Request: “Ravenna disguises herself as William (or as the Huntsman) to have her way with reader/you?” Chris Hemsworth is good but Sam Claflin needs love, too. I couldn’t find entire scene on YouTube so I looked up the script online. Added a minuscule bit of magical mind control, ‘cause why not?
William’s soft voice retrieved you from a pool of worried thoughts. You offered a grateful smile before lifting yourself off your perch. Your feet planted next to his, William returned the smile before starting off into the snowy wood.
“I was just walking with Snow White.”
“Do you wish to return to your tent then?”
You shook your head. “She said, ‘Up here it’s as if nothing’s changed. The world looks beautiful again.’”
“It will be. When you both return to court and she is queen. The people of this kingdom hate Ravenna with their very fiber.”
“Snow White said she only felt sorrow for Ravenna. My feelings are a little more conflicting than that.”
That caught William off guard. You pretended not to notice his nonplussed expression as you took the lead. How could your relationship with the tyrant be described? You exhaled, breath pale. “Gilded cage” might be a good start. Maybe not. He quickened his step and reappeared at your side. Like he was was afraid you would actually leave him behind.
The hushed question made you stop in your tracks.
“Not quite as… familial as that.” You decided to let William interpret that as he wished. “Ravenna mentioned what a good queen I could be. I figure she wanted me as an heir instead of Snow White.” Something was on your companion’s mind. His lips parted before he pursed them, waiting for you to resume your vague explanation. “I mean, she liked me more than her…”
That was obvious. You didn’t have to state it.
“You would make a glorious queen.” That caught you off guard. “If Snow White wasn’t in line-”
“That’s not the life for me.”
“I’m too indecisive. I can’t even read my own feelings on Ravenna.” Treason? If that’s what he’s hinting at, William is edg*ng towards dangerous territory. Overthrowing Tabor’s current monarch is difficult enough already. “To me, she was far too kind to hate.”
Your co-conspirator ceased walking. You paused as well, feeling like you two had strolled enough. Admiring the scenery for a brief moment, you decided you wanted to return to camp soon. When you turned to face William again, it was your turn to be caught off guard. Gazing into your eyes devotedly, he took a step forward.
“If I had a choice, I would take you far from here. And keep you safe by my side. But I have a duty. And so do you.”
“Can you really imagine me as a queen?” You let out a quiet laugh. “How could I even run a country?”
“The same way you led me when we were children. I followed you everywhere. Ran when you called. I would have done anything for you.”
I still would, his tone suggested.
“That’s true,” you replied. “Snow White you always quarreled with, but me…”
William had crept even closer without your notice. “We don’t need to talk about Snow White.”
“I’d rather not marry a king, anyway,” you prattled on. “I’d rather be the wife of a count or baron. Spouse to a duke is the highest amount of authority I would be able to handle.” An uncomfortable warmth flooded your face when you remembered who were conversing with. Before you could lower your gaze, William leant closer.
“Do you wish to retire to your tent?” he whispered.
As you two retreated to camp, you thought about placing your hand in his. Then decided against it. William made sure to tread carefully behind you. Being caught by the huntsman or any of the others would have been awkward.
