❝Your husband was killed.. by your lover? So.. you’re like.. a slut?❞
( Usually not a lot gets under his skin, but infidelity is just one of those things that crawls up there and stings. So he’s looking at you in a disapproving way. )
❝I know who I’m dealing with. The slutty queen. And If I don’t watch my tongue, you’ll have a snake bite me.❞ ( And now, a little curtsey. )
❝He wasn’t much of a lover, if you ask me. I never loved him.❞
[ she’s glaring now, a murderous glint to her eyes. how else was one to react whilst being called a slut? just stand there and take it? oh, no. not regina. she’ll stand her ground. ]
❝How dare you call me such? I’ve only ever loved one man my entire life, mind you. But why should I be telling you this? I don’t care what you think of me. I’m done with this conversation.❞
[ with just the slightest twitch of her wrist, she’s watching as he sails through the air, back colliding against the nearest tree. another flick causes limbs to sprout from the trunk and wind around the male’s body. ]
❝Perhaps this will teach you a lesson on how to hold your tongue.❞
