Had to get this plot bunny out of my head.
First time writing SwanQueen. Bear with me.
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Dear Regina,
First of all, there is nothing even remotely dear about you - in fact, I've never met a woman as arrogant, vicious and diabolical as yourself. You're also the most stubborn woman to ever walk on this earth in those ridiculoulsy high heels of yours.
Seriously. You gotta have permanent blisters from those things you call shoes. If you were a normal human being, you wouldn't feel the need to tower over people in an attempt to intimidate them, which, okay, let's be real, you manage to do pretty fucking well.
But back to the point. Yes I fucking have one. As I was saying - writing, whatever - you are so insistent in constantly trying to ruin my life, you don't even take a break when I'm asleep.
You walk around in my head all day long, and you keep doing so at night, and it messes with my sleep and my damn privacy and I don't fucking like it.
So look into that dusty nonexistent black heart of yours, try to find a teeny tiny bit of emotion you probably have saved up for Henry's graduation and do me a favor. Stop. Get your annoyingly beautiful milk chocolate eyes and long legs and that perfect lip scar out of my head. And now that I mention lips, keep yours out of my reach because if you don't, I'm not to be held responsible for my actions.
Damn you and your irresistible everything.
Foolishly and helplessly in love,
Emma Swan.
Dear Emma,
You are an idiot. Pick me up at 7.
Your Regina.