A loud, piercing cry broke through the air. Regina groaned burying into her pillow.
The curse.
She gasped. Her eyes snapping open she met the blue-gray eyes of the huntsman.
Another cry broke through the air.
"You know, I'm no expert, but a baby crying is usually bad."
Regina's brows furrowed. Baby? She did not have a child.
Ignoring his pondering gaze, Regina slipped out of the bed, slipping on her robe. Walking over to the large arched window on the other side of the bedroom, she gazed about the unfamiliar setting. Polished wood. High quality linens. She assumed that the was the lifestyle for a Queen in this magic-less world. Peering out the window, she saw peasants, because really, everyone was a peasant compared to her.
Horse-less carriages barreled down the street, surprising. Obviously, these people made a way to live without magic.
"Regina? Emma?" Regina looked at him curiously. "Daughter?" Daughter? The last she remembered before the curse took her, was grabbing that little princess out of the wenches arms.
"Oh, of course." She nodded to herself, following the sound of crying out of her room and into the hall. A door lay ajar at the end.
Pushing it open, Regina entered an explosion of a pink, princess themed room. And in the corner, lay a small infant, tuffs of blonde hair appearing from beneath the woolen blanket.
Another cry.
Regina hushed her, scooping her into her arms. She racked her back and forth, her mind racing as to how she could of ended up with Snow Whites child as her own.
Though that would be the ultimate revenge. Raising, loving the princess as her own while the little queen had to look on, forever not knowing.
A smile pulled at her lips.
"Don't worry, Emma. Mama's here."