So, second chapter! I can't believe how many reviews I've had in such short time. Thanks so much! I hope you enjoy this last chapter, too! I know it's a bit short, but I'm having trouble writing from Eric/The Huntsman POV.

II

The Huntsman watches her fall asleep and feels a warm sensation in his body. A light of some sort, spreading from his heart to the rest of his body. He loves her. Really, truly loves her. He looks over her head to the stars, connecting to Sarah.

I'm sorry. I love you. But I have to move on. Forgive me. I know that it's what you would want.

He leans his chin on the crown of her head and sighs. He wonders if Sarah really would want him to move on. Probably. Sarah was so kind, loving, supportive of everything he did. She would want this, he's sure of it. His fingers stroke her hair out of her face. Her beautiful, black hair. Then down her cheek to her red lips. He remembers what his father had said about the Princess, before Ravenna.

"She has skin white as snow, lips red as blood and hair black as ebony. The fairest Princess this land has ever known." He had been right about that. The fairest indeed.

"By fairest blood was it done, and only by fairest blood can it be undone." The prophecy about Snow White. It had always intrigued him, never really understood what it was about. Until Snow White had stabbed Ravenna. Then he understood. Snow White was the only one who could break the Spell from Ravenna's mother. And so she did. He had had to watch how Ravenna was throwing Snow White all over the room, and he couldn't do anything about it. But then she'd had her opening, her one shot to take out Ravenna, and she did it. She used his trick to stab Ravenna right into the heart. And Ravenna died. He can't describe how proud he felt when he saw that happening. How she killed her stepmother with what she learned from him.

"No...no, please, don't..."

The Huntsman looks down in surprise at his Queen, his beautiful Snow White, who's now rolling her head violently from side to side, her eyes moving rapidly behind her eyelids, a deep from on her beautiful forehead.

"No, Father, no!"

Her father. Understandably, considering everything that has happened in the past few days. Tears flow over her cheeks now, but she is still asleep.

"Leave him! Father, please!"

He's had enough. He can't stand this pain of hers. "Snow! Snow, wake up! Milady!" He grabs her shoulders and shakes her to wake her up. She opens her eyes, her eyes huge with fear. "You're alright now. Nobody is going to hurt you, I promise."

She stares into his eyes, and then throws her arms around him. "Oh God. Oh God." She murmurs.

"It's alright now. You're safe. You're alright." He soothes softly, pressing her head against his chest. "What was it? Tell me."

She sobs softly and when she speaks, her voice is weak and shaky. "It was that day all over again." She whispers, and the Huntsman knows exactly what she's talking about. The day Ravenna killed her father, the day that began eleven years of solitude. "Only this time...this time I was there. T-there when my father was m-murdered, there when m-my guards were s-slaughtered. Like I w-was floating, jumping in b-between the scenes. Then I was me, and I-I was taken by R-Ravenna's guards again. Oh, Eric, I was so s-s-scared!"

He closes his eyes with worry. He doesn't want her to be scared. He wants her to be happy. "I know. I know. What can I do? Tell me. What can I do?" She shakes her head and just buries her head in his chest and sobs. He strokes her hair softly and rocks her gently. He can't do anything, that is what troubles him. All this time he has protected her from physical threats, but when it comes to the mind, he is just as lost as she is. "I wish I could take it all away for you, milady. I wish I could I take all your burdens, so that you would never have to feel pain again."

She smiles and looks up to him with teary eyes. He strokes the tears away with his thumb. "That is very sweet of you. But you can't. I am Queen now. You can't protect me forever, Huntsman."

He stares down at her. Since when is it "Huntsman" again? Her eyes have changed, too. And then he understands. She's made up her mind. She's not going to choose him. "I know that. I know that, believe me." He says curtly. He might as well take his distance from her now, so that he will not get hurt again.

She frowns, her eyes tearing up again. "What is it? What's wrong?"

He shakes his head. He will stay by her side no matter who she chooses. He will protect her, even if she doesn't want him to. He'll protect her from a distance. "Nothing, milady. Go back to sleep. You're going to need it." The Huntsman can see that she feels that there's something wrong, but she still wants him to hold her, so he will. She nods and buries her face in his chest again, slowly drifting off to sleep again. He sighs. He should have known. He should have known that she would never choose him. Why would she? She can marry William, she would never choose a mere Huntsman! What does he have that William can't give her? A sudden rush of hatred towards William courses through his body and he gasps.

What, in the name of everything that is holy, was that? He has never felt something that powerful. His heart's beating a mile per minute and his breath comes in shallow bursts. He hates the Duke's son. He deeply, truly hates him. Not because William's a man you easily hate, but because she has chosen him over the Huntsman. How could the Duke's son take her away from me? How dares he?

He closes his eyes and tries to calm his breath. Oh, Snow...Snow. I love you. I will fight for you. I will. Until you finally make a choice.

The Huntsman strokes her hair and takes a deep breath. He has to sleep right now, too. Or he'll be in no state to fight for her. He focuses on everything but his pain, his sorrow. His head grows heavy and his attention slipping away. To sleep...with no worries...sleep...

Oh by the way, I have a few major test at school coming up, so if the third or fourth chapter takes longer, pleasedon't burn me alive!xD