Snow looked towards Lancelot.
"This is because of you isn't it? Ruth only pretended to drink the water; she had you put it in the wedding chalice so I would drink it. That's how King George's curse was broken wasn't it?" Lancelot pursed his lips and shrugged.
"I have no idea what you're talking about." He said with an innocent look. "So, what's your child going to be?" Snow looked towards Charming and then back with a smile.
"A girl." She said raising her eyebrows. Lancelot smiled and Snow nodded. He went to help Charming hitch up the horse. Snow looked back at the gravesite as two lone tears fell down her cheeks. She knelt down and touched the dirt. "Thank you."