Malcolm
On one hand, I'm surprised our hideout has never been found. Given its close proximity to town, it's a wonder no one has stumbled onto us. Some days, I can even hear the nearby traffic of planes and trucks. But on the other hand, the Lost Wood isn't an easy place to navigate. This forest is thicker than a refrigerated jar of molasses...and that's being generous.
Good luck to anyone who dares to traverse these trails.
As our group approaches the clearing, our fortress comes into view. It's a large bunker, and while it may not look like much from the outside, most people are impressed when they step inside. It's amazing what we've amassed. We have enough provisions to last years holed up in this place.
And looks are deceiving. It's much bigger than it looks from the outside.
William walks out of the bunker holding a clipboard and a pen.
He's always been the serious and organized one of the group, which probably explains why we made him the administrator.
With his deep-set eyes and chiseled jaw, he plays the role perfectly.
"Welcome to our camp, Snow," he says, ushering her inside of the bunker. We all follow through the doors and shut it behind us.
I see he's really turning on the charm for her.
"In case you don't know, our group's mission is to overthrow Queen Moira, bring freedom back to St. Carlta, and bring back democracy and the King."
His voice seems to echo off the concrete bunker walls.
Snow's listening, but she still seems skeptical. There's clearly a part of her that's still in disbelief, and I guess I don't blame her.
"Lofty goals, but given what we're up against, do you really think it's possible?" Snow asks. "Queen Moira has the entire country on lockdown. People suspect something isn't right, but she's making sure to keep them in the dark as much as possible. What they're seeing in the news is no longer a true representation of what's really happening in the country."
"Princess," William says, "not only is this possible, but it's a given. We're called Freedom Fighters for a reason, and we won't stop until the King's power is restored. That much, we promise. We take this promise seriously."
Snow seems to take these words in as she looks around at each of us, and I can see her faith in our mission restored. Her body is less tense, and she seems to visibly relax on some level.
"I trust you...all of you," she says, her eyes ablaze in hope.
I can't help but notice how each man is looking at Snow. Now that I think of it, I don't believe we've ever had a woman in this bunker before...and definitely not a woman as beautiful as the Princess. Despite her torn dress and disheveled hair, I don't think I've ever seen a woman quite as beautiful as her.
Just having her standing here, in front of us, is making each man experience a new kind of hunger. And I can guarantee that every man in here is stiff with want, whether he'd like to admit it or not.
And I'm guessing none of us wants to admit that...except maybe Derek. When it comes to women, his mouth is looser than a wizard's sleeve.
Snow covers her mouth in a yawn, and I look at my watch. It's been a long night. I didn't realize how late it was already.
William notices too. "We have quarters prepared for you in the west wing of this fortress," he says.
"Thank you," she smiles. "I could use a bed about now."
For some reason, hearing the word 'bed' tumble from her lips makes my cock twitch, and I try to suppress the desire that's creeping through me as I picture her slipping her body in between her sheets tonight. Does she sleep naked? I find myself wondering.
I can't be thinking about fucking the Princess.
Not now. There's a job to do.
"But what happens if Queen Moira's soldiers find us?" Snow asks.
"This place is impregnable," William says. "We've made it impossible to breach. Rest assured that not a single soldier is making it through these walls. And should they find us, or have us blocked in, we have enough provisions to last five years without having to so much as open these doors a crack to the outside world."
"Impressive," Snow says. "How did you know to create this hideaway?"
William smiles. "We've been doomsday prepped for this very moment for a while now. We never trusted Moira. We could always tell that she was up to something bad...we just didn't know how bad exactly.
"No one did," Snow mumbles, wishing she had a better explanation.
I see a new expression on her face. Is it regret? Guilt?
"At least we're safe...for now," William says. "This bunker will give us the leverage we need to remove the Queen."
"Thank you again," Snow says, and then turns to the rest of us. "All of you. This means more than you all know. Tomorrow's a new day. I take comfort in that. Until then, I better get some sleep."
We all nod in agreement and William points her in the direction of her sleeping quarters with the wave of his hand. But before she leaves, he says, "We will restore the throne to its glory, Princess. You can count on us."
Once again, her expression changes and this time I can see that all of her sorrow has been replaced by something new.
She's visibly impressed.