Snow White bounced up and down on her (stolen) dark stallion. Like always, the Evil Queens incompetent black knights chased her through the woods. She always knew where she was going, even if it's as dark a night as this one, which isn't hard to believe, considering she was raised there. She ducked and turned and escaped by the skin of her teeth once more, though the Evil Queen will have to employ more knights; none of her current ones can catch her. Once she was sure the knights have given up and ridden back to tell the queen the unfortunate news, she slowed down and stopped.

She had been through these woods thousands of times over and never once encountered this quaint farm. A few sheep were in a fenced off area, but the fences were worn down and almost to the point of breaking. She scurried off to the barn with her horse trotting beside her. She took her around the back to hide her, and jumped through the window. A large pile of hay sat in the corner, and the barn was clean, possibly new. She grabbed a handful, tossed it out the window to the horse out back, and plopped herself down.

Snow woke up suddenly. She's never had a sleep like that in years. She stood up, shaking a bit. A sudden jolt of pain sprang up her leg. She pulled away the torn cloth to reveal a patch of frostbite covering almost all of her leg. Maybe it was colder than she thought it was. She sighed, pulling pieces of straw out of her hair.

She limped to an opening in the wood of the barn to find what must be the owners of the farm. A tall, muscled man and a short-grey haired woman had a cart full of wheat and crops, and a bag with some other goods. They trotted off somewhere, though the next village was one mile south, the direction they were headed. She caught herself staring at the man. He looked to be around his early twenties, with long blonde hair and a nicely built body.

As soon as they were out of sight, she sprinted as fast as she could to the cottage, hopping through another window. A freshly baked piece of bread lay on a small table in the centre of the room, along with a bowl of apples, a chunk of goat cheese, and a carrot. She took a giant bite out of a perfect, full apple and smothered the warm cheese onto a piece of bread. The bread didn't taste very good, but it would suffice. She still longed for something more to eat, but this would have to do. She walked up the stairs to find a green ring on a dresser, along with other minor trinkets, though still worth a hefty amount of copper. She swept it all into her tiny bag and went outside.

She found her horse and rode it to the troll bridge, which wasn't very far away, about an hours ride, to sell the jewelry. She returned and went inside for a snack.

Once finish3 and back outside, she looked over the farm once more. There was hill with wildflowers growing on top to the south, a barn and chicken coop to the west, and a small shed and a measly field of crops to the east. Today, the shepherd must've let the sheep roam, because they were spread out in front of the house. A small little lamb trotted up to her and butted his little head against her leg. She knelt down to pet it and heard a cart of sorts in the distance. Frightened, she bolted to the chicken coop, as that was the closest to the house, and sat in the corner away from the chickens.

Someone burst into the chicken coop pointing a pitchfork at her face. She removed her hood and the man looked confused.

"You're a girl?" He exclaimed. She grinned at him slyly, looking for something, anything, to hit him with, when her hands grasped a rock.

"Woman," she corrected, and hit him right across the face, leaving a small gash that trickled blood as she climbed out the window and to her horse. She grinned at him and rode back to the forest.

"I will always find you!" She heard him cry. She heard galloping behind her, and was soon taken off her horse, right into a trap, where she flew up and hung in a net. She thrashed around angrily.

"Aren't we lucky we've had this problem before? I told you, I will always find you," he said proudly. "No matter what you do, I will always find you." His face was definitely going to scar. The cut bled down his shirt.

"Is this the only way you can catch a woman? By entrapping her?" She asked a sarcastically as she could.

"It's the only way to catch thieving and homeless scum."

"Aren't you a real charming shepherd," She muttered angrily.

"I have a name you know."

"Don't care. Charming suits you," She spat. He became amused at her growing anger. "Now cut me down. Charming."

"I'll release you, when you return the jewels you stole from my mother."

"Not the jewelry type," She said. Now he was the one who was growing angry, which gave her much joy.

"I noticed." He smirked, and all she ever wanted to in that moment was to slap the smirk right off his charming face.

"What is that supposed to mean, are you insulting me? You sure aren't a jewelry type either." She stared at his icy blue eyes through the ropes, and growled a bit.

"Quite right, my apologies, how dare I catch aspersions with the person who robbed me. Where are my jewels?" His face grew cold and hard, which sent shivers up her spine.

"I sold them," She smiled, and she couldn't be any more proud of that decision. He looked dumbfounded and a little stressed."

"What?"

"What do you care, it looks like your farm is doing great without those jewels, and I've heard that this farm, though rather small, is the richest in this kingdom." She stated resourcefully.

"First, how would you know that, second, among those jewels was a ring, the only jewelry my mother actually treasured, one that was supposed to be passed down to me to give to someone deserving. For proposal."

"Who's the unlucky lady?" She retorted.

"Nobody yet, but when I find her..." he trailed off.

"I know how life works. True Love? It doesn't exist. It's all arranged marriages and business transactions. Even with shepherds, it doesn't exist." She laughed. "There's no such thing as love at first sight or first kiss." She can tell he has had enough of her incessant bickering.

"Now this is what's going to happen." She peered down at him through a large hole in the rope somewhat mockingly. "I'm going to cut you down and you will take me to whoever has my jewels, and then you're going to get my ring back."

"Why would I do that?" She asked. She was about to burst out laughing at how pathetic this is. How pathetic he is.

"Because you don't want me to tell anyone who you really are." he said ruefully . He had nothing on her, he had no idea who she was. He pulled out a sheet of paper and unfolded it, revealing her face and the crimes she has committed against the queen.

"Snow White." He said. Her face dropped. "Help me get my ring back or I turn you in to the queen's forces. And I have a feeling the Queen's not as...charming as I am?" He mused. She rolled her eyes and thought.

"Well, I wouldn't want to stand in the way of your future fiancée." She found it funny, thinking he could actually find someone who could stand him. Then she grew sad, for some reason. He picked up the scythe he brought and quickly cut her down, her shouts filling the forest. For now, they will be partners in adventure, though she can guarantee he hasn't been two miles away from his house. This was going to be difficult.