Once Upon A Time: Goldilocks comes to Storybrooke

Chapter 49 (flashback)

Rodger had been in Arendelle for over four months. He loved the peaceful kingdom, and the fact that there were no wars, or signs of hatred towards it. The King and Queen were the liveliest couple he had ever met, and every single villager he spoke to were so polite.

Rodger didn't want to leave. He loved Arendelle too much! He knew he had to get back to Anita, but as soon as their baby was born he would bring them to Arendelle. It was the best place for their baby to grow up.

Rodger had been given a job as a servant in the castle, but sometimes he didn't feel like a servant. He barely got given any work to, and the King and Queen were so careful and well mannered, sometimes Rodger would purposefully knock a wine glass over, just so he had something to clean up!!

Not to mention Rodger always got paid more money then he deserved. He never understood why, but he knew if he worked harder he would be able to afford a small cottage for him, his wife, and his soon-born daughter.

Rodger wandered down the deserted corridor, admiring all the tapestries on the wall, when he heard a groan of pain, and struggling.

He followed the noise to find one of the maids carrying a large basket full of newly washed sheets. But there were so many sheets piled on top of one another she couldn't see over the top of them.

And she was about to go up a steep set of stairs.

"Here, let me help," Rodger immediately jumped forwards and grabbed the top five sheets.

"Oohh, thank you," the maid looked up at him. He recognised her. Her name was Molly, he had met her a few days after he had first got to Arendelle. She had shown him and his coworkers around, and he remembered her being quite clumsy, but always cheerful and warm. Molly was a pleasure to be around.

She had dark brown hair, they she usually wore in a bun on top of her head, with little lose stands messily poking out here and there. She was wearing a simple white dress that reached just above her ankles, and black polished shoes.

"No problem," Rodger grinned. He let Molly lead the way, and he followed her up the stairs and into the King and Queens master bedroom.

"There we go," Rodger placed the sheets on the stripped bed.

"Thank you so much Rodger," Molly wiped her forehead with the back of her hand.

"Are you okay?" Rodger asked. He hadn't found the journey up the stairs tiring at all.

"I think I'm coming on with a fever," Molly spoke truthfully, sighing unhappily.

"You should ask for the rest of the week off, I'm sure his highness would allow it," Rodger commented as he began to unfold the sheets.

"I'll be fine," Molly began opening all the windows.

"Are you too warm?" Rodger questioned her.

"Just a little," Molly responded, placing the back of her hand on her forehead, and closing her eyes.

"Let me feel your forehead," Rodger put the sheet on the bed and began to walk towards Molly, but she took a step back.

"I'll be fine," she repeated.

"I don't think you are," Rodger grabbed hold of her arm and carefully placed his other hand on her forehead. "That's definitely a fever, you're burning up." He lightly brushed some of the hair off her forehead. "You shouldn't be working."

"I can't afford to miss work," Molly took a few steps away from him. "There's too much to do."

"I don't know if you can remember or not, but I do have magic," Rodger smiled. "I can make this whole room spotless, with the snap of a finger."

"And I'm pretty sure that the King and Queen would realise if - " but Molly's sentence was cut off, because she lost her energy and collapsed.

Rodger immediately ran forwards. "Molly?" He gently shook her, and her eyes fluttered open.

Rodger sighed, relieved. "Come on." He picked her up bridal style and carried her to the biggest open window. He put her down carefully, and grabbed the cup of water that was on the bedside table, and waved his hand over it. The water turned into ice, and he popped it out of the cup and wrapped it in a cloth.

"Here," he placed it on Molly's forehead, and she held it. Rodger pulled her a chair up and told her to sit, and then he got to work with making up the bed. He waved his hand over the sheet, and then slowly waved his hand over the bed. The bed sheet followed his hand, and began wrapping itself over the mattress.

"Rodger, isn't that your boat?" Molly asked curiously. Rodger ran to the window and looked onto the fjord. It was, indeed his boat from The Enchanted Forest, sailing away from Arendelle without him.

"Yes - yes it is..." Rodger was quite taken back. He was annoyed that everyone was leaving to go back to The Enchanted Forest without him. Why were they leaving him behind!? Unless they hadn't realised he wasn't on the boat...

"You'll have to run, you may just make it," Molly told him.

Rodger looked back at the boat. He had about five seconds thinking time, but there was not that much to think about.

"Right now I have more important stuff to attend to."

"Rodger!! What about your wife!?" Molly exclaimed. "She'll be waiting for you!!"

Rodger shrugged. "There will be other ships going to Mist Haven," he nodded. "And other journeys. I'll get back to Anita - my trip to Arendelle has just been - " he paused, trying to find the right word," - extended. "