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I smiled as my name on his lips sent a strange sensation through me . I don’t know why, but it sounded so different coming from his mouth than it did anyone else’s . I curled myself into him, smiling softly as I laid my head on his chest as we walked .
“We’re almost there,” he murmured, kissing the top of my head .
I didn’t usually like surprises . The unsurely of if I would like whatever the person gave me, and then the anxiety of having to come up with a pleasant but not untruthful response to their gift had always turned me away from the gestures . Coming from the Huntsman, though, I didn’t mind them so much . So far, I had enjoyed all of the surprises that he had given me .
He seemed to know me better than I knew myself, seemingly knowing exactly what I was thinking, what I enjoyed, what I wanted . He knew me like he knew the woods we lived in . The thought of someone knowing me in such an intimate way should have scared me, but it didn’t . I wanted the Huntsman to know me, both inside and out, my dark side and my light .
We stopped after we crossed a very familiar-looking stream . He turned to me, taking both of my hands and giving me a gentle kiss . I felt my toes curl inside of my shoes involuntarily as I tightened my grip on his hands . When he pulled back, I smiled .
“I have a friend at your father’s castle,” he started . “And he owed me a favor . ”
I nodded, not quite understanding what that had to do with anything . Without explaining, he let go of one hand and led me to a low-hanging branch . Pushing it to the side, he pulled me through the tree’s lining into a large open space .
My mother’s clearing was lined with twinkling lights and candles, much like the clearing that Huntsman had made me at our home . There was a thick quilted blanket laid out in the middle of the ground next to a short stump . I felt wetness on my cheeks, but made no move to wipe away my tears . Out of all of the surprises and gifts that the Huntsman had given me since he took me away from my father, this had to be the best .
“How?” I asked, unable to get out more than the single word .
“Like I said, I have a friend who owed me a favor . We have two hours here . ”
“Really?” I asked, turning to him . “What if we get caught?”
He shook his head . “We won’t . Your father has had guards posted all the way around this place . He wanted to be sure you wouldn’t come back . ”
“How can we be sure that none of the other guards will tell him we were here?”
“Lara,” he took my hands in his . “You have more friends in your father’s castle than you think . They’re not going to tell your father . ”
I nodded, and followed him to the blanket . Sitting on the stump was a small box and a bowl full of assorted berries . I sat next to Huntsman, looking around as the memories flooded back to me .
“You know, this is the first place we met . ” I mused .
He laughed and shook his head . “Not for me, it wasn’t . ”
“What do you mean?”
“Two years before the late Queen Adelaide’s death, she took you on a tour of the kingdom . Everyone was talking about the King and Queen’s youngest daughter and how beautiful she was, even at such a young age . I had heard of it, and decided to see what all of the fuss was about . ”
“So, you met me then?”
He shook his head again . “Not exactly . I didn’t meet you, but I had met your mother . She thanked me for my work with the less fortunate . You were hiding behind her skirts . ”
“Why don’t I remember this?” I asked, curious . I didn’t think he was lying, but I wondered why out of all the memories I had of my mother, I didn’t remember the one involving the man who would save me .
“You had your eye on a bauble in the window across the street . It was a small gold pocket watch on a matching chain . It would have looked beautiful on you, brought out your eyes . ” He paused, a faraway look in his
I smiled as my name on his lips sent a strange sensation through me . I don’t know why, but it sounded so different coming from his mouth than it did anyone else’s . I curled myself into him, smiling softly as I laid my head on his chest as we walked .
“We’re almost there,” he murmured, kissing the top of my head .
I didn’t usually like surprises . The unsurely of if I would like whatever the person gave me, and then the anxiety of having to come up with a pleasant but not untruthful response to their gift had always turned me away from the gestures . Coming from the Huntsman, though, I didn’t mind them so much . So far, I had enjoyed all of the surprises that he had given me .
He seemed to know me better than I knew myself, seemingly knowing exactly what I was thinking, what I enjoyed, what I wanted . He knew me like he knew the woods we lived in . The thought of someone knowing me in such an intimate way should have scared me, but it didn’t . I wanted the Huntsman to know me, both inside and out, my dark side and my light .
We stopped after we crossed a very familiar-looking stream . He turned to me, taking both of my hands and giving me a gentle kiss . I felt my toes curl inside of my shoes involuntarily as I tightened my grip on his hands . When he pulled back, I smiled .
“I have a friend at your father’s castle,” he started . “And he owed me a favor . ”
I nodded, not quite understanding what that had to do with anything . Without explaining, he let go of one hand and led me to a low-hanging branch . Pushing it to the side, he pulled me through the tree’s lining into a large open space .
My mother’s clearing was lined with twinkling lights and candles, much like the clearing that Huntsman had made me at our home . There was a thick quilted blanket laid out in the middle of the ground next to a short stump . I felt wetness on my cheeks, but made no move to wipe away my tears . Out of all of the surprises and gifts that the Huntsman had given me since he took me away from my father, this had to be the best .
“How?” I asked, unable to get out more than the single word .
“Like I said, I have a friend who owed me a favor . We have two hours here . ”
“Really?” I asked, turning to him . “What if we get caught?”
He shook his head . “We won’t . Your father has had guards posted all the way around this place . He wanted to be sure you wouldn’t come back . ”
“How can we be sure that none of the other guards will tell him we were here?”
“Lara,” he took my hands in his . “You have more friends in your father’s castle than you think . They’re not going to tell your father . ”
I nodded, and followed him to the blanket . Sitting on the stump was a small box and a bowl full of assorted berries . I sat next to Huntsman, looking around as the memories flooded back to me .
“You know, this is the first place we met . ” I mused .
He laughed and shook his head . “Not for me, it wasn’t . ”
“What do you mean?”
“Two years before the late Queen Adelaide’s death, she took you on a tour of the kingdom . Everyone was talking about the King and Queen’s youngest daughter and how beautiful she was, even at such a young age . I had heard of it, and decided to see what all of the fuss was about . ”
“So, you met me then?”
He shook his head again . “Not exactly . I didn’t meet you, but I had met your mother . She thanked me for my work with the less fortunate . You were hiding behind her skirts . ”
“Why don’t I remember this?” I asked, curious . I didn’t think he was lying, but I wondered why out of all the memories I had of my mother, I didn’t remember the one involving the man who would save me .
“You had your eye on a bauble in the window across the street . It was a small gold pocket watch on a matching chain . It would have looked beautiful on you, brought out your eyes . ” He paused, a faraway look in his
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