After the ball Sophia was humming the song she danced on with the stranger as she brushed her hair. This was the first time she had danced with someone other than her husband. It was strange, but not unpleasant. The stranger was sweet and his presents filled her with warmth. His touches were gently and there was just something about his eyes that mesmerized her. After their dance she didn't dance with anyone else, though. Caligo had come back and was keeping an eye on her again, so she couldn't anyway.
"How was your night, My Queen?" Caligo asked as he came out of the bathing chamber. She put the hairbrush down, walking over to their bed.
"It was wonderful," she said as she crawled under the comforters. "How was your night?"
"Good, but I do wish I was able to dance with you more," he said as he climbed into bed beside her.
"Maybe next time." Sophia went to lay down, turning her back to him. Caligo wrapped his arms around her, his chest pressed against her back. She snuggled closer to him, her arms wrapping around his. As she slowly fell asleep in the arms of her husband, she couldn't think of anything else but the grey of the stranger's eyes.
Sophia woke a few hours later when she didn't feel the warmth of her husband beside her. She opened her eyes, seeing Caligo sitting on the edge of their bed. She yawned, rubbing her eyes with one hand and reaching out for him with the other.
"Something wrong?"
He turned to her, reaching out with his hand to stroked her cheek. "Nothing, everything is fine," he ensured her. He leaning down and kissing her forehead. "I just have to check on something, I'll be back before you know it."
"Okay," she mumbled, closing her eyes again.
"Sleep, My Queen."
About an hour later Sophia woke again, the empty space still beside her. She was never going to get a goodnight sleep like this. She quickly pushed herself up when she heard a strange noise. She rubbed the sleep out of her eyes and scanned the room, but was only met by darkness.
"Caligo?" she said quietly, but no answer came. Her head snapped to the balcony when she heard the noise again. She sighed relieved when she saw that it was just the balcony door that wasn't shut properly. She swung her legs over the edge of the bed and made her way to the balcony. When she stood before the doors she hesitated for a moment. Eventually she opened the door wider instead of closing it, stepping outside. The cold night wind blew through her hair, making it dance around her face. She took a deep breath, leaning against the railing as she looked at the bright moon.
Sophia stayed there for a moment, enjoying the view and fresh air, before going back inside. She closed the doors behind her, making sure they were shut properly this time. When she turned to go back to bed she almost screamed as she saw a hooded figure leaning against her bedframe.
"Good evening, Queen," the hooded figure said. His voice was low, no hint of emotion could be found in it, though it sounded familiar. The hooded figure pushed himself off the frame, stepping closer to her.
"Get back, I'm warning you," she said more confident than she felt.
"I'm not here to hurt you," he said, ignoring her warning. He kept coming closer, even when she lifted her hands as a warning that she could blast him away if she wanted. He only stopped when he was right in front of her, the moonlight peeking through the window and lightened his face just enough for her to see a scar that ran across it. "I'm here to take you."
He lifted his hand and blew a powder in her face. Sophia coughed, her eyes starting to water. Suddenly she felt very sleepy, and unable to keep herself standing. Her knees buckled in from underneath her, and if the hooded figure hadn't caught her she would have fallen to the floor.
"Sweet dreams, Queen," the hooded figure said before everything went black.
After scouting out the whole castle Caligo returned to his bedchambers. He put the sword he had took with him on a table and walked over to the bed. They said they had an intruder in the caste and that they had found a mysterious bag, but before Caligo could take a look at the so said bag it was gone. Apparently the bag they found had been taken again by the intruder, and no matter how hard they sought they couldn't find them, which meant that they had already left. Hopefully.
But Caligo would worry about that in the morning, right now he was exhausted and wanted to hold his Sophia as he fell asleep. He yawned as he crawled back into his bed, ready to grab what was his and pull it closer to him, but was only met by cold sheets. Caligo's eyes shot open and he sat up, seeing that the bed was completely empty- except for a single feather that rested on Sophia's pillow.
Caligo picked up the feather, examining it in the moonlight. He only knows one bastard that owns such feathers, and maybe he never have worn them in Storybrooke, Caligo knew the stories and has seen the drawing. His grip on the feather tightened until it snapped between his fingers.
"FELIX!"
Well, at least tonight hadn't been as boring as he thought it would be. Turn out the beauty he had been dancing with was the queen as well. It shouldn't surprise him that she was the queen, still it did. If she was the queen, so gorgeous and so kind, then why did no one ever spoke of her?
Felix shook his head, trying to get the thoughts to leave his head. He had more important things to worry about right now. Like where the hell did he leave his horse? That it was completely dark didn't help to locate the animal. After a while he gave up the search for his horse and just continued walking with the unconscious queen on his back. Maybe he could find it tomorrow, and if not, then they would have to walk a great distance before they were at the nearest port. She probably wasn't going to cooperate, so that would delay their trip even more.
Great.
Just great.
After a while, Felix felt the queen shift- she was waking up. He sighed, stopping and looking around him. Maybe it was smart to rest here. They were far enough away from the caste, and he had to get some sleep as well. Or at least rest his legs, because they were hurting like hell. Felix kneeled down and placed the queen on the ground. He turned to her and made sure her bindings were still secure, much like the cuff on her wrist. He didn't want to be killed my magic.
When he was sure she couldn't escape if she woke he started gathering some dry moss and twigs to start a fire. It didn't take him long to find some useful pieces and get the fire going. And finally he sat down, stretching his legs as he leaned back on his hands. He was tired, which wasn't strange. The only down side was, was that he couldn't sleep, because he had to keep an eye on that dark haired lady.
"W-where am I?" a confused voice asked. Felix turned his head, seeing the queen push herself into a sitting position as she blinked a few times. When she looked at him she immediately tried to back away, which for some reason hurt him, but he ignored it. "Who are you?"
"Now where is the fun in answering that?" he asked, only then realising that he quoted himself from earlier. She realised this too as her eyes widened.
"You're the cream face guy I danced with."
He tilted his head. "That was your fault."
"I said I was sorry." She rolled her eyes, and he couldn't help but smile a bit. It soon disappeared, though, when she glared at him and he decided to glare back. "Why did you take me?"
"Boss' orders," he said simple.
"Then why did you dance with me?"
"You ask me to dance." He looked away from her, turning his attention to the fire as he grabbed a stick and started poking it. "I didn't know you were the one I was supposed to kidnap."
"You didn't?" He could hear the surprise in her voice, but when he glanced her way she already masked it with an angry glare.
"No, I was told that the queen would be in a castle and in which chambers I could find her, that it was you I didn't know."
She was quiet after that, but then she said quietly, "Take me back."
"I can't."
"Why do you need me?"
"I don't know."
"Then take me back!"
Felix looked up at her again, raising his eyebrows at her tone. Okay, he had kidnapped her, but this stage of anger wasn't one that was supposed to show up in the beginning. He actually expected her to start weeping in the beginning, not angrily shout at him that he had to take her back.
"Calm down, Little Queen," he said, but this only made her angrier.
"I have a name!" she shouted before taking a deep breath and continuing in a softer tone. "If what you said was true during our dance, than why don't you want to know my name?"
"What would be the f-"
"Yeah, yeah, but now we aren't just passing ships, why don't you want to know the name of the 'beauty' you danced with?"
If he was honest with himself, he did want to know her name. He was curious to know how people called her, how it would sound falling from his lips. But she didn't have to know that. So instead, he leaned forward and put on a cruel grin that send most people running, and said, "Because I don't care."
"Then all you did was lie," the words were soft as she spoke, but he could just make them out. She then turned her back to him, laying down into the cold moss. She was too far away from the fire to feel it's warmth, but close enough so Felix could still keep an eye on her. For some reason Felix felt a nagging in his chest, but he didn't know why he felt it or what it was. He'd never felt it before, so how could he know?
"I don't care," he whispered to himself, maybe to convince himself that he indeed didn't care. He looked at the fire for a while, mesmerized in the flames when he saw the queen on his left shudder and curl up. "I don't care," he repeated, looking away from her.
He repeated the sentence in his head over and over again but no matter how many times he said it, he couldn't shake off the strange, unpleasant feeling in his chest. Eventually he stood, taking off his cloak and covering her with it. She glanced up at him, her eyes falling on the feathers in his hair, the ones she had admired before.
"I don't need you to freeze to death before we arrive," he grumbled, turning on his heels and leaving her again. He sat back down before the fire, staring into the flames again. It was quiet then, only the cracking of the fire could be heard.
"Thank you," she said quietly. For some reason those two simple word made the unpleasant feeling in his chest from before disappear, and when he glanced her way he couldn't help but smile a bit at how his cloak was wrapped around her.
"I don't care," he whispered, but the words didn't even registered in his own head, not even after saying it millions of times over again.
A/N: Thanks for reading, I hope you all are enjoying season 3 so far. Let me know if you do!
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