't around, pulling the strings? Because the conspiracy against my client has the name of the former king written all over it!"
"How dare you!" the Gray fairy is outraged. "I have thirty years of service on this very courtroom and my name will not be smeared with baseless accusations and conspiracy theories!"
The judge is shaking his head. "Gentlemen please, save the theatrics for the actual trial... I'm inclined to agree with you sir, Sir Nolan cannot be held entirely responsible for what the King forced him to do, however his behavior is suspect," he tells Throx.
"Your honor if I may," the Gray fairy interrupts. "I'm afraid there is more. The defendant associates with feral fairies that are unregistered, fairies that could easily transport him to another realm... if you let him go we will never see him again..."
David's shoulder's slope. None of this is accurate. Tink is not a feral fairy. But the truth doesn't much matter in this instance. This is totally hopeless. The judge looks at David, glances at Snow and then he shakes his head.
"Your honor this is all hearsay!" Throx tries again.
The judge is shaking his head. "The defendant is remanded without bail!"
No! No, no, no. Snow covers her mouth, because all she wants to do is scream. David turns to sees Snow standing there, looking both angry and horrified. So he breathes in deep and stands up straight. He cannot let his emotions show. He cannot add to her burden.
"Next case!" the judge orders. The White knights crowd around him, no doubt taking to heart Gray fairy's warnings, as if they are afraid that he will pull out some kind of disappearing stunt right there on the courtroom. David is led out of the room without getting a chance to talk or even look at Snow. The door opens up behind them and he hears what he thinks is probably Snow's footsteps following them from a distance.
"Can I talk to my wife?" he asks but the White knights completely ignore his question, pushing him forward. "Please," he tries again, "she is right behind us. Can you give me a minute..."
He is surrounded by a wall of unsympathetic faces, glaring right at him.
"You are a traitor and a murderer," the guard in charge declares. "Do not expect any favors from us!"
I didn't betray anyone, he wants to argue. If anything the White Knights betrayed me again and again. But there is no point, he isn't going to get any justice here, in the dungeon corridors, just like he didn't get any justice in the courtroom today. David is doing his best not to notice the dungeon walls closing in on him.
"Daily visiting hours are from five to six, you could see your wife tonight at five" one of the knights replies.
"I doubt that you'll get that far," the guard in charge adds and they all laugh.
What does that mean, David wonders. Well, whatever it means it's not good. He needs to be ready, he needs to be aware of his surroundings, he needs...
The guards pass a corridor he recognizes where his cell is located and they keep on going to the deepest darkest part of the dungeon. They arrive in him to a large cave like room.
"What is this?" he asks, taking in his surroundings.
"Recreational time," the guard scoffs. "You get an hour.."
David looks at the damp cave around him, the stalagmites rising from the earth, the uneven ground. Recreational time? In this horrible place? What is happening? His question is answered soon. Too soon. The dwarf they call the Rod Troll appears from behind a rock formation along with five actual trolls. And David nods recognizing the trolls that were guarding the Rod Troll's safe houses. This is all making sense now. Here are the trolls he arrested and asked Tink to turn into mice in his desperate attempt to locate Snow White. This is an ambush. He turns around to towards the guards but none of them are around. Oh, they are around somewhere but he can't spot them. They are certainly watching him from a safe distance. He is on his own.
He takes a decisive step forward. "What? Is that all?" he asks, a dangerous smile on his face. And even thought it's six against one, one of the trolls takes a step back.
"What are you waiting for?" the Rod Troll hisses at them and they all lunge forward. only two of them are brandishing short daggers. David likes his odds. He rips the torch from the wall. He is no longer unarmed. The first two trolls fall on the ground right away, one of them trying desperately to put out the fire on his beard, the other one trying to take off his cape before the rest of his clothes catch fire.
"Who is next?" David taunts and the trolls move towards him again, more cautiously this time. His fist connects with the shorter trolls nose, he quickly avoids the second trolls dagger and then he stomps on the lean troll, hitting him with the torch. He turns around forcing the trolls back, threatening them with the flame of his torch then he elbows the dwarf and they continue their brawl until the trolls are down, two of them bearing scorch marks, one of them bleeding profusely through his broken nose, all of them unwilling to get up and try again. The dwarf is against the wall, David's hand tight around his neck.
"Give me a reason why I shouldn't end your miserable life, right here right now!" David growls.
The dwarf is struggling to regain his footing and pull David's fingers back. David is shaking with anger.
"It was you!" he yells. "It was you ten years ago and here you are again..."
And the troll's eyes open wide. "What?" he blurts out without meaning to.
"How could you attack us when she'd just given birth... how could you... the baby..." David's rage is blinding him, he feels unable to think, unable to from coherent sentences, unable to stop, his hand clenching tighter ams tighter around the dwarf's throat.
The dwarf's eyes roll back, and at the very last possible minute David pulls back and lets him fall on the ground. He takes a step back, his whole body shaking with horror and rage.
"Do you even realize how much you've taken from me!" he rasps.
The dwarf is on the ground coughing, gasping for breath, and David steps back, his hand trembling. He realizes how many times he's been on the verge of killing him. David was the one pushing the dwarf's head underwater, asking him where Snow White was.
"Stay away from me!" David warns, because the next time he is not going to hold back. And then he feels the guards grabbing him form the back, their daggers pulled out, ready, forcing his hands in shackles behind his back. After watching him subdue the Rod Troll and his trolls they are not going to take any chances.
"Where were you? And you have the nerve to call me a traitor?" David turns to glare at them. Two of the guards actually avoid his eyes. But the one in charge stares back, a vicious mile on his face.
"Just so you know, inmates that engage in violence during recreational times lose their visiting privileges," the guard's voice vicious. "This looks serious... what do you say fellows? No visits for three days?"
"Four," one of the guards replies, a mocking smile on his face.
"Tried to warn you," a third guard adds. And David seethes as he finally understand exactly what he is in for. It's heinously brilliant really. If he wants to even have a change to see Snow White, he is going to have to let the trolls beat him up.
Snow White is pacing back and forth in front of Throx's desk.
"When are they going to send the evidence?" she exclaims for the third time. "I can't do this, I can't just sit here and wait..."
"We don't have a choice, princess," the centaur places a reassuring hand on Snow's arm. "Listen, you need to go home. As soon as the evidence arrives I will call you instantly..."
"Go home and do what?" Snow's voice cracks. "Tell my daughter that I have no idea when her father is coming home?"
Throx doesn't reply right away.
Snow wipes her eyes. "I'm sorry," she says quietly. "You've been incredibly helpful and I haven't even thanked you..."
"No need to thank me," he argues. "You can thank me when he is home..."
Snow looks at the cuckoo clock hanging on above the centaur' s desk. "It's almost five," she replies. "It's visitation time. I just wish I'd gotten a look at the evidence so I can go over it with him... I'm going to go..."
Snow steps out of the magic bean portal right in front of the visitor's door in the dungeon. There is a small line of people ahead of her. One woman is holding a baby. Snow shudders at the thought of a family reunion inside the damp dungeon walls. She is going to have to do that though. She is going to have to bring Emma here, if David is going to be here until his trial date. Snow looks at the gloomy room, the faded soiled carpet, the smoke stained glass of the lanterns, the damp smell. At the thought of David staying here in such horrible surroundings her heart aches. She needs to pull herself together thought. At least she gets to see him.
"I'm Snow White, I'm here to see my husband, David Nolan," she tells the grumpy goblin at the registration office.
"Nolan," the man goes through a long list in front of him. "Can't come today," is all he says.
"I'm sorry?" Snow leans forward.
"Nolan can't come today!"
"Why not?"
"Loss of privileges most likely," the goblin explains. "It doesn't say here..."
"But...-" Snow is feeling desperate. "What does that even mean? When can I see him?"
"It doesn't say. I don't know. Try again tomorrow..."
"Why would someone lose their privileges? Is there nothing I can do...-" Snow is feeling frantic. She'd be willing to hand the goblin the entire contents of her purse if he'd let her see David.
"Your man broke the rules," the goblin explains slowly, as if talking to a toddler "you don't see him today. That's how it works..."
"What rules did he break?" Snow is not going away without a fight.
"How should I know?" the goblin snaps at her. "Next!"
Snow White walks away, her eyes welling up, anger and despair both clouding her mind. This isn't right, this isn't fair and yet there isn't much she can do. Would a call from Throx or the Crimson fairy help or exacerbate the situation?
"Told your wife you didn't want to see her," the guard taunts as he pushes David food tray through the special gap on the bars of his cell. "Couldn't tell if she was disappointed or relieved... I'm guessing she'll be happy to get rid of a murderous traitor like yourself as soon as possible... Pretty sure she'll be serving you with divorce papers soon..."
David doesn't reply, he doesn't even look in the guard's direction. He knows the man is most likely lying. But the thought of Snow being turned away at the visiting room... He doesn't know how to handle that. The next three days drag on, uneventful and excruciatingly slow. David has nothing but the taunts of his guards to mark the time. And then on the fourth day a guard clangs on his bars.
David sits up in a hurry.
"Recreational time," the guard has an evil smile on his face. David gets up slowly. It's quite simple really. If he wants to see Snow today he can't fight back. He can manage that.
The guards push him in the cave, and this time seven trolls he doesn't recognize are standing there, waiting for him. He raises his forearms.
"I'm not interested in fighting," he says.
They hesitate at first. They know what happened to the last group of trolls that attacked him.
"I'm not going to fight you," he tries again as the trolls step closer.
When the trolls first fist connects with his face, David staggers backwards. And when the second troll trips him up while punching his stomach he crushes to the ground. They trolls look uncertain, fully expecting him to pull a dagger out of his sleeve, and jump back up, but nothing happens.
"Not going to fight," he says again spitting blood and the trolls look at him, both angry and disgusted. They still suspect a trap. Maybe some other prisoner will walk in while they are busy and stab them in the back. They look around cautiously. But dark cave is quiet. No one else is coming.
"Sniveling coward," the tall troll exclaims. " Get up!" He was looking forward to this all day, he wanted to best the knight who beat up the trolls three days ago.
"Not fighting," David says again, quite stubbornly, bracing himself. The trolls kick him a couple of times in the ribs for good measure. He groans trying to remain upright.
They stare at him incredulously. This isn't what they expected. They walk away spitting on the ground, shaking their heads.
David leans on all fours on the cold hard ground, trying to catch his breath. Maybe fighting against a man who is not resisting is against troll code. For a moment there he panicked that they might try to kill him and then he'd have to forget his resolution and fight back.
Once the trolls are gone the guard comes back. He laughs kicking David's leg. "Stand up! If you think I'm about to carry you, you are sorely mistaken..."
David gets up slowly.
"Inmates that engage in physical violence lose their visiting privileges..." the guard recites the rules.
And David turns to glare at him. "I didn't fight!" he growls at the guard. He wonders if this was all in vain, if it really doesn't matter at all. He is feeling so frustrated. "Do you want to see me fight?"
The guard takes a step backwards. Clearly coming here alone and not shackling the prisoner right away was a big mistake.
"Do you?" David takes another step forward.
"So you didn't," the guard concedes.
"Didn't fight..." David mumbles says again, his ribs not throbbing. He stumbles back into his cell, the door slamming behind him. He sits on the ground feeling his face with his hand.
"What time is it?" he rasps.
"Almost three," the guard replies walking away. David covers his bruised face with a wet cloth and lays down, thinking he has two hours to wash his face, and pull himself together before he sees Snow White. He is beginning to dread the moment where he is going to see her, because he can't bare to think of what he has to do next.
Snow can barely contain her excitement as she sits on the corner of the visitor's hall. This place is even more depressing than the entry room, but she doesn't even notice, because today is the first day that the fire goblin didn't say "Nolan can't come today," and Snow was so relieved she could have kissed him. She had totally prepared herself for another disappointment.
The door opens up and Snow looks up. A shackled bear steps out. He walks to the table where a bear with her cubs are waiting for him.
"Daddy!" one for the cubs cries out and reaches for the shackle bear.
"Stay on your side! No physical contact!" the guard glares at him. Mama bear is doing her best to contain her two cubs.
Snow wipes her eyes quickly. This is one of the saddest things she's ever witnessed. This place is so awful.
The door opens again. Snow's pulse picks up, but a man she doesn't recognize steps out and walks over to a table on the left.
And then the door opens and David steps out. His hands are shackled. He spots Snow and he walks right to her. He sits on the bench across from her carefully, too carefully, placing his hands on the table.
"No physical contact!" the guard yells again to no one on particular.
"David!" Snow breathes her eyes opening wide. She holds her breath. Because there is a bruise blooming on the side of his face and his lip is swollen and by the way he walked in, trying to act like he is not in pain she is certain there are plenty more bruises under his clothes, maybe even a few cracked ribs.
"David," she starts again and she doesn't know what to say next because clearly he is trying to hide the extent of his injuries from her. And if she starts crying now he is going to try to comfort her and she can't think of anything more unfair than that.
"I'm alright," he answers the question she didn't dare ask. "I think it looks worse than it feels..."
And Snow would love nothing more than to believe him, but she can't. Her eyes are welling up so she bites lower lip and and focuses on his eyes, forcing herself to swallow her tears and stay calm.
"What happened?" she asks.
David looks away. "How is Emma?"
"She... she misses you terribly..." Snow is not going to tell him that Emma has been crying herself to sleep every night. " I'll see if I can bring her tomorrow..."
David shakes his head. " Don't... Please don't" he says casting a quick glance at the bear family. He is the one trying to hold back tears now.
And at the sight of David crying Snow feels this aching pain not just on her heart, but over her whole body. She can't, she can't bear to see him like this, trapped and bruised and heartbroken. There is nothing she wouldn't give for a chance to be alone with him. To be able to actually comfort him.
"I just need you to know one thing," she says firmly. "No matter how badly things seem to be going right now, I have a plan. I won't..." she hesitates glancing at the guard who is pretending not to eavesdrop. "We won't... you won't stay here long."
She wants him to know that she will die before she leaves him here. She will pull him out even if she has to break every law in every realm, even if that means they have to be on the run for the rest of their lives. She needs him to know that.
"No!" David replies instantly and Snow closes her eyes. She was afraid he'd say that. "No," he says again more softly this time.
Snow is shaking her head, she doesn't want to hear what he is going to say next. "Why not?" she whispers.
David looks at his wife tearing up. He wants to agree to what she is implying so badly. It wouldn't be too hard for Tinkerbell to stage some sort of diversion and pull him out of prison. And he desperately wants out of this dungeon, he wants away from the Rod Troll and those who work for him, he wants to escape and be with Emma, he wants to run away with Snow so badly. So he takes a deep breath and says the hardest words he's ever had to say in his whole life.
"Thank you for being willing to do that. But Snow, you have to promise me that you won't do anything loke that. You wont do anything that will prevent Emma from having a future."
"David!" Snow gasps, and she places her hands half an inch away from his, unable to hold back her sobs any longer.
He reaches for her too, his fingers now almost touching her knuckles. And Snow looks up and all the love that she reads in his eyes makes her sob even harder.
"You didn't hold back, when you were rescuing me," she says wiping her eyes with the back of her hand. "Why can't I do the same?"
"You were all Emma had back then," he explains and Snow sobs quietly. "If it was just you and me, Snow, I wouldn't say no. But we can't ask that from Emma. This isn't the sort of life you want for her..."
" "David, please!" she rasps. "We can't lose you again..."
"You will never lose me," he replies, "but Snow, Emma needs to..." he can't say Emma needs to not live a life on the run. Not with the guard listening.
"Our child needs you!" she insists. "I need you!"
"And when the time comes and I am able to come home, I will," he replies.
And Snow nods. He is right of course. Spending the rest of their lives on the run isn't what' s best for Emma, but sill. But it could be months, it could be years before David is free to come home.
"But..." Snow stammers, "but David, this... just look at you, you are so hurt..."
"I'm alright," he replies, his voice faltering, because having Snow fall apart right in front of him, while all he can do is watch, breaks his heart. "I'm going to be alright. I just need you to do one thing for me..."
"Anything," she whispers wiping her eyes and he knows if he were to asks for the moon she wouldn't rest until she found a way to bring it to him. Which makes what he has to say next even harder.
"I need you not to visit me again," he replies.
And Snow is looking at him stunned barely stifling her gasp. What can he possibly mean by that?
"What? Why? You are going to have to explain that," she mumbles.
"If I'm going to stay alive in here, if I'm going to defend myself...-" David pauses until he can regain control of his voice. Asking Snow to stay away is like throwing away his last lifeline, like placing a brick wall between himself and the door to his cell, ensuring he will be forever be alone in the dark.
"This is a chess game. If I defend myself then I lose visiting privileges. I need to know you are not here waiting for me, because if you are, I'm just going to let them...-" I'm going to let them beat me up, is what he means and he doesn't say out loud.
And Snow covers her mouth and looks at his bruises again, everything coming into focus.
"David, you didn't," she whispers, tears streaming down her face.
"I had to see you," his voice cracks. "I can't be in there knowing you are waiting to visit..."
Snow nods. "You can rest assured that I won't..." she can't allow herself to say the words. "It won't happen again," she ends up saying.
"Thank you," he whispers, and Snow feels like the world has turned upside down and inside out. David is thanking her that she will abandon him in the dungeon.
"Would they let you use a magic mirror? Would it be safe to write? " she asks, trying to sound calm, trying not to beg, trying.
He shakes his head. He doesn't trust them not to read his mail, he doesn't trust them not using every single thing he holds precious against him.
"Oh," is all she says. "I won't write," and then she gets an idea and she leans closer to him and whispers. "The birds will know!"
And David lets out a breath of relief. He knows exactly what she means of course, she can send him notes through birds. And he doesn't even have to write back, he can just talk to the birds, say anything he needs to say. They can keep in touch and no one will know. And there is so much hope on this realization, David is already feeling better, stronger. He loves her so much for coming up with this solution in this darkest of times.
"Thank you," he whispers.
Snow shakes her head. "What can I do David?" she asks.
"You can prove me innocent," he shrugs. "Have you looked over the evidence yet?"
Snow sighs. "The evidence is contradictory and completely circumstantial. They found a magic bean on the floor of Edward's wall and they are claiming that your essence was on it."
"They can't built a case on that!" David frowns.
"I know. I am telling you their evidence is flimsy at best. They also have you on camera leaving our hotel room in Water world in the middle of the night. They claim you used a magic bean to transport yourself to Edward's cell, kill him and then came back in the room before we noticed..."
"I interrupted our vacation to commit a murder on the side? And I stepped out of the room to do it?" David laughs bitterly.
"Yes! I know. But David, where did you go?"
"Gift shop," he shrugs. "That one gift shop by the waterslide was open twenty four seven. I got Emma the beach glass bracelet she liked, I got you a bird feeder..."
"David!" Snow looks ready to start crying again. She takes a deep breath. She needs to focus. "Did you keep the receipt? It could be timestamped..."
David nods. "I think did. It should be in the side pocket of my suitcase along with the gifts..."
"This is good," Snow nods. "This is good. I'll go home and find it ... I'm sure the gift shop has cameras."
"It does. The cashier had purple hair, his name was Jim or John, he should remember me..."
"This is good, did you meet anybody else in the gift shop? Or on your way there?"
"Yes! The lady that looked like Ursula, the one with the terrible voice that kept singing while waiting in line to the whale ride, do you remember her?
Snow nods. "Yes!"
"I met her on the way to the gift shop. She cracked a joke about insomnia..."
"Oh, David this is great!" Snow is actually feeling relieved. "I'll let you know what I find... If you I can prove what you are saying, Throx could be filling to dismiss the charges tomorrow..."
"Tomorrow is Saturday," David points out.
"First thing Monday then..." Snow nods.
"It's time," the guard says and Snow closes her eyes. Her fingers wrap around David's hands.
"I love you," he says softly.
"Stay safe..." Snow sobs.
"Don't cry," he tries.
"Is this always going be our life? Having a few precious months of happiness only to be torn apart?" Snow's voice is shaking.
He shakes his head. "No! I refuse to believe that... Snow, we are going to grow old together, you'll see... Have faith!"
And Snow wipes her eyes and manages a smile, because she doesn't want his last picture of her to be one filled with pain.
"Tell Emma I love her," he says and then the guard is standing next to them glaring at them. David gets up and turns to walk away.
"I will," Snow whispers.
Thank you for reading. Thank you fore reviewing... Stay safe and we'll talk next week : )
Jennifer Baratta chapter 35 Jawdropping chapter
Thank you so much Jennifer.
Alexa chapter 35 .Oh no! Hope they don't do anything horrible to David! Wouldn't want to be anyone that gets between Snow and her family.
Ummmm. Sorry? :(
Bella1296 chapter 35 Great great chapter!
Thanks Bella!
Guest chapter 35 Oh no what's going on now. Can't they catch a break ever. Poor babies. While the first half was very cute and adorable. Emma being very cute as usual and getting to see them as a family was so nice. But the fact that George is setting David up and is now trying to remove him once again is so painful. How many times does Snow have to see her husband being ripped away from her. From their family, and be unsure if she's ever gonna see him again. I'm so worried what they'll do to David. Snow should call Tink asap, if there's anyone who can find David it's her. But him getting a memory flashback about when he was taken away was really heartbreaking. I'm very uncertain how this will go next and if they'll delete his memory again.
Deleting his memory again would be terrible...
thescturn chapter 35 i loved this
Thank you!
