[ Will's eyes immediately moved across the ground when he heard the thump of an object hitting the snow's surface. He stared at the crown for a very long time, the sight creating both anguish and the vaguest thread of hope within him. Was this her way of showing she no longer wanted to be the Queen? That she wanted to be herself again? Surely it was his own desperate wishful thinking that clouded his perspective. She would never give her wealth and power for someone as lowly and pathetic as he was.
At her words, he sharply inhaled. He could hear her moving closer, and it made his body tense with apprehension. In that moment, he could finally understand why she had hidden from him. Why she had lied and kept her identity from him. He understood because more than anything, he now wanted to hide from her. Just as she was different from how she had been in their past, so was he. And he hated who he had become. For now, he decided, he couldn't look Anastasia in the face. But maybe he could look at Marian. He raised his eyes to meet hers, an evident hesitation spread across his features. ]
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At her words, he sharply inhaled. He could hear her moving closer, and it made his body tense with apprehension. In that moment, he could finally understand why she had hidden from him. Why she had lied and kept her identity from him. He understood because more than anything, he now wanted to hide from her. Just as she was different from how she had been in their past, so was he. And he hated who he had become. For now, he decided, he couldn't look Anastasia in the face. But maybe he could look at Marian. He raised his eyes to meet hers, an evident hesitation spread across his features. ]
What was the question?