So, as I was trying to write this part, I realized that writing in third person is really hard. So from now on, I'm going to write from the characters' point of views. I'm really sorry, please imagine the other two chapters from Olivia's POV. At the top of each chapter, there will be a name and that is the POV of the chapter.
Lost Girl by wolflynx460 ~ Robin
During Olivia's free time after my mom had left, Olivia suggested we read a Storybook. "Great idea," I told her. "But not one about Robin Hood tonight, okay? It's just, all that talking about Roland..." Olivia put her hands on my shoulders. "You don't have to explain," she said, smiling gently. I smiled back. "Let's go to the library and see what Belle has," I suggested.
We walked downstairs to the library, opening the double doors to a beautifully decorated library. Belle always made sure the room was spotless, and that it looked marvelous twenty four seven. Maps decorated the walls, chandeliers were lit above them, and a thin, shimmering layer of gold was on practically everything. I turned at the sound of Belle's voice, "Hello, girls!" She said excitedly. "Come to read more about your father?" She asked.
"Actually, tonight we wanted to try something different," Olivia said. "Ah, alright! Looking for anything in particular?" I shrugged. "Anything, really..." I began to say. Olivia cut me off, "Someone adventurous!" She said excitedly. Belle chuckled, leading Olivia and I towards a section in the library. "Nearly everyone who is anyone in these books is adventurous," she commented. "But those who aren't adventurous are usually cowards."
"You've read all of these, right?" I asked Belle. She nodded, "Who would I be if I hadn't?" "Who, in your opinion, is the most adventurous?" I asked. She quickly turned. I couldn't see her face, but she seemed slightly nervous. "Umm..." She stammered.
"Peter Pan was quite the adventurer," a voice spoke behind us. There, Rumplestiltskin leaned against the book case, holding a few books. Belle pushed in front of Olivia and I. "I don't think that they're ready..." "Not ready for what, dearie? These two girls hold the future of Storybrook in their hands, since they're our future rulers. They should read all of these books before becoming the most powerful women in the world." Belle hesitated, and Rumple walked past her to Olivia.
"It's completely your choice, you don't have to read about him, but I believe..." Olivia's head snapped up as he said those words. "You what?" She asked. He smiled. "I believe that you'll find Peter's story..." he bowed, holding the books out to her. "...interesting." He said, looking up and revealing a mischievous smile. Olivia's hands slowly moved towards the books, before I pulled her hand away.
"What's your price?" I asked. My mom had taught me a lot, especially about Rumple. He was constantly manipulating people through deals, practically sending them to their doom with each deal. Rumple cocked his head to look at me, shaking his head, "No price," he said. "This one is on the house." He looked back at Olivia. She eagerly took the books. "Thank you, Rumple," she said cheerfully. "Thank you Belle!" She called over her shoulder on our way out.
Back at her room, I looked at the books hesitantly. "I don't trust him," I said. Olivia looked at me. "You sound like my mother!" She laughed. "Rumple's powers are dampened. There's no way he could do anything to us or this book." When she saw that I was still unconvinced, she frowned. "You need to lighten up, Robin," she said. "Rumple's harmless." Olivia's voice echoed in my head as she opened the first book. "Chapter One..."
After hours of reading, there was a knock on the door and Emma came in. She glared at me. "Robin," she said smoothly. I guess she still wasn't over my excuse from earlier. "Dinner is about to be served. Come, Olivia." As she turned, Olivia chimed, "Can Robin come?" I smiled. I had never been allowed to eat dinner with the royal court before! Emma turned towards us and smiled. "Why, of course! What a wonderful idea," Emma replied less than half-heartedly. "In fact, go invite Zelena as well. I'm sure she doesn't have anything else planned?" She swiftly walked off.
Olivia and I made our way to the room that I shared with my mom. "I don't think your mom likes me," I told Olivia. She looked at me. "Why wouldn't she? You're my best friend." I smiled. Olivia, the princess of Storybrook, calling me her best friend wasn't new, but whenever she called me her best firned I couldn't help but smile uncontrollably. First, it's not everyday that a princess calls you her best friend and means it, and second, I don't have many friends. To be able to call Olivia my best friend fills the emptiness I constantly feel.
I opened the door to see my mom stitching a dress. She turned. "Oh, Robin! Olivia! What a lovely surprise. Are you off to dinner, Olivia?" She asked. "Actually, I was wondering if you and Robin would like to join us tonight," Olivia replied. My mom was obviously surprised. "Me? Really?" She stuttered. "Oh, uh, why of course! Yes! Wonderful, let's go then!" I smiled and she put her arm around me excitedly as we followed Olivia to the dining room. I'd been in here before, but that was when I set the table as a child. I was never allowed to eat in here, nevertheless eat with the royal court.
When we arrived, the royal court was already seated. There were two seats and one seat on opposite sides of the middle of the table open. Regina and Tink sat on either side of the one seat, and Emma and Killian flanked the pair of seats closest to us. "Hi girls! You two can sit here. Zelena, you can sit over there." Zelena looked nervous, walking over to the chair past the king and queen. I sat with Olivia, next to Emma. Emma smiled at me, almost too generously.
The food was served and everyone got their food, then started to eat. I have to admit, this food was ten times better than I had imagined it would be. It was a lot better than the slop my mom had tried to pass as food. The talking was kept to a minimum, although Tinkerbell and Archie were chatterboxes, constantly talking to each other about the smallest things.
Emma wiped her face with a napkin and turned to me. "So, Robin, what are you up to these days?" She asked me. At that moment, I had a roll stuffed in my face. I quickly chewed and swallowed it, almost choking when I tried replying. "Oh, not much! You know, the..." I realized I was talking very casually. This was the royal court! I had to step up my game a bit. I cleared my throat. "Outside of my studies, I've been taking a large interest in art. I've been designing clothing, sketching, painting... doing a lot of non-school-related art projects. It's very relaxing."
"So, you're not studying magic?" Killian asked. I gulped. "Uh, well, part of my study plan is an hour of magic lessons five days a week, but outside of that, no. I don't really focus much on magic," I said. I could see my mother starting to lift her head from eating very slowly, sharing a glance with me. "That's interesting, considering your family's background," he commented. "Or, well, your mother's side." I started to feel uncomfortable and took a drink of water.
"Zelena, I would have expected you to get Robin on a path for a magic career, since you were always so involved in magic," Tinkerbell added. "Yes, me too. You know, considering your past?" Violet said. "You've always relied on magic so heavily in your life, I just figured you would have raised Robin to rely on it, too." My mom started to raise her head more. "Well, I respect my daughter's wishes..." She began.
"But wouldn't you want her to follow in your footsteps?" Emma asked. Olivia and Henry shared a nervous glance. "I don't think this is really an important topic for the dinner table, right?" He asked, chuckling to lighten the mood. Regina looked as Killian, "Robin's father's side of the family was involved with some magic, I believe." Killian glared back. "Maybe, but not as much as Zelena's side." "You mean, my side as well, right?" Regina asked. Things were getting hostile, and fast.
Archie spoke up, "I don't think we really need to be comparing each side of their family, a family is a family and that's that." Olivia nodded. "Archie's right! We shouldn't feel the need to compare Robin's mother and father's pasts," she said. "I'm just having trouble understanding," Emma said. "Why don't you want to learn more about magic?" She asked me.
"I, uh.." I stammered. "Well, I just don't want to end up like..." I stopped mid-sentence. My mom was looking at me. I could see tears forming in her eyes. Olivia stood up. "I think I'm full, how about you, Robin? We have a lot of studying to do... And Zelena, I do need to check in with you on the dresses. We must make sure they fit, right?" Olivia asked. My mom and I stood up simultaneously. "May we be excused?" Olivia asked politely, but firmly.
Emma grabbed me and pulled me down. "This conversation isn't over," she said. "Sit down, Olivia Swan-Jones!" She ordered. Oliva grabbed me and pulled me away. "No, this conversation is over, and it should have never been started," she argued. Snow White finally stood, after minutes of not saying a word, "You're excused, ladies. Go on." Emma stood, completely outraged. "I think we..."
"I think we need to go over better topics at dinner! Especially when our lovely Zelena and her beautiful daughter, Robin, join us," Snow said. "They don't have dinner with us often, so we should take advantage of this time together in a positive way." Olivia whisked my mom and I away, out of the dining room, and tears were in all of our eyes. This dinner was obviously not supposed to be friendly.