She couldn't. She just couldn't.
Everyone says good always she thought, when she finally did something right, something good, something humane, good things would follow.
How wrong she was. It seemed that only evil would get her what she wanted. But everything came with a price, even vengeance and she couldn't pay it. Could you really blame her like so many did? She was heartbroken because precious little Snow White couldn't keep her mouth shut like a proper lady and that cost her her 'True Love'. It was right for Pure Snow to kill but revenge wasn't? That was utter bullshit. She gave everything, she did everything but it wasn't enough. When the perfect plan presented itself she was one step to succeed getting her revenge, but when she had to...to rip her father's heart out and burn it she couldn't. Her Father, the only one who ever showed kindness to her and stayed. The one who held her while she cried herself to sleep from the pain her mother inflicted on her; and one of the few who understood her by who she truly was, not her mother's façade. Her mother's creation.
She was trapped. Again. After she failed to do the curse, Snow White caught her with the help of that Shady Blue Hoe and her own army who reveled against her. Imbeciles. They locked her on the tallest tower of her castle with a potent contention spell. 3 years. Four damn years trapped in the fucking tower, yet it felt like an eternity.
The tower consited on a small room and the stairs being separated by bars the guards would climb up the tower which led to the room were a small part was separated by bars for protection. No one visited except Snow once a month. And she thought menstruation was bad enough. Also the Blue mosquito had to come by to renew the spell every year. The queen, well former queen, stood from her futile excuse of bed and walked to her window. She could hear the faint squeals of joy that her annoying nemesis made. A queen doesn't squeal she thought. God she was becoming her mother, the mere thought of her mother put her on edge and the picture of snow squealing just threw her off the damn cliff. Her window showed the royal family personal garden grounds, which in her opinion were horrificly decorated except for her apple tree, she was actually relieved that the Charmings hadn't chopped it off. Her eyes narrowed on the raven haired woman that stepped into her view of the garden. The White Queen. Snow laughed and twirled around the garden with roses in her hands, she was being more stupid than usual and the former Queen found this disgustingly odd. Then Snow's Charming idiot husband appeared in the picture and started to twirl around with Snow and then she saw. Her. Three years of age and on her father's hip was the Savior. The precious White princess, Regina's lips curled and anger boiled deep with in her. She scoffed at the thought of that little girl destroying her curse and saving the land. Please, she would have payed to see that but obviously she couldn't. Ironically once she refused to cast the curse which led to her dismay, Henry died of a heart attack. She was heartbroken. She wished that she could use her magic to get out. She yelled profanities. Then she refused to eat most of the excuse of food the guards brought her and at the end of the day she laid on her cot. She would stare at the ceiling for hours and just picture how her life could have been before slipping to unconsciousness. Sometimes when nightmares pledge her mind she would get up and stare outside, see the stars. Picture how it would feel to be outside, by the stables. She would also glare at the faint light coming from the tower across the garden ground. Picture Snow White lying dead on her bed.
She spend her days pretty much the same she would brood on her cot and seeth as she saw The happy royals.
Then she saw again her. Tumbling behind his father, covered by a jungle of blond curls was the little princess. Regina's lip curve in distaste at the sight of the tiny girl playing with her father in some sort wrestle. Princess don't wrestle. The little girl run around her father before charging at his leg and clinging to it. The king would then pretend to fall and his daughter would jump on top of him and punch him lightly on the chest. Their screams and squeals could be heard from the tower. James picked up the little girl twirl around before settling her down. The blond girl proceeded to grab a stick and swing it around like a sword. The king grabbed a stray stick and blocked his daughters soft attacks. Great, now they are sword fighting sneered Regina. Eventually James would pick her up and leave. Today though when he picked her up hoisting her to his hip, the ember orbs of the princess weren't staring at her father like they usually did. Today they were staring at the window. Her window. Directly to the chocolate orbs that watched the interactions. Regina gulped and the scolded herself, it was impossible that the princess was staring at her. But she couldn't look away. The green eyes weren't unfocused, if not the contrary. They were focused on the Evil Former Queen. It surprised Regina how determined those eyes were to belong to such a little girl. She felt judge under the haunting green eyes. She felt like filth for all the misdeed she did in the past. She never cared about what people thought of her, but the thought of the little girl knowing who she was, what she did made her squirm. She refrain from doing so. They were engage in a staring contest, Regina silently praying for the little girl to stop looking at her. She's not looking at you she repeated to herself. But then as James turned to leave carrying his daughter, the little princess made a quick turn with her head to keep looking at eye contact. Her breathe hitched, the princess was staring at her.
How was that possible?
The king carried her daughter into the castle unaware of the eye staring contest that was happening between his daughter and his nemesis.
Even when she went to sleep, she thought of the green orbs and if they hold any judgement against her.
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