The next morning when Sophia woke she was a bit disorientated. Her bed felt strange and her blanket had a strange familiar scent to it as well. She also wasn't lying in a comfortable position. But then she remembered what she hoped had been a dream. She groaned in annoyance as she opened her eyes and pushed herself up in a sitting position. Looking around her, she saw the stranger, or kidnapper, or whoever he was, still asleep by the remaining's of the fire.

This was her chance to get away. Sophia got up, taking the cloak with her, and quietly walked over to the blond. As gentle as she could, she placed the cloak over his head so that if he woke up and she had to run he wouldn't see where she went to. She then kneeled down before him, carefully trying to unsheathe his long dagger without disturbing him. He suddenly started moving, and Sophia froze. He mumbled something that she could quite make out because of the cloak over his face, but other than that he didn't move. She sighed in relief when he continued on sleeping.

When she had the dagger unsheathe she made quick work on cutting though her bindings. "Yes," she said a little too loud, and immediately covered her mouth, holding her breath. The blond guy shifted and mumbled again, but this time he spoke clearer.

"Sophia," he mumbled. For a moment her heart stopped and her breath caught in her throat. How did he knew her name? She hasn't told him, and he didn't care, so how did he know? Maybe his boss told him and he was just playing her. Yeah, that must be it. He doesn't care because he already knows.

Sophia stood again, slowly backing away from the guy who kidnapped her while holding on to his dagger. It might come in handy if she had to defend herself. She looked up at the sky, trying to figure out where she was and where she needed to go. The sun was still rising, which helped her navigate. She started towards the south, hoping that it was the right way toward her castle. They couldn't have gone that far. She hadn't seen any horses or other animals that could have brought them here, meaning that the blond guy had to carry her to this spot.

After a while of walking she realized that this was the first time that she had been this far away from the castle. She had to admit that it felt kind of good, that she felt free. Because it was still early the birds were chirping in the trees and the orange of the upcoming sun lit the forest beautifully. As she looked at the beauty of nature she couldn't find it in herself to be mad at this blond guy. He may have kidnapped her, yes, but he had also danced with her the other night when no one else dared to ask her. And right now, because of him, she saw nature in a way she had never seen it before.

She was snapped out of her thoughts when she heard a sudden howl coming from somewhere beside her. The howl was followed by a growl that seemed to be coming closer and closer. Sophia didn't dare stop as she warily looked around her. The growling came closer and closer, and eventually caused Sophia to run. She clinched to the long dagger in her hand since it was her only weapon right now. Her magic was useless with this cuff the kidnapper put on her.

No matter how hard she ran the growling still came closer until she heard a sudden bark and heavy footsteps behind her. She dared a glance over her shoulder, seeing a gigantic wolf running towards her, baring it teeth. Sophia ran as fast as she could, but the beast was still coming closer to her. She made the mistake of glancing over her shoulder again and not seeing a root. She tripped, falling forward. She tried to stand but pain shot through her ankle the moment she put pressure on it. Sophia was sure that this was her end, that she was going to be killed by this wolf beast and no one would know about it until the remaining's of her body were found.

She turned to the beast, looking it right in the eye as it ran towards her. She wasn't going to be afraid, she wasn't going to show weakness in her last moments. So when the beast lunged for her she held the long dagger ready.

"Get the hell away from her!" she heard someone yell at the wolf. The wolf heard it too as it suddenly changed its direction and ran towards the voice. When Sophia looked who it was she saw that it was her blond kidnapper, waving his arms at the wolf before grabbing a large branch that lay on the ground. The wolf came closer and closer to him, but he didn't move one bit, only narrowing his eyes on the creature. When it was about to lung forward to rip his throat out, the blond stepped back, and swung the branch with all his might against the beast.

It yelped in pain as it hit a tree. The blond guy didn't spare it a second glance as he rushed over to her. He helped her up, but as soon as she stood she pushed him away.

"Stay away from me," she warned him, pointing his own dagger at him.

"A 'thank you' would have been nice too," he said bored, looking at her ankle. "Did you hurt yourself?"

"No," she lied, stepping back but hissing in pain as she put pressure on her ankle.

"Typical," he mumbled annoyed to himself. They suddenly hears someone chuckling at them, it sounded unpleasant and dark. They both looked in the direction of the chuckle, seeing a girl laying in the dirt, under the tree where Mister Blond had send the wolf too when he hit it.

"Pathetic," she spat before turning back into the wolf and disappearing into the woods. They both stared after it for a moment.

"Was that a werewolf?" Sophia asked, still a bit shocked.

"I think so, but they aren't supposed to change into a wolf during the day," he said, seeming to be just as surprised as she was. He then shook his head, looking back at her with the emotionless expression. "Anyway, let's get going."

"No."

"No?"

"I'm not going with you," she said, still holding the dagger tightly.

"You can barely walk."

"How do you know my name?" she asked instead, ignoring his comment.

"I don't know it, why do you think I know your name? Didn't I tell you that I don't care?"

"You said it when you were sleeping."

He was taken aback by this, raising his eyebrow at her. "I did?"

"Yes, how do you know it?"

He sighed heavily, stepping closer to her. "Listen, Little Queen, I don't know your name, nor do I care. So stop pointing my own dagger at me and lets just get moving. We already lost too much time because you ran away."

"I just want to go home, and I'm not little." Sophia glared at him, still keeping the dagger pointed at him as he walked toward her.

"Compared to me, you are very little." With a sudden, unexpected move he had the dagger out of her hand and against her throat while he held her arm twisted behind her back. He leaned closer to her ear, whispering, "Now be a good girl and start listening to me or you'll never get home."

"You wouldn't dare," Sophia said through gritted teeth. He put more pressure on the dagger against her throat, causing her breath to hitch while she leaned back against him to keep the blade from cutting her.

"Try me." There was no humor in his voice, no smirk or grin on his lips. He was dead serious. He would really slid her throat, he would really do it. Her heart started pounding in her chest as she swallowed. This wasn't the adorably shy stranger she met at the ball, this was an entire different person.

Sophia closed her eyes, taking a deep breath trough her nose. That shy stranger still was him as well, unless it was all an act. But he didn't know who she was when they danced, so she really hoped that it wasn't. After gathering some of her courage she leaned back, letting all her weight fall on him. He didn't expect that and actually had to step back to keep his balance. This also caused some of the pressure to be released from her throat. She turned her head toward him, gently brushing her nose against his cheek. She opened her eyes, seeing his stone eyes fixed on hers. They were cold, emotionless, like a steel wall. Nothing like the warm and curious ones that shone so bright when they danced. It actually made her wonder…

"What are you looking at?" he spat, the pressure on her throat increasing again.

"Just wondering," she said in a soft tone, so soft that it caught him off guard. "You're hurting me."

"I wouldn't have to if you just listened."

"Why would I listen? You took me from my home, from my love, from the only place where I feel safe. Isn't it natural for me to want to go back?"

Something flashed in his eyes, but it was gone as soon as it came. "I don't get why you want to go back to being nothing."

With that he released her, sheathing is long dagger again in his belt. This time Sophia didn't try to get away- partly because she couldn't with her ankle still hurting like hell. She turned to him, her eyebrow raised. "Nothing? what do you mean? I'm not nothing."

"Think about it," he said, crossing his arms. "the reason I don't know your name is because I didn't even know you existed until my boss told me about you. When I entered your kingdom I heard people around me saying you were a rumor, that they weren't even sure their land had a queen, and those who claimed you existed said that you were to be feared, that you were dangerous. Do you really want to return to that?"

"How could they not know I exists?" she found herself asking.

"Have you ever shown your face outside the castle walls?"

She shook her head, looking down. "Caligo said it was too dangerous. He said I would be safer inside."

"Then how could they know about you?"

Sophia was quiet then, lost in thoughts. The words hit her like a stone in her face. It hit her so hard that she didn't struggle as the blond bound her hands together again, but she didn't care what he did. Hell, he could kill her right now and she wouldn't care. How could she care? According to many she didn't even exist, so how can nothing care?

She didn't care that her ankle was still hurting as she started walking, she didn't care where she was led to, she just didn't care anymore.

Later that day, when they had stopped and made camp for the night, Felix felt as if he had been a little too harsh on her. But, honestly, he thought she knew. And what was that about him knowing her name? How could he know her freaking name if Pan himself didn't even know it? Still, something inside him felt troubled. She hadn't spoken the entire track, hadn't struggled one bit against him, as if she was just a doll.

What also caught his attention was her ankle. She'd been walking on it the entire time, trying to hide the fact that it was clearly hurting her. When he had asked about it she just ignored him, but he didn't want to come over as if he was worried, because he wasn't, so he didn't ask again. Thought, now as he looks at her, sitting at the edge of the clearing against a tree, away from the fire he started a while ago, he couldn't help but worry a little bit.

Felix sighed as he got up, taking his bag and walking over to her. She didn't even look up as he kneeled down beside her, only snapping out of her trance when he grabbed her ankle and she yelped at the sudden pain.

"I knew it."

"Just leave it," she said harshly, glaring at him.

"You can't keep walking on that," he said as he took some things from his bag. She looked away, ignoring him completely. Felix rolled his eyes, taking her ankle again and poured some cold water on her swollen skin from his canteen. The only movement she made was flinching a bit, but other than that she didn't move, keeping her eyes locked on something beside her. He wrapped her ankle with some bandages, not too tight but also not too lose. He gathered his stuff again, but before he went back to the fire he took off his cloak again, covering her legs with it. "If you're not coming closer to the fire than at least use this to keep you warm."

"I don't need it." Without looking she grabbed his cloak, throwing it back to him and pulled her legs up against her chest. "Why do you even care about nothing?"

"I don't, you're just going to slow us down if you're in a bad condition."

"As if I even want to go where you're taking me."

Without another word Felix stood, walking back to the fire. He didn't know what suddenly had snapped in her, but it was pissing him off. He was trying to be helpful, but all she did was tell him to bugger off and practically leave her to die. He should have slid her throat, should have let that wolf beast eat her. She was impossible, why would Pan ever want her?

Sophia couldn't sleep. The word the blond guy said earlier were still roaming though her head, and she just couldn't get them out. Everything right now felt as if it was fake, a lie. Was her home really… home to her? Now that she thought about it, it didn't feel like home anymore. It felt like a prison, and now that she was out of it, she actually felt a sense of freedom that she never knew she needed. Maybe… maybe this was a good thing. Maybe this boss he was leading her to could help her. Of course, she still wanted to go back to her husband, she loves him, but she had to do this. She had to do this on her own, without guards being at her side every second of the day. If she wasn't the queen, than who exactly was she?

She was snapped out of her thoughts when she heard her kidnapper mumble in his sleep again. Only now did she realize that he had fallen asleep. After her breakdown he probably wasn't so worried of her escaping again it seems. Or he was just really tired.

A shiver went through her as a cold breeze passed her. She tried to get up, which she managed, and hobbled over to the fire. She sat down, already feeling the heat of it warm her skin. She was about to lay down as well, try to sleep now that she'd made her dissection and wasn't freezing anymore, when the blond guy mumbled again.

"Sophia," he mumbled. When she looked at him, she saw his fists and jaw were clenched tightly and his face looked troubled. "No, no, please, leave her alone…"

Sophia held her breath as she carefully crawled over to him, almost falling on top of him as she lost her balance because of her bound hands. She cursed under her breath as she looked at the rope, seeing that the knot he made wasn't really that strong. With a few twists of her hands she had both her hands free. She threw the rope aside and came to sit as close as she dared next to her kidnapper. His expression was still troubled, almost pained and his hands kept grasping into the dirt and leaves he was laying on.

She didn't know why she did it, but she gently grabbed his hand, brushing over its back with her thumb in a soothing motion while her other hand softly stroked his cheek. He visible relaxed at her touch, so when all the tension had left his body, she let go of him again. But the moment she let go, his troubled look came back and his body tensed up again.

"Please, don't…" his voice sounded pained and broken. "…don't leave me."

"I'm right here," she whispered before she could stop herself. She didn't know why she moved back to him, didn't know why she took his hand and lay down next to him. He should be feeling troubled for kidnapping her, he should be in pain for threatening her, the queen. But right now, she just couldn't let him. There was just something about him that pulled her to him. It was the same feeling she had when she first met him at the ball. There was just something between them, something that made her care for him, even when she didn't want to.

Maybe that was why she shifted closer to him, why she held his hand close to her.

Maybe that was why he did the same.

A/N: Thanks for reading!

to Kristy who asked: One question where are Sophia's parents and grandparents ? And everyone else? But love the story

Eveyone else will appear in future chapters, you'll see them soon ;)