Never Ending Youth {Queen Ravenna / Reader}

09:

TW: Talk of throwing up (I added this because I would've needed one)

I spend as much time as my body allows outside. I go through phases of silent crying, full on sobbing, and numbness. Why? I have no idea.

Ravenna tries and tries to talk to me. Every time I shut her out.

"Y/n, listen to me." she begs. "No, Ravenna! I don't want anything to do with you right now! If it weren't for Snow White, I'd be gone!" I shout, pure anger replacing the usual tears. "Why are you being like this?" she asks. I laugh, the sound coming off as somewhat psychopathic. "Why am I being like this? Why are you being like this?!" I shout at her. She scoffs. She scoffs... "Oh don't you fucking dare scoff at me. I have done nothing." I say, pointing at her. She stands and walks towards the exit. "Yeah, gone on, walk away!" I shout. I shouldn't have, but I did. She stops and turns. "The sooner I kill that little bitch, the better." she tells me.

I stop and look at her. "If you kill her you will lose me forever, Ravenna." I tell her. "Let's see how long that lasts." she says with a laugh. I grab the steel vase next to me and launch it at her. The flowers disperse all around the room. It misses, just, but it's enough that she flinches as it hits the wall next to her. "Get the fuck out!" I shout, my voice wavy with emotion. She leaves. My eyes shift to the now-dented vase on the ground.

The rest of the morning passes at a slow rate. I don't go to breakfast or lunch; I head out into the garden and gather fresh fruit and vegetables. I eat dinner out in the stables with Alice, the horse Ravenna gave me, as I think about everything that's gone wrong.

The keeper of the stables comes over to me, shyly. "My Lady, why are you out here in the cold?" he asks, stopping a few meters away from me. I look at him, then back to Alice. "I feel at peace out here. It's gives me a break from everything within the castle." I tell him. He relunctantly steps closer. "Is there anything I can get for you? Food or drink, maybe?" he questions. I turn to him with a smile. "No thank you. I appreciate the offer, however." I reply. He nods then leaves.

The chilly air starts to become too much to handle. I head back to the castle, dreading any possible run-ins with Ravenna. Like every night for the past while, I spend the remainder of the evening in front of the fire.

As I'm getting up to bathe, I get this overwhelming sick feeling in my stomach. I stop and just stand there, hoping it'll go away. It doesn't. I try my best to ignore it. I spend a while in the bath, the hot water quickly becoming lukewarm. The continuous feeling of nausea starts to irritate me. I open up and windows, letting the chilly air coat me in goosebumps.

I spend a few minutes distracted by the outside world. The nausea starts to fade a little. As I'm walking over to my bed, I notice the empty pitcher on the nightstand. Instead of getting someone to fill it for me I decide to do it myself. I walk through the castle towards the kitchen, my feet ice cold on the stone floor.

I purposely go out of my way to avoid all rooms Ravenna is most likely to be in. A short five minute trip doubles in time. I fill up the pitcher. Just as I'm about to head back, I hear footsteps approaching.

"Y/n." Ravenna says softly. I don't look at her. I don't speak to her. I take the now-full pitcher and leave. I walk past her, her gaze on me. She watches me walk further and further away. Just as I'm about to turn a corner she sighs. I stop for a split second but continue walking. I do everything in my power to stop myself from turning around. All I want for her to do is stop. I want her to let Snow White go. I want to be able to feel comfortable in her arms once again.

The entire walk back to my room consists of my trying not to let the urge of running back to Ravenna take over. The nausea drifts away as I'm no longer focussing on it.

Once I'm back in my room, I close the window I'd somehow managed to leave open. I climb into bed, the urge to go to Ravenna still remaining.

Early the next morning, I'm awoken by an agonising cramping in my stomach. I sit upright and clutch my stomach. The nausea comes back like a tsunami. I hurry into the bathroom, the feeling taking over. I pull my hair to one side as I crouch near a bucket. Everything I had eaten the night before comes back up.

As I'm throwing up, my door opens. "My Lady?" someone asks. More food comes up. "My Lady!" they exclaim. They enter the bathroom and notice me on the floor. They come over and start rubbing circles on my back. I spit into the bucket a few times. They grab my hair. "Are you alright, My Lady?" they ask. I look at them, my whole body being drained of energy. I nod. "Better now." I whisper.

"Here, let me take care of that for you." they say. I shake my head, but before I can say anything they stop me. "It's fine, My Lady. You clean up and get back into bed. I've got this sorted." they tell me. I sigh and sit up on my knees. They grab the bucket from me and take a few steps back. "Are you sure you're okay, My Lady?" they ask. I nod. They nod with a smile and leave, my vomit-filled bucket in hand.

I rise from the ground and wipe my face as I look in the mirror. I rinse my mouth out with water, then tie my hair into a low bun. Feeling better, and no longer nauseous, I climb back into bed. I try to fall asleep again but fail. I grab a book and start reading.

Not too long later there's a knock at the door. "Come in." I call. The same woman from earlier walks in, a cup in hand. "My Lady, are you feeling better?" she asks. I nod with a smile. "Yes, thank you so much." I reply. She smiles and nods. "Of course. Here, I brought you some ginger tea for your stomach." she tells me. She hands it to me. "Oh, thank you. I really appreciate it." She smiles again. "No problem, My Lady." she replies. She leaves the room.

As I'm drinking the tea, the sudden need to go to the cellars under the castle hits me. I frown, confused, then it hits. Snow White is down there...

I grab my coat and start walking towards the staircase by the cellars. My anxiety levels start to rise. My pace increases over time.

I, now running, hurry towards the stairway down to the cellars. I run through the first floor of cells, careful not to slip, trip, or hurt myself on anything. The door to the final staircase is locked. I shake the door, desperate to get it open. I groan in frustration. I step back and fix my gaze on the lock. I start muttering a chant under my breath. The lock falls to the floor. I shove the door open and jog down the final staircase.

I run as fast as my dress and ice-cold feet can allow, trying not to trip on the uneven flooring or slip on any dry straw. I stop in the doorway, trying as best as I can to catch my breath. The sight of Ravenna holding Snow White by the throat fills my vision. The princess looks at me. Ravenna shifts her hand to the centre of the princesses chest. "Ravenna, no!" I scream.

A.N: I didn't intend on finishing this part so soon. There is a slim chance the next part will be out before Thursday. I'm going away for Easter so if not before Thursday, then after Easter weekend :)