Stiles Stilinski finds out that his parents aren't who he thought they were. After the death of his father, he can no longer stay in Beacon Hills. Everything there reminded him of it. So he took Roscoe and together they embarked on their next advent...
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Stiles groaned, stretching like a cat, his ass up in the air, while his fingers scratching the space in front of him. He rolled over, falling on the floor with a thud. That woke him up real quick. Taking a shower, he stood under the stream for what felt like an hour, contemplating his life. Once he was done, he stepped out of it, tying the towel around his waist. Black shirt with a cute foxxo on it, or his 'Wicked' tee. Hmm... tough choice. He decided to go with 'Wicked' it was his all times favorite musical. He'd wear the fox shirt later.
He was about to open the door and step out of his temporary apartment when someone beat him to it. His hand froze mid-air, as three consecutive knocks almost made him do a backflip. Calming down his galloping heart, he schooled his features and unlocked the door. It was a lady he never met before, short black hair, dressed in a superb dress. She was holding a pie in her hands, homemade from what he gathered.
"Hello," greeted Stiles, uncertain what else to say.
"Good morning, Mr. Stilinski, I'm Regina Mills, mayor of this town. I wanted to personally welcome you in our little sleepy hamlet." Her smile was charming and inviting. He didn't smell anything foul in her emotions either, so he decided to give her the benefit of the doubt. It was awfully sweet of her. "This is homemade, special recipe," she winked, presenting him the pie.
"Thank you so much, Madam Mayor, you didn't have to go through the trouble, but I appreciate it," he smiled, moved, and took the pie from her. "Would you like to come in? I'm afraid only refreshments I can offer are the ones that belong to this establishment," she followed after him, closing the door.
"No need to apologize. How do you like our town, Mr. Stilinski?"
"Stiles, please, and I think it's very pleasant. I like the tranquility, though from what I gathered you guys don't get many tourists," said Stiles, putting a slice of pie on her plate and sitting down at the table with her. Regina took a sip of the soda he offered, giving him another smile.
'Good-looking and smart,' mused Regina, analyzing him. He also spoke very laconically, not something you'd expect from Charmings. They were usually straightforward Gryffindor-y bunch. 'Unlike his daddy dearest'.
"Then you must call me Regina."
The boy had manners. Now Regina knew what Granny meant when she said it was hard to read him. Her years as a ruler, however evil she might've been, allowed her to learn how to discern people. At least their general characteristics. People like him were dangerous, they reminded her of Rumplestiltskin, a man, who till this day remained an enigma to her.
"And you're right to assume that we don't get many visitors. This is a quiet town, that's why I've decided to come and introduce myself to you personally. In case you need some help, or maybe even someone to show you around the town, I'd be more than happy to be your guide."
"That's... wow... thanks!" Stiles responded eloquently. "I'd hate to interrupt your mayor-ly duties though."
"Don't worry, there's not much to do nowadays, just unending paperwork." The dread on her face at the mention of that accursed thing couldn't have been anymore genuine.
