A/N- ok here's the latest chapter! This took a while to write because life's getting in the way at the moment! I've been on holiday for the past two weeks and I didn't have wifi so I was unable to upload anything, so I just wrote and wrote! Hopefully this long chapter will be enough!

My inspiration for this chapter is: "Tomorrow and Tomorrow and Tomorrow creeps in this petty place from day to day"

That's enough of my rambling... Enjoy!

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Regina grasped onto the rose for dear life as she slowly paced into the castle, a small genuine smile plastered on her face. Regina had not genuinely smiled in years, but today was the exception. It was about midday; the white sun in the light grey sky washed over the black and grey cradle and the healthy environment around it. It was to be a hot day as there were birds, deer and horses our bathed in the grandeur of the sky.
Regina's mind wandered from the thief whom she doted on, to her schedule for today. She was required to have lunch with the King, then she had her lesson with the Imp and finally she had that bloody ball to attend before the promise of tomorrow came. Regina never realised how close she was to the prison she called a castle until she was brought from her thoughts as the black doors opened in front of her. She usually never cared for this castle; she found it dull, each room brought up horrific memories but today there was something different about it. As the doors parted, Regina held her breath as she saw the deep red carpet. She looked up and saw a plethora of shades of red on the paintings that where hung around the room, her eyes wide in amazement. There was a mahogany table in the centre of the room which held a simple vase with a myriad of different types of flowers, one in the centre being a red poppy. Regina released the breath she didn't know she was holding in and simply stood in awe.

"My Queen, are you ok?" A servant asked, slightly confused, making Regina jump. It was Johanna.

"Yes I am. Why would you think otherwise?" Regina retorted, looking at the woman. Her lips were scarlet red.

"Well, My Queen, Snow came rushing in with the biggest smile I've seen for a while, she told me that you were attacked and, in her words not mine, 'a handsome man and his adorable little son' saved you-" Johanna stopped as her eyes dropped to Regina's wound on her arm. "Oh my goodness, we must get you to a doctor immediately."

"Johanna. It's fine. We're running late anyway, let me have lunch first with my husband and step-daughter, I can sort it out later," Regina replied. Of course, the wound was hurting her like hell, but she knew the imp would use magic to fix it, even if there was a price.

"Are you sure, My Queen? I'm sure the King can wait-"

"Yes. Is that all, Johanna?"

"Yes, well, no, My Lady," Johanna mumbled.
"Well, speak up then," Regina replied, her patience being tested. She just wanted to get lunch over and done with; Johanna wasting her time was the last thing she needed.

"Snow White did mention that you and 'the handsome man' spent a lot of time together. And as you walked in you stopped for about a minute or two looking at the carpet-" Johanna was cut off.

"Are you insinuating something Johanna?" Regina's voice had a sharp tone to it.

"No, My Queen. But may I just say that if you do see something different, say the colour of that beautiful rose your hiding behind your back, then your secret is safe with me. The Princess is waiting outside the dining hall for you," Johanna smiled as she walked away.

Regina was shocked by the comment. Was she that obvious? She didn't have time to think. Regina raced upstairs and placed the rose into an opaque vase which sat on her dresser. She quickly changed outfits into a white virginal dress and donned a ruby red lipstick; innocent, but without sin. You could see the wound and its bloody dressing through the netting of the arms but she cared not; Rumple would heal it soon enough. What was important was that she got today over and done with so she could see Robin again. God that man was always invading her thoughts.

Regina met up with Snow who, like Johanna said, was patiently waiting outside of the dining hall for her. Snow grinned as Regina approached her, but he smile dropped as Regina pulled her to the side and got down to her level, grasping Snow's shoulders with a harsh force, her nails almost digging into the untouched skin.

"Snow. Listen to me. It is vital that you don't tell your father that you and I both spent a lot of time with Robin and Roland," Regina said quietly, but with a menacing tone. Snow looked scared to death.

"Why? They saved our lives? Shouldn't father know that?" She questioned.

"He can know that he saved our lives but no more. Do you understand me?" Regina's grip tightened on the girl- Snow understood how serious she was.

"Yes." The girl muttered, her voice barely a whisper. Regina stared in the brat's eyes, she couldn't trust the girl, but if Snow only shut her god forsaken mouth for a few hours it would give her time to think of an excuse as to why they all spent so much time together. After all, a Queen and a Princess should not interact with a thief. Regina let go of Snows shoulders and got up. Snow winced at the slight pain Regina had caused but composed herself when she saw the glare plastered on her step-mothers steel face. The pair momentarily glanced at each other as the doors to the hall opened. Snow ran over to her father and gave him a sickening hug as Regina gracefully waltzed over to the table, sitting down across from some woman who she cared not off.

"My dear Snow," Leopold said loudly. "Whatever happened to your dress? Wife! You were supposed to look after her!"

"It's ok father, Regina and I were ambushed-" Snow replied calmly before she was interrupted.

"-AMBUSHED? My darling Snow you could have died!" Leopold bellowed. "And to think you didn't have any knights to save you?" He glared at Regina who was looking past the King, intensely staring at some painting in the background, popping a grape in her mouth. She knew the whole table was in shock, looking at the Queen but Regina cared not. Her mind was in other places.

"Father there's nothing to worry about! Regina told me to hide and it worked. The bandits never saw me. Regina did get hurt on her arm, quite badly actually, but she managed to fend them off," Snow smiled, looking at Regina who nodded her head in approval of the girl's lies.

"Well so long as you are ok my precious one, that's all that matters," Leopold said calmly, kissing Snow on the head. Regina rolled her eyes and ate another grape. "And you, my wife, how dare you take our daughter out of the castle without any Knights-"

"But my Lord," Regina replied, she furrowed her eyebrows once she realises she was being blamed for this. She had to talk her way out of it or she'd be in a world of pain tonight. "Snow is safe,
Isn't she? I hid Snow safe away from the bandits; they came and attacked me. They were going to harm me. Rape me. Even kill me for all I knew. But Snow was safe the whole time. I wouldn't let anyone harm her, you have to believe me-" Regina's pleads were interrupted. She hated talking about Snow in that way but it had to be done. She wanted to girl to suffer, but at her own hands not some worthless bandits.

"-Silence," Leopold bellowed. Regina froze as the King stood up and towered over her. She wanted nothing more to slice the Kings throat and bathe in his crimson red blood. "You're making a fool of yourself in front of our honoured guests. They care not for your lies or your wounds." The King spat at her. "You better shut your whore mouth before I do." Everyone in the room was subjected to silence at the King's words. Regina was the King's wife; he could do and say as he wanted with her. Regina's blood was boiling, her hands tightly clenched into a fist by her side.

"Father please stop that!" Snow pitched in, nearly in tears after what her father had called her stepmother. "She's telling the truth! Regina was ready to put herself in great danger to save me! Her arm proves it!" Regina couldn't believe Snow was defending her against her father; her threat must have worked wonders on the girl. The room all stared at Regina, more specifically her arm. The pure white of the dress next to her arm was dripping with blood, ruining the dress. But Regina kept her composure, not caring for the wound or the dress.

"Wait a moment," one of the Queen's from a distant land piped up. She recognised her accent from her wedding; it was one hard to forget. "Your wife essentially sacrificed herself, was willing to let unspeakable things happen to her in order to save your daughter, you can even see she badly injured her arm, and yet you don't even thank her?" She quizzed. Regina had to hide her smirk; she knew Leopold hated giving her thanks or credit for anything she did. There were strong mummers of agreement between the men and women sat around the table.

Leopold huffed and sat down. His already fragile image was on the line so he had to comply to the woman's requests. "Fine. Thank you, wife," Leopold disdainfully mumbled under his breath as he began to stuff his face with roasted swan.

Time passed. Dinner was a bore, just as Regina suspected. Aside from that little ramble, Regina was ignored for the rest of the dinner which she was secretly thrilled about; she despised all the small talk Royals and Nobility discussed. She finally got up to leave for her lesson with the Imp after staying at the retched table for an appropriate amount of time when she was stopped.

"My dear wife where are you going?" Leopold asked, as he stood up, once again asserting his pathetic dominance over her.

"Nowhere of importance," Regina smiled half heartedly as she began to walk out, but was stopped again by his voice.

"Then why leave? We still have tonight's ball to discuss."

"I'm sure you and your Noble men can organize this ball without me being present, just as you have done the past hundred grand balls you have had. Now if you don't mind, my dearest husband, I have somewhere to be," Regina grimaced as she hurried off before the King had chance to speak up again. Regina raced through the castle in a hurry. She was going to be late. The servants were confused by the Queens hurried state but none dared to question her, instead moved out of the way so she could quickly pass them by. Regina made it outside and rushed into the huge maze in which she would meet Rumple in the centre of. Regina had memorized the route to the centre; she could probably do it in her sleep, but today she found herself getting lost. She was too busy noticing the red carnations which were growing in the maze, as well as her thoughts being overrun by Robin. His magnificent eyes and dimples made her so distracted that she was truly lost.

"Fuck," Regina said out loud. She hadn't a clue where to go, or where she came from. Regina turned a corner and screamed as she saw the Imp.

"Gods, you scared the living day lights out of me," she frowned.

"And you got lost. Why?" The imp asked childishly, walking around her.

"Does it matter why?" Regina retorted, trying to keep her composure as the imp inspected her.

"Well of course it does, dearie. If you can't concentrate on going left or right then how on earth can you concentrate in my lessons?" He laughed as he grabbed her chin, startling Regina. "So go on, why are you so fascinated by those red carnations?" He let go.

"You can see colour?" Regina asked, perplexed.

"Oh well of course I can! Being the Dark One has its perks!" The Imp gleamed as a malicious grin grew on his face. Regina furrowed her eyebrows at the statement, opened her mouth to say something but a shooting pain in her arm interrupted her.

"Can you heal my arm with magic?" Regina finally questioned, raising her eyebrow.

"Most certainly," he smiled as he brought his hand over her left bicep, but stopped and stared into her eyes. "For a price."

"Fine, fine just do it," she demanded. The Imp complied and with a wave of his had the wound healed. Regina sighed as the pain went away, leaving her olive skin practically perfect again. "What do you want, Imp?"

"Oh I want so much! So much indeed! But what can I get from you, hmmm?" The imp smirked as he grabbed her arm.

"Never," Regina spat as she pushed his hand off her bicep.

"Oh, feeling rebellious, are we?" Rumple gawped. "Don't worry, dearie, I'm not the King, I don't desire that!" He giggled. Regina could feel anger consume her. "No, what I want is a single hair from both you," he smiled as he pulled a piece of her Raven black hair from her head, "and your true love," Rumple said, singing.

"My true love is dead-" Regina quickly replied, hurt from the latter part of his statement.

"No, no. Not the stable boy," Rumple replied as he held out his hand. Black smoke encompassed it as he spoke again. "I want a single hair from the man who gave you this." The smoke cleared to reveal the rose which Robin had given her. Regina gasped and took it from his hand, not wanting his twisted darkness to ruin the beauty of the rose. "What's his name?"

"Can we get on with our lesson?" Regina mused, trying to change the subject.

"I won't ask again, dearie, what is his name," Rumple demanded. Regina knew the imp was serious. She contemplated lying to him, but she knew that he'd eventually find out. Plus Regina didn't want to get on his bad side; she knew what he could do to people who were his enemies.

"Robin. Robin Hood is his name," Regina replied, her heart racing at the thought of his name.

"The thief?" Rumple laughed. "A Queen and a thief? My my dear, you've really messed up this time. Dirty blond hair, blue eyes? I don't know what you see in him, he probably hasn't bathed in weeks, or he's off stealing something right now. Oh I wonder what your mother, or the King, would do if they found out about your secret lover-"

"-Do not talk about him like that." Regina declared; her voice hoarse and a little louder than it should be. She was angry at him, yet a little taken back; Robin had blue eyes, just like the blue of Daniels, yet they both looked so different. In Daniels she could see the innocent and hope of youth, like the colour the sky was in the morning, the promise of a beautiful day. Yet Robin's eyes? They seemed dark and full off loss, like the harsh sea which lured people to their deaths, deeply pessimistic, but oh so intriguing. Rumple froze at her statement and tilted his head to the side as an evil smile crept up on his face.

"Nyahaha!" Rumple gleamed, jumping about. "Now that's the Evil Queen I like to see." He calmed himself down and licked his lips in excitement. "Now, can you get that hair or not?"

Regina closed her eyes. She hated making deals with the imp, the price was always too high, but this time she was worried about how little he wanted.

"Yes," she murmured.

"Excellent, dearie. Now, I want you to work on your teleportation."

***

Robin couldn't stop smiling. His hand never left Roland's as the strolled back to the camp. He hadn't felt this happy since before Marian died; Robin loved Marian dearly, but with Regina? That was an entirely new feeling. He felt addicted to her. He couldn't get enough of her and he had only met the woman a few hours ago. The way she seemed to gleam against the harsh dark greys of the forest, her crimson lips which we're deliciously tempting, her figure which, despite the red blood pouring out of, still seemed perfect. She invaded his thoughts. Robin didn't even realised they had reached the camp until Roland let go of his hand and rushed over to Little John and handed over the red bouquet of roses.

"Ey up," Will chuckled as Robin sat beside him on the log facing the burning fire. Robin was encapsulated by the dancing red flames; he didn't hear Will. It was only when he felt a hard punch to his upper arm did he realise where he was. "What's got into ya, mate? I ain't seen ya with a smile this big since, well since forever!" Robin hadn't even realised he was smiling.

"That's none of your business," Robin smirked.

"Oh I know that look," Tuck beamed, as he roasted a few chickens over the fire. "He's met someone."

"Oi, Little John, Alan, every bloody one of ya get over 'ere!" Will shouted, excitedly.

"Oh god no it's no big deal, Will!" Robin retorted, unable to rid his face of the smile Regina had caused.

"Oh it most certainly is!" Little John laughed, placing his warm hands on Robin's shoulders. "What's she like, ey?" By now the whole camp had surrounded their leader, a mixture of happiness and confusion plastered on their faces.

"She's, well, how can I even describe her?" Robin began. "She's one of the most beautiful women I've ever laid eyes on. I mean, don't get me wrong, Marian was a stunner, but her?" Robin had to pause to find the right words, if there were any words to describe her glorious complexion. "She was like a Goddess. Like a drug. The more I got of her, the stranger it felt."

"That's all?" Alan pitched in. "You meet a lass and all we get is that she was like a drug?"

"I didn't just meet her. I saved her, Alan. She was being attacked by these bandits in the middle of the Rose field; they were going to rape her, kill her. I had to save her. So I shot every bandit I could see, but I accidentally caught her bicep in the process-"

"-Gods, ya such an idiot, Robin," Will laughed.

"Well when I went to fix her wound, I gave her a rose as an apology and when we both looked at it, it was red," Robin gleamed. "So I walked her back to her home, kissed her a little bit and we're meeting up by that greying tower by the sea tomorrow."

"Bloody hell, you must be mad for her," Alan smiled.

"Like I said. She's a drug, a growing addiction. I've been kissed by a rose on the grey," Robin trailed off, his mind wandering back to the perfect kiss they both shared.

"How big was her arse?" Will joked, bringing Robin back down to earth.

"Fuck off!" Robin retorted, shoving Will off the log. "But if you must know, it puts Nora's to shame," Robin jested, looking at Little John.

"Well what's her name then?" Tuck asked cheerfully.

"Regina!" Roland perked up as he emerged from his tent. "And I played with her daughter, Snow! And we had so much fun playing together and we ate an apple from the tree and Regina got hurt and we brought them back to the castle and I went on Snow's horse and Daddy gave Regina a rose and saved her from the mean men!"

The whole camp stopped and looked at Robin with fear in their eyes.

"Bloody hell, you've fallen for the Queen?" Will whispered, shocked. "Ya know she's married, mate?"

"Yes to the King, I know. She hates it; he treats her like scum, and her bratty step-daughter is a right pain too," Robin declared, defending Regina.

"Robin if the King found out he'll have you head," Tuck replied with a tone of concern.

"He won't find out. Regina will make sure he doesn't."

"You sure about that, Robin?" Alan said.

"I trust her. Look. I don't care if I have none of your approval, I'm meeting her again tomorrow," Robin said angrily as he stood up. He began to walk towards a river to bathe but he stopped and looked back at his merry men. "Oh, and on a completely unrelated note, if any of you see a brown horse, then please let me know," he grimaced as he ran away to the river, admiring the red poppies he saw on his way there.

***

Regina was exhausted. Her lesson with the Imp was a failure; she was supposed to be able to teleport long distances, but she could only move a mere few feet. She had only herself to blame; she couldn't get that damn thief out of her mind. Rumple left the lesson extremely unhappy, threatening to take her heart if she didn't pull her act together. And now, Regina had to get ready for yet another pointless ball. She hated them with a passion. The only thing that could help her get through them was the copious amount of wine she would drink. She knew that Snow and Leopold would dance together all night, he would praise her and show her off to all of his guests while Regina was forced to sit on her thrown, looking perfect as she gathered dust. She didn't understand why the King had to throw these lavish, expensive balls while there were people in villages nearby starving to death, their homes destroyed, and yet the tax payer's money was being spent on these worthless night. Regina made it a rule that when she becomes the Queen, she would never have unnecessary, pointless grand balls, the tax payers money would go back to the tax payer.

Regina searched her wardrobe for a fitting outfit. Most of the gowns she owned Leopold had bought her, but they did not suit her, more of his dead wife. She eventually decided to don the only red dress she had, in honour of Robin. The dress fitted her well, the long sleeves laced with gold. It was a V neck and required a corset underneath; her corset was far too tight but she knew the King ordered for her to be a sight craved by all, so the pain of not breathing she would have to endure. Most of hair came down past her breasts, while the rest of it was tied into a fancy up-do. The dark red lipstick perfectly matched the dark red of the dress; she no longer looked like the innocent child, her mother would most definitely approve.

She made her way down the hall and met up with King Leopold as he waited outside of the ballroom entrance, ready to be announced with his wife. Regina stood by him, but left enough distance. That was, until he leant over and whispered in her ear.
"If you pull a stunt like what happened at dinner today, you'll regret ever being born."
Regina froze in her spot. She started seeing red as he blood boiled. She was going to murder him, torture him, make him beg for death. She was brought from her malicious thoughts as the door began to open and the herald announced the King and his Wife. Leopold took her hand into his and squeezed it tight as they stepped out into the ballroom. The world was still black, white, grey for Regina, except for the colour of red; a colour the room significantly lacked. She was the only one to wear a red dress, but she could see the ruby lips of the people she passed by, the red jewellery the women proudly wore, and most importantly, the red wine she saw being served. The King let go of her hand as they sat down on their respective seats at the end of the ballroom, Snow already seated on the left hand of her father.

"I would like everyone to raise a glass," the King smiled as he stood up from his thrown. His stance was much different to the one at lunch, instead of him appearing dominant and furious; he seemed relaxed, calmer, like a true King should be. "To our honoured guests here tonight, King Edgar and his wife from Learton, King Edmund and his wife from Gloucestershire, Prince Vincent and Princess Aouda from Yehnisar, and finally, the most honoured guest here tonight, my precious daughter, Snow White." Regina wanted to throw up.

Snow stood in a mixture of shock, amazement and embarrassment. "Father! You make me blush! What have I done to deserve such an honour?" She gasped as she took her father's hand. Leopold's grip on her hand was nothing compared to the harshness of his on Regina.

"You, my sweet girl, deserve all the honours after your near death experience today," Leopold told the room. Regina rolled her eyes. "It made me realise how lucky I am to still have you. I still get to gaze on your beautiful face, and each day, you remind me of my dear late wife. If she were here, she would be so proud of you," he smiled.

"Oh father!" Snow smiled, a tear running down her face. Regina had to look away and almost retched.

"And so! A toast! To my dear Snow, may she forever be the fairest in the land!" Leopold said as he raised his glass. Everyone in the room followed suit, bar Regina who simply downed her red wine. She looked at a servant and ordered another one.

The King and Snow danced the evening away. The festive, jolly music played, the guests all had a grand time, but not once did anyone talk to Regina, they only looked and admired her beauty. The women looked in jealousy at her ethereal face, expensive gown, while the men never noticed anything other than the cleavage the literal breath-taking corset caused. She hadn't moved from her thrown once. She only interacted with the same servant, a boy of only 16, who served her more wine every ten minutes. Regina felt more trapped than ever. Her magic was the only thing keeping her mentally stable right now, despite it corrupting her heart. The darkness was always there lurking; it took everything in her will-power to not incinerate everyone in the ball room. The night eventually came to an end; the white sun had set leaving the black, harsh night to stand in its place. Once most of the guest had bid their goodbyes, Regina stood up, rather tipsily, and made her way back to her chambers. She knew no one would miss her absence. She reached her bedroom and collapsed on the bed for a moment, taking in the events that happened over the day. No matter what she did, tomorrow could not come fast enough. She didn't bother undressing and simply laid on the bed, her feet dangling off the edge, closed her eyes and fell into a peaceful slumber; that was until she was woken by the sound of footsteps.
His footsteps.
Regina panicked. Became the 17 year old girl again who couldn't defend herself. The footsteps became louder until eventually he flung open the door and slammed it shut. Regina stood up as he approached her. She had managed to escape him the last few weeks, but she could smell the alcohol on him. He was more drunk than she was. Leopold grabbed hold of her and spun her around so her back was facing him. He began to rip off her dress as she tried to stop him.

"My King, you are clearly drunk, perhaps another night when you are sober?" She pleaded with him. But he continued to tear her dress and undo her corset until her back was bare. Regina felt nothing but anger as he mounted her. She was going to kill him in the most painful way possible, make him suffer for his actions, make him bleed and bruise so much his white skin could not repair itself. She was to learn a cloning spell in little under a month time so she could simply send her clone-self into his room to be forced against her will, but until then she had to suffer.

***

Robin lost track of time. He had missed tea and the friendly, warm sun began to set, yet he was still sat stark naked in a river washing himself. All he could think about was Regina. Anger and confusion and lust entered him. He wanted her, wanted to hold her in his arms, protect her from the dangers of the realm. He didn't understand why she was always on his mind when he had only known her a day, why he made her forget every tragic moment in his life. He hated the fact that she made him forget, but more importantly, he hated how she couldn't fully be his. Robin sat on the same rock, the harsh iciness of the river hitting his legs but Robin couldn't even feel the bitter water. Robin stayed perched on the rock until he heard a voice approaching him from behind.

"Robin?" the voice inquired. Robin knew the voice well; Little John. "Oh thank goodness, you're alive. We'd thought you'd gone haywire and ran off," he smiled, standing behind Robin, but keeping his distance.

"Sorry, I must have lost track of time," Robin chuckled as he turned around and stood up.

"Ey up Robin, you might want to get some clothes on," he laughed, shielding his eyes from Robin's body. Robin looked down and began to blush. He ran out of the river and to his clothes which he immediately donned, the fabric becoming soaked with the water as Robin didn't bother to dry off. "Ah, that's better, mate. Look, we're all sorry for what we said before. I'm sure the Queen, sorry, Regina, is lovely," he smiled.

"Thanks for the apology, Little John, she really is," Robin replied, walking over to his best friend.

"Roland's missed you these past few hours," Little John said, sheepishly.

"Oh fuck. I'm hardly father of the year. God, how am I going to make it up to him?"

"I'm sure you'll find something. Anyway, we've got Turkey for tea tonight; Will hunted it down this morning. The hunt has been quite bad lately."

"Yes I've heard. Let's make our way back to camp, the sooner I can sleep, the better. Tomorrow can't seem to come fast enough."

"Good idea, mate. Don't worry, she'll be waiting for you," Little John smiled.

"Thanks," Robin chuckled, giving Little John a manly hug. "And, thank you."

"You just said that, mate!" Little John replied, smirking.

"No, I mean thank you for giving me the opportunity to get them roses for Nora," Robin said, genuinely. Little John gave him a small smile and lightly punched Robin's shoulder, "Hey! What was that for?" He laughed

"Don't you be getting all sloppy on me now!" Little John mused. The men began to walk back to camp, exchanging thoughts on their new love interest. Nora was the binary opposite of Regina; she had short blonde hair, was extremely skinny, tall and yet was tender-hearted, not closed off and clearly had no darkness marked on her. Robin knew little of Regina compared to that of Little John and Nora, but he knew she was being trained by the Imp. He knew what she was capable of; ripping out hearts, creating fire from nowhere, and love. If she would only open up to the possibility of it. The men knew they were close to the camp as the aroma of cooked bird entered their noses, making their stomach's growl fiercely. Robin approached the logs surrounded by the camp fire and said nothing, only looked at the sorry faces the Merry Men had plastered on their faces.

The meal Tuck had cooked was delicious- the turkey cut to perfection and sprinkled lightly with a few herbs and spices. It was a shame when there wasn't enough for seconds; nevertheless, the men enjoyed what they had. Robin tucked Roland into his sleeping bag and kissed him goodnight; his child already flat out due to the adventurous day they had. Robin then ran to his own tent, the cold night biting him and jumped in his sleeping bag. The silence of the night was interrupted by owls hooting and crickets chirping, but Robin cared not. For when he opened his eyes in the morning he would see a new colour.