Hi guys! I'm sorry for not updating. I was just too busy with work. Although we had a holiday, I went home to province and did nothing but slouch. Also, I was gathering information about the place I'm dealing with in this story since I haven't had the chance to go to Paris yet.

To those who were looking for Henry, well he'll be back but after some chapters or so.

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So here is the chapter two...

"I didn't agree to this fatuousness!" Regina complained.

"But you didn't disagree either. You just let me dragged you." The blonde who was holding her hand captive replied knowingly.

"Now I am complaining. I am disagreeing with this silliness that you are doing Miss Swan!" Regina replied, her lips were pursed as she tried to cross her arms like a child but failed miserably because the other woman was holding her hand firmly.

"You are just complaining because your feet are aching." The blonde replied with a cheeky smile.

If it weren't for the book, Regina would have run away from this outrageous blonde woman whose idea of exploring is to walk around the city and just look at the different houses surrounding them. They even haven't seen the Eiffel tower yet for Christ sake—not nearly as possible anyways. All they have seen were the old architectural design of the buildings. Regina was actually amuse with how vast the knowledge of the other woman when it comes to the place and when she asked her how did she knows this thing, the blonde woman just shrug and told her something about 'google.'

"Where in the world are we, anyways?" She asked infuriatingly. She's tired and she's freaking thirsty. Never in her twenty two years that she was able to feel this way. In her place, she is the queen, a princess mostly but this woman. This god damn woman is making her work like a damn peasant.

"I don't know."

"You don't know? What the hell are you talking about Miss Swan?" She said whilst trying to take her hand away from the grasp of emerald eyes.

They had been walking for over three hours already and her feet were already sore. It's not because of the heels she's wearing but they haven't even rest for a minute and when she says rest, Regina meant sit for an hour or two and massage her feet even for a while. And now, this blonde woman is telling her that they are lost. It is the most outrageous thing she heard in her damn life.

Regina thought that sore feet and being lost will be the death of her.

No.

Emma Swan is.

She huff in annoyance and sit in a step of the staircases when her tour guide decided to stop. She said that she'll let Regina rest for a while. She even tried to take the brunette's feet but was rejected with an icy glare. Emma pulled a bottle of water in her bag and toss it to Regina who was startled with the action and clumsily caught it.

"Ever so helpful, thank you very much." Regina scathingly commented.

"Sarcasm duly noted Your Majesty." Emma replied mockingly.

Regina drunk from the bottle only to spit it out on the process. She was coughing violently after she had a taste of what was inside the bottle. She just wished that she wouldn't be killed in the process. But if she did die, she'll haunt this beautiful woman in front of her and make her pay for her death.

"What the hell did you put in this?" Regina asked whilst wincing at the bitter taste that seemed to burn her throat in the process.

"Vodka."

"Of all things that you decided to bring you imbecile?! A liquor in a middle of the day? Are you out of your mind?" She was being hysterical and her composure was actually thrown out of the window with the answer she got from the blonde.

"Nope." Emma replied jesting. She just shrug and brings out another bottle. "I was just messing with you. I swear this is real water this time. And here…" Emma trailed off making Regina looked at her in the process. Emma was biting her lips and was holding a pair of slippers and offering it to Regina.

"I knew it'll be a lot of walk today but I promise you, we will be there soon." She said and her tone was quite apologetic and she was smiling at Regina with her adorable awkward smile making Regina feels something unsettling in her belly. She grabbed the bottle of water and this time it is safe to say that it's real and it was somewhat able to wash the bile taste of liquor.

After drinking, she immediately composed herself and fixed a confused look on the blonde.

"What are those?" She asked as she eyed the hideous looking neon pink thing that Emma was holding.

"They're called slippers. Haven't you heard them before?" Emma replied, rolling her eyes in the process.

"Of course I know a slipper you ass! I just want to understand why of all color you'll choose that?!" she shouted.

"I like it." Emma replied nonchalantly and smirked. "No, not really… I knew it will rile you up." She said and slowly leaned towards Regina. "And it's making you hotter than you already are." She husked before pulling away chuckling at the red face of the ice queen. Emma wasn't sure if Regina was just mad at her or she was actually flustered. So to make it more fun—on her part—she bend down and removed the shoes Regina was wearing.

Regina, on the other hand was panicking internally. She doesn't know what to do.

"W-what are you doing Miss Swan?" She stammered. She fucking stammered and if there is one thing Regina Mills doesn't do is that.

But she did.

And it's Emma Swan's fault.

Again.

Emma didn't answer the question. Instead, she slowly massaged Regina's left foot. It was her fault that Regina's feet are aching and even thought sorry is not in her vocabulary, she was actually feeling guilty. Well in Regina's point of view that is.

Regina suppressed a moan when Emma started massaging her sore feet. She wanted to, but she was holding herself back because she doesn't want the blonde to think that she liked the soft hands that slowly gliding on her feet; soft hands that applying the right amount of pressure that makes her sigh in relief. Her eyes were closed, internally debating herself and mentally scolding herself for allowing this weakness to show. She doesn't understand but there is something about this blonde that makes her feel out of control.

"—all done!" a chirpy voice said. She slowly opened her eyes only to see Emma smirking at her smugly. "Did you like that, majesty?" She asked coyly.

Regina huffed in response, not wanting to deal with the blonde. She noticed that her shoes were nowhere to be found now. Instead, she was wearing a much more comfortable foot wear. Although the choice of color is insufferable, still she has to give a credit to Miss Swan for getting her footwear that is useful. She does need to say thank you to her.

"I held your shoes captive for now too. Just like your book. Now, let's go."

No. she will definitely not thanking her anytime soon.

"Where are we going exactly?" Regina asked for the nth time that day. She has no idea what's on the blonde's mind and her not answering any of the brunette's question makes things impossible. They are almost seeing the Eiffel tower in the distance and that makes her scoff.

"If you only wanted to visit the Eiffel tower Miss Swan, you could have told me. I could have saved us from all the walking trouble you've caused." She commented.

"I'm saving that for last." That's all Regina got from the enigmatic blonde that had been clutching her hand for over four hours already. They were actually walking around the city not stopping at any destination. Regina thinks that Emma would take to an alley and kill her.

It's morbid.

But it's not entirely true either.

She wants to believe that this eighteen years old lady just want to spend two weeks with her. That she was looking for an acquaintance. Maybe.

The only question is…

Why her?

Regina was deep in thoughts when she bumped to Emma who abruptly stopped.

"What the—"

"We are here." Emma said looking into Regina's eyes. The brunette stared at the building that they were standing at.

Musée d'Art Moderne de la Ville de Paris

She had heard of this before but never really had the chance to visit. She would usually just go from a conference to a 'bar exploration' with the other people in the conference or she would just stay in her hotel reading a book.

Not just the book that was given to her but other books too.

"C'mon!" Emma said tugging the arm of the brunette.

"Oh my!" Emma exclaimed. "This are really good arts!" She said excitedly.

Regina was actually impressed at the exquisite details of the museum. It exhibits different art from the 20th and 21st century. It is different from the framed collection at Louvre—she just saw it on pictures. She was astound by the works of surrealism—Emma told her—that are being presented in front of her but she was utterly distracted with the said woman beside her. She was like a bouncing ball of joy. She is like a kid in a candy store and it makes Regina's heart flutter for some reasons.

Emma Swan was actually bouncing in anticipation. And Regina has to smile softly at that.

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