Chapter 8: Plan Initiation
A/N: All I can say is sorry. I was meant to post last week but life got in the way. I made this chapter a little longer so I hope that makes up for it.
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"Alright men! We'll set up camp here as out rendezvous point!" Robin announces to the Merry Men. They all then dismount their horses before going through the process of putting up the tents and starting a fire.
Once they've set up the main tent that will serve as an armoury and final planning station, the thief then helps in unloading the few chests from the carts. When their placed near the makeshift armoury, he inspects them to make sure the few weapons they brought haven't been damaged, even though he's sure they're in almost perfect condition. Robin's suspicions are confirmed upon opening each lid.
Satisfied he goes in search of Wilma as he wants to check on her and give her a hand if she needs one – and from what little he knows about her, she probably will.
It doesn't take too long for the thief to find the woman and he suppresses a chuckle upon the sight of her. She's currently crouched on the ground, wrestling with the canvas of the would-be-tent which seems to have managed to have gotten the sticks caught up within it. The brunette continues to struggle for a moment longer before standing up abruptly as she throws the materials to the ground, letting out a frustrated sigh. Robin allows himself a quiet chuckle – because in his opinion she looks nothing but adorable – then deciding to make his presence known he asks, "Need some help?"
Wilma turns to face him and he immediately notices the annoyance swirling within her brown eyes. "I wouldn't need any help if this thing wouldn't fall down all the bloody time!" she snaps as she kicks the canvas at her feet.
The thief can't help the smirk that forms on his lips. "Yes, that does make it rather difficult." he agrees. "So, do you want some help?"
"No." Wilma quickly states, "I don't want or need any help from a thief such as yourself." And with that she turns back around, crouching on the ground as her hands go back to disentangling the sticks from the canvas.
"Alright, suit yourself." Robin concedes as he backs away from the clearly pissed off woman with his hands held up. However, he doesn't go far, instead he decides to watch her from a short distance as he waits for the inevitable to happen.
To her credit the brunette manages to stake two sticks into the ground and seemingly quite firmly, but she forgets to tie the third to each pole. So of course, as soon as the woman struggles to get the canvas over the two wooden poles, the material sags in the middle before proving to be too heavy for the two sticks to hold and causes the structure to collapse in on itself.
The thief struggles to contain his laughter as the brown-eyed woman lets out a groan and her head falls into her hands. "Damn! You almost had it too!" he says, moving back to the spot where he was standing previously.
Wilma glares over her shoulder at him in response and he can't help the chuckle that escapes his lips. "Oh, so this is funny to you is it?" she asks indignantly, gesturing to the pile of canvas and sticks in front of her.
"Incredibly." Robin replies, smirking when her feels her hand slap against his arm.
"You shouldn't find a woman struggling with a tent amusing." the brunette snaps through he can hear the slight amusement in her tone.
"Well, I did offer my services," he states, turning to fully face her and bringing up his hand to show two fingers, "twice."
Wilma rolls her eyes before crouching back down. "Well, maybe putting up a tent isn't as simple as I originally thought." she admits as she picks up a stick and yet again stakes it into the ground, but the thief makes no move to help her. Once the brunette has the second wooden pole in the dirt she faces him and asks, "Are you just going to stand there?"
He shrugs, replying, "You did claim you didn't want or need any help from a thief such as myself." Her face immediately scrunches into one of annoyance causing him to chuckle. The brown-eyed woman then stands up to face him and at any other time the outlaw may have found it intimidating, but now he finds it rather comical, especially considering the current situation. So, he merely crosses his arms over his chest and raises an eyebrow waiting for what she'll say next.
"How am I supposed to know that a thief who borrows what he needs can actually manage to set up a tent?" she questions harshly.
"Just because I'm a thief doesn't mean I don't know how to make a living in the forest." Robin quips.
"Well, that's certainly a surprise." the brunette remarks as she takes a small step forward.
He simply mimics her movement, their bodies now flush against each other as he holds her fiery gaze. "I'd thought such a lifestyle wouldn't seem so strange to a miller's daughter." the blue-eyed man responds. For a moment neither say anything, just continue to stare at one another, however he notices how her gaze has started to soften so he adds, "Being a thief doesn't mean I'm incapable of doing simple things, milady."
Robin then notices a flicker of something her can't quite place within her brown orbs, before she averts her gaze. After a few seconds pass the woman brings her still fiery gaze back to meet his blue eyes, almost taking his breath away. "I suppose we'll just have to see, won't we?" Wilma challenges, quirking an eyebrow in the process.
The thief matches the gesture as he responds with a question of his own, "What exactly is it that you're suggesting?"
Wilma sighs and he can tell her patience is thinning, but even then, for some unknown reason Robin actually wants to hear her say it, to hear her admit that she needs help. So, he doesn't cave due to her unrelenting glare, but patiently waits for her answer to his question. "Okay, maybe I do need some help." the brunette finally admits and the outlaw can't help the smirk that forms on his lips.
"I see." he says, deciding to draw this out a little longer. "But what is it that you're asking of me exactly?"
The brown-eyed woman's sudden dumbfounded expression is priceless. "Well I'm asking for help, aren't I?" she questions, pure confusion evident in her tone.
"Not exactly." Robin replies with a small chuckle.
Wilma huffs in what he assumes is annoyance as she lowers her gaze to where their feet stand. Then she mutters something so quietly he has to ask her to repeat it. "I said," she utters, levelling her eyes to his, "could you help me to put up my tent?"
A grin breaks out onto the blue-eyed man's lips, as he feels slightly smug with himself. "Are you sure?" he quips, unable to help it, "I am a thief after all and you seem pretty determined to do it yourself."
The brunette gives an eyeroll at his comment, causing him to chuckle. "Unfortunately, I've been given no other option." she replies and Robin lets out a throaty guffaw.
After a moment he walks past her and makes his way over to the heap on the ground. The thief then crouches down, picking up the same sticks she's been staking into the ground. When he notices the woman isn't near him, the blue-eyed man turns around only to find that she has done a rotation and is now watching him. "You know, I thought I was meant to be helping rather than doing all the work." Robin states.
Wilma's eyes widen slightly, before she makes her way over. "Right…sorry." she mutters as she crouches next to him.
The outlaw gives the woman a small smile, letting her know it's okay. She returns it and soon enough he's explaining the proper process of staking the sticks securely in the ground, before placing and tying a third on top of the other two. After telling her to check the secureness of the structure he then helps her to drag the canvas over the wooden poles. Robin notices how the brunette holds her breath, waiting for it to collapse and the relived exhale she releases when it holds. He chuckles, patting her on the shoulder and then directs her attention to pegging the material into the ground. Robin guides her hands, helping her to place the peg in position before hammering it in place.
"Well," he says as he stands up, the last peg securely in place, "it's not half bad."
"Not half bad?" he hears the woman next to him exclaim, causing him to look at her. Wilma's expression is one of pure incredulity and if he wasn't enjoying pulling her leg so much he might've laughed.
Instead Robin simply shrugs his shoulders. "Yeah, I mean considering the fact that this was your first time putting up a tent successfully."
"Who says I've never put up a tent before?" the brown-eyed woman questions. The thief drops his head and raises an eyebrow at her, silently asking really? She holds his gaze, but he doesn't let up. It doesn't take her long to drop her gaze and he knows she's caved when she admits, "Alright fine. I've never put up a tent." Robin chuckles at her stubbornness, unable to help it. He stops when Wilma slaps his arm - rather harshly he might add. "Just because I've admitted it doesn't mean you have the right to laugh about it." she snaps.
The thief gives a mock bow. "Forgive me, milady," he apologizes, lifting his gaze to hers with a smirk on his lips, "but it is rather amusing considering a miller's daughter does not know how to provide a basic shelter."
The woman glares at him. "Mock me all you want," she taunts as she stands back up, "but mark my words thief, you shall regret doing so."
A throaty guffaw leaves his lips and he hears her join in. Once their laughter dies Robin grins at her and she smiles back. "Come on," he says offering his arm, "I'm sure John would've prepared something for us to eat by now."
"I hope so," Wilma replies, taking his arm, "I'm absolutely starved."
He chuckles again, leading her to where they've set up the fire, all the while the pair continue their back and forth with each other.
Regina didn't feel like much for supper, after all she had lunch quite late considering how no one stopped for a bite to eat until the makeshift tents were set up and a simple fire was started, meaning the sun was well past its midpoint by the time Little John had something prepared. However, she did have something due to Robin's unrelenting insistence.
Now the brunette is sitting against a tree in a quiet corner she managed to find within the camp. She takes advantage of being alone, uses the time to finalize her plan. As soon as the Merry Men have departed for the manor she'll leave in the direction of the village Snow is said to be near. Due to its whereabouts not being far, the disguised queen should reach her desired destination in only a few short hours. Then she'll locate the little brat and once she's made sure that the girl is alone, she'll lure her in before wringing her royal neck with her bare hands. And as soon as the deed is done, Regina will come back here with plenty of time to act as a proper lookout for Robin and his men. It's a simple in and out scenario.
And it's perfect.
The brunette grins at the fact that by this time tomorrow she'll finally have her revenge. All she has to do now is wait patiently for the Merry Men to put their heist into motion.
Soon, she tells herself, soon I'll have the happy ending I've always wanted.
Happy ending. The words echo in her ears as the image of crystal blue eyes and a lion tattoo flashes across her mind's eye. Regina again wonders if this is indeed the path she should be taking, after all what would happen after she killed Snow? What would she actually do with her life?
The brown-eyed woman knows the castle will be waiting for her, as once the princess is dead she'll be the sole ruler of the kingdom. And when she returns she'll prove to the people just how much of a kind and caring ruler she can be.
But would the love of the people be enough? Would she find happiness within the cold and lonely walls of her castle?
Regina's thoughts drift to the last few days she's spent with the Merry Men. In only a matter of days she's smiled and laughed – really laughed – more than what she has in years. With them she's felt the closest to truly being alive for the first time since Daniel died. To truly being happy. Could she really leave that behind now that she's had a taste of it?
And what about Robin? Could she leave the man who has unknowingly left a mark on her heart? Could she run away from the man with the lion tattoo a second time?
The brunette shakes her head. She'll think about this later, right now she has to focus on her plan. Snow's death is the only thing that matters.
Suddenly she hears a snap causing her to swiftly turn her head in the direction of the noise. The brown-eyed woman relaxes upon discovering Robin to be the source of the noise.
"So, this is where you've been hiding." the thief states as he comes to stand beside her.
"Well, it is rather hard for a woman to find some sort of peace and quiet around these parts." Regina replies with a grin, looking up at him before patting her hand on the ground beside her, inviting him to sit.
"Is that so?" Robin asks as he takes the offered seat. "And why might that be exactly?"
The brunette shrugs. "Simply because your men prove to be very merry." she replies with a chuckle. The thief soon follows, managing a point taken before they fall into a comfortable silence.
"What were you thinking about?"
The softly uttered question takes her completely off guard, rendering her speechless as she turns to face him only to find his pools of blue already trained on her face. Suddenly Regina feels incredibly out of her comfort zone and turns her head away in order to from an answer that wouldn't give away her plans.
After a moment of fiddling with her fingers she responds, "Honestly? I'm still trying to determine which path to take." It isn't a complete lie, in fact it's mostly the truth.
"I see." Robin murmurs as he nods his head.
A silence again forms between them but Regina knows that her answer isn't enough for the man beside her.
Her suspicion is proved when he turns to face her fully, gaining her attention as he questions, "May I ask you something?"
"Yes, of course." the brunette replies, shifting her own position to fully face the blue-eyed man as she grabs his hands in her own.
"What is it that you really want? What is it that will truly make you happy?"
Regina's breath catches as his gaze bores into hers and is stunned into silence. No one has ever asked her that before. No one has bothered to ask her what she wants. So yes, she's more than a little taken back. But when she manages to find her voice, it comes out in a whisper as she averts her gaze, "I'm not sure."
The brown-eyed woman then feels him hook a finger under her chin, forcing her to look at him. "What does your heart tell you?" he asks softly and for a moment Regina just continues to stare at him dumbfounded.
What does her heart want? She stopped listening to it years ago to know the answer to that question. But then something dawns on her. "Why do you want to know?" the brunette questions, her voice taking on a reserved tone.
The thief must notice her change in attitude as he removes his hand from her face and puts some more distance between them. "I only asked because I simply want to see you happy." he says. Regina can't help the scoff that escapes her lips but regrets it immediately upon seeing the hurt look on his face. "Explain to me why you find that so hard to believe." he snaps, and the hurt lacing his tone stabs at her heart.
The disguised queen again lowers her gaze to her hands, debating just exactly how much she should tell him. The whole truth is out of the question as she just knows if the thief and his men found out they've been harbouring the Queen this whole time; all hell would break lose. No, she can't do that. She can't put herself in that kind of situation, let alone the Merry Men.
But she especially cannot do that to Robin. He deserves better than that.
So, taking a deep breath she locks her brown orbs onto his blue ones. And in that moment she decides to tell him at least some of the truth from her past, after all he has told her that he'd be willing to lend an ear. It's also the least she can do seeing as he told her a part of his past that is still clearly painful.
"For my whole life everyone claimed they wanted me to be happy." Regina starts, letting her eyes bore into his blue depths, "They claimed they knew what I needed to be happy." She pauses, memories of Cora and Leopold coming to the forefront of her mind. "But no one ever asked what it was that I thought I needed to make me happy." the brunette reveals. She swallows thickly, trying to ignore the sudden lump in her throat, and is grateful that Robin stays silent beside her. "I did try once," she admits whilst continuing to keep their gazes locked, "to form my own happy ending, to choose my own path instead of it being chosen for me. However, it proved to be foolish." The brown-eyed woman sighs before continuing, "I had fallen in love with a boy who worked in the stables nearby. His name was Daniel." she smiles sadly at the memory of her beloved fiancé, "We wanted to spend our lives together, start a family. But my mother wasn't so fond of the idea." The reminiscent smile that graced her lips is now replaced with a frown as she turns her head away. "She had already agreed to give my hand in marriage to a man who had been looking for a new wife and a mother to his daughter. When I found out I was distraught, so I ran to Daniel and in my desperation I asked him to run away and to elope with me." Regina pauses, subconsciously going to grab the chain that holds her engagement ring around her neck, only to find it bare. She clears her throat, focusing on a spot ahead of her and forces herself to continue, "He agreed after making sure that it was what I wanted – he's been the only one to do so. Then we planned to run away together." The disguised queen takes another moment to pause, thinking of a way to alter the ending so as to not reveal Cora's identity. When she has it, she inhales deeply before speaking, "We managed to sneak out, though we never made it to the main road. Somehow my mother had found out and had told the man who wanted my hand. He stopped us. We fought as much as we could, but it was all in vain." Even though it's an altered truth, Regina still finds the story rather hard to tell, so she takes a moment to compose herself, but even then her voice only manages to come out in a whisper as she reveals, "He killed him. In cold blood. He killed him and I was forced to watch the light fade from his eyes."
Suddenly she feels two strong arms wrap around her and bring her to what she assumes to be a chest, however she isn't completely aware of her surroundings as she becomes lost within memories of the past. Then it all becomes too much and she lets go without fully realising it. All Regina knows is that one minute she's managing to hold herself together, and the next tears are streaming down her cheeks and sobs are escaping her lips.
"That's it, let it out." she hears someone murmur against her ear. The voice is calming and helps to soothe her.
As she slowly comes back to her senses, Regina realises it's Robin's arms that are wrapped around her and it's his voice that's soothing her. The brown-eyed woman doesn't know if it's out of instinct or need for comfort, but she partially moves herself onto his lap and snuggles closer to his chest as tears continue to fall from her eyes. He responds immediately by bringing her fully onto his lap and securing his arms tighter around her.
She stays like that for a while, merely wrapped in his arms as he whispers soothing words in her ear. The brunette takes in all the comfort he can give her, lets it wash over her.
Once her sobbing has stopped and her breathing has returned to normal she continues to rest her head against his chest, even goes far enough to snuggle further into his embrace, not willing to let go just yet. The brown-eyed woman gathers Robin doesn't either as his firm but gentle grip remains. The scent of forest and something she determines to be uniquely him consumes her. Who knew forest could smell so nice? Regina muses to herself with a smile before sighing contentedly. She feels safe within his arms she realises, but the revelation doesn't shock her as it should. Instead the brunette shifts her position in order to wrap her arms around his torso, enabling herself to get closer to him. He responds by pulling her impossibly closer to his chest and presses a tender kiss against her temple.
Regina closes her eyes at the contact and in that instant, she knows what she wants. And for the first time in about a decade, the brown-eyed woman ignores the voices in her head and listens to the one in her heart. The one that tells her that she can't leave these men who've managed to see past the walls around her heart behind.
The one that tells her she can't leave Robin behind. Not a second time.
So, the disguised queen decides that once Snow is dead, not only will she come back here and wait for the Merry Men to return but somehow she'll find a way to stay with them. She'll find a way to have both endings.
Yes, it'll be messy, but it'll be worth it.
The silence continues as the pair remain wrapped up in each other. It's broken after what feels like hours when the thief murmurs against her ear, "You want to go back to camp?"
"Not yet." she replies softly, her arms squeezing him softly. "I'd like to stay here a moment longer. I mean if that's alright." the brunette adds as she lifts her head to look at him.
He chuckles softly. "Of course, it is." he tells her as he brushes a loose strand of hair behind her ear before cupping her cheek. "Take as long as you need."
Regina subconsciously leans into his touch, revelling in the emotions she feels coming to the surface. After a moment he moves to stand, so she stops him. "Wait." she says, placing her hand on his shoulder, "Stay with me?"
Robin smiles. "I would love to." he murmurs before relaxing back against the tree and allowing her to resettle against his chest.
They fall back into a comfortable silence, the only sounds to be heard being the rustling of leaves and the soft tweets of birds passing by overhead.
"Thank you." the brunette whispers after a few moments have passed.
"Whatever for milady?" she hears him ask.
Regina lifts her head from its place against his shoulder to meet his gaze. "For everything." she replies simply.
Robin smiles again at her, "Anytime Wilma." He then brushes a few loose strands from her face as he adds, "And I'm sorry about your fiancé. I can't believe one single man would go to such lengths."
"Thank you." the brown-eyed woman responds. She then lowers her head muttering, "But you'd be surprised to know what a man is capable of when he has the right motivation."
She feels him hook a finger under her chin, forcing her to look at him. "That may be." the thief agrees, "However, that didn't give him the right to have your fiancé murdered in cold blood."
As she continues to gaze into his pools of blue, Regina feels the familiar burn behind her eyes. Nodding she murmurs, "I know." before swallowing thickly in an attempt to keep her emotions at bay.
The blue-eyed man gives her a sad smile, but it's quickly replaced by a frown. "So, your husband…do you-"
"My husband is dead." the brunette cuts in and she almost cringes at the coldness of her tone.
"I see." Robin nods and she doesn't fail to notice how his eyes break contact from hers for a moment. However, it's only a moment and his blue gaze is back on her brown one as he asks, "And the daughter?"
Now Regina is the one who is averting her gaze. Should she lie? Well, I certainly can't tell him the truth now can I? she tells herself, but still the thought of lying to the man doesn't sit well with her. So, the brunette again decides to tell an altered version of the truth. "She ran away from home soon after her father died." the disguised queen says, proud that she manages to keep her voice an even tone. "I haven't seen her for quite some time now."
The thief seems to accept her answer as she hears him hum in response. "So, what's this plan you've been sticking to for years?" She looks up at his question, confused. He must notice her confusion as he says, "I just simply meant that it doesn't seem like you have much to go back to."
"No, I don't." Regina agrees with a humourless chuckle.
"Then stay."
The brunette's eyes widen and she's rendered speechless, but she quickly manages to find her voice. "What so you mean?" she asks as her brain struggles to work out exactly what it is that he's implying.
"I meant exactly what I said." Robin replies, his eyes boring deeply into hers. "Stay here with us."
Regina's breath catches at the intensity of his gaze. Could it really be that simple? "You'd really allow me to stay?" she questions.
"Of course," he replies, "you're more than welcome to stay." Unable to help it she smiles at his words. "Besides," the outlaw adds, "the rest of the men have taken quite a shine to you."
"Oh really? And what about yourself?" the brown-eyed woman returns, raising an eyebrow.
Robin bites into his lower lip before clearing his throat. "I personally enjoy your company very much, milady." he says, his gaze never leaving hers.
"Good," Regina responds, "because I'm planning to hang around a little longer."
The smile that forms on his lips makes her heart flutter. "I'm very pleased to hear that."
She simply hums before again lowering her head to rest on his shoulder.
Maybe fate isn't so cruel after all.
The pair had continued to rest against the tree, wrapped in each other's arms as they talked about anything and everything until the sun above their heads began to set.
Then they made their way back to camp much like they did the night before; hand in hand and enveloped in a comfortable silence. Upon reaching the centre of camp, Robin had placed a soft kiss to her knuckles before Regina had reluctantly let go of the thief's hand so that they could go their separate ways.
The brown-eyed woman had then joined the others who were sat around the warmth of the fire as they shared more jokes and stories of their past adventures as outlaws.
Before long they had all retired and made their way to their respective tents in order to rise early the next morning.
As the brown-eyed woman waited for sleep to claim her, she went over her plan for the next day, making sure it was perfect so as to avoid any mistakes. Her revenge was now close at hand.
Regina doesn't know how long it took for her to fall asleep, all she knows is that the camp is in chaos once she wakes up if the shouts she hears from the Merry Men are any indication. So, deciding she should get a move on she exits through the tent's flaps.
Chaos indeed. the brown-eye woman thinks to herself as she watches the men move left, right and centre to gather the last-minute tools, weapons and supplies they haven't already packed for the heist.
"Ah, Wilma."
The disguised queen turns at the sound of her alias being called to find Little John walking towards her. "I'm glad you're up," he says, "we'll be ready to leave within the next few minutes." The brunette simply nods, trying to hide her delight at their departure being so soon. "I trust Robin gave you a rundown of the plan?" the bear-like man goes onto ask.
"Yes, he did." Regina replies as she brings her focus back to the here and now.
"Good." The man nods before placing a hand on her shoulder in a friendly gesture, "Be careful."
She smiles as she can't help but comment, "What kind of trouble could I possibly get into?"
John chuckles, murmuring a true as he moves past her and heads in the direction of the horses.
For a moment Regina remains where she stands, not sure if the men need any help. Thankfully, Will comes to her rescue, telling her to sit on one of the logs while they make the last of the preparations. So, she does and after about a minute Robin is making his way towards her.
"Good morning." she greets, a grin overtaking her lips.
"Good morning indeed." he replies as he returns her smile and crouches in front of her. "Now, I apologize for the lack of breakfast, however there is plenty of food that you'll find stored in one of the chests."
"Right." the brunette nods, making a mental note to pack some food for the road.
"And you're alright with the plan?" the thief asks, gently taking one of her hands in his.
She nods again, "I know what I'm doing."
"Alright, but I still want you to have this." Robin tells her, revealing a dagger that was sheeted at his belt.
Regina can't help but eye the weapon skeptically. "You're arming me?" she questions.
"I pray you won't need it," the outlaw replies, "but just in case a black knight makes his way here, I want you to be prepared."
He then places the dagger within the palm of the hand he had been holding. The disguised queen grins internally as she realises that killing Snow White just became oh so much easier. So, she simply nods and utters a small thank you.
The blue-eyed man then grabs her other hand to place a soft kiss to her knuckles. "Take care of yourself, milady."
"I will." the brown-eyed woman responds.
Robin nods before standing and then making his way over to where the Merry Men have gathered. "Alright men," she hears him bellow, "we're just about ready to move out. But before we do, are there any last-minute questions or parts of the plan that need going over?" When no one moves to raise their hand he says, "Then let's go to work."
Shouts and cheers can be heard from the Merry Men before they mount their horses. Regina doesn't know what compels her to do it but just as Robin throws his leg over his gelding she makes her way over to him. The brunette places a hand on his thigh, catching his attention. "Be safe." she tells him, her brown orbs gazing into the depths his blue ones.
The outlaw smiles softly as he nods in response, "I will."
And with that she steps back from the horse, allowing him to go on his way. The brunette watches as the Merry Men disperse from the camp, silently praying that they won't run into any devastating encounters.
As soon as the group is out of her sight, Regina's attention returns to her plan – now is the time.
Once the disguised queen turns around she notices a couple of the horses have been left behind. Deciding riding would be a lot faster than walking – especially considering her still healing thigh – she tucks the dagger into her boot and makes her way over to the geldings, grabbing some supplies and the necessary tack required for her journey as she goes.
The brunette gears up one of the horses in no time. She makes sure her other provisions are tied securely to the saddle before leading the mare over to the logs at the now-dead fire, deciding it will enable mounting to be a lot easier in her condition. So, the brown-eyed woman carefully steps up and gets the horse into a good position. She then places her left leg in the stirrup before carefully swinging the injured one over the back of the horse. Once she's in a comfortable position, she digs her heels into the mare's side, urging her forward and in the direction where she knows she'll find the insipid brat.
Ready or not Snow…here I come…
A/N: It seems like Robin and Regina are getting closer. Do you think Regina will stick to her decision? And if so, which one? Feel free to let me know what you think either in a review or DM me on here.
The next update may not be until about 2-3 weeks time, but I don't know. I will try not to make you wait as long as I did for this one but I can't promise!
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