_{❝Watch your tongue.
                    Or I’ll happily rip it out.❞}

     _{[ she may be broken and she may be sad. but she was not scared. her worst fear had already came true, so what was left for regina to be afraid of? definitely not some cloaked figure who didn’t know how to keep it’s mouth shut. if anything, she was angry. her kingdom may have fallen and her palace overtaken but she was still a queen and should be treated as such.}

      _{but she wasn’t. she was being treated like the little girl she no longer was. if she had still been that little girl, she would have bowed and broke to the being’s words. she would have wept over daniel and henry and scorned robin and roland’s existence. she would have unleashed all hell upon the figure for just mentioning those that she lost. because their memory was too painful. they still were. but she wasn’t that little girl no more. she was regina, the evil queen. the woman who had been through so much, but got nothing in return. nothing she wanted… nothing but scars and painful memories.}

     _{to say that she was sad was an understatement, and broken didn’t even begin to scratch the surface of what regina was like. this cloaked figure knew nothing at all. ]}