Waltzing around the room, Regina smiled widely at the man. The night was calm, the palace full of aristocrats that came to celebrate that she was finally choosing a suitor to marry. Her mother smiled at her with approval as the man she danced with was a prince from the southern lands. She had not chosen yet, she was still waiting for him to appear. Hours passed, and she was almost unable to dance when his figure appeared through the door.
"What is the stable boy doing here?" she heard her mother question to her father, though she did not listen to them. Looking at the boy with happiness, Regina stood up and headed to the entranced and bowed at the newcomer. Hand on his, they slowly walked to the middle of the room. The other assistants wondered who the young noble was, but the queen knew. Standing up, she walked to an entrance in the back of the throne room and glanced at the guard. "I want that boy dead as soon as their dance ends."
And so the guards complied. As soon as the music faded, the boy bowed to Regina and accompanied her to her throne, just to be taken away by some guards. "What—" the girl muttered, standing up and walking towards him. "What's going on?"
"You stay here," she heard her mother say, blue smoke wrapping around her wrist to pull her back. "No, let me go!" she shouted, the blue smoke surrounding her, taking her other wrist, wrapping around her waist, wrapping around her ankles, wrapping around her throat. "Mother, sto—" her voice broke, she could not breathe anymore. The room started shaking, her vision blurry and finally fading to black.
Emma woke up in the middle of the night. Opening her eyes and blinking a few times, she frowned at the sight of purple smoke all over the room, covering everything in sight. "What the —" she whispered, only to be stopped by someone rolling on the bed and wrapping their arm around her. "Hook?" she muttered, not exactly remembering having gone to sleep with the man the night before. It took her by surprise, but soon she was enchanted by the person sleeping next to her. Wearing a short, blue silk nightgown, Regina muttered in her sleep.
"Please… can't… breathe… Daniel…"
"Regina…?"
"Mother… please… don't… I… love... him…"
"Regina, hey, wake up." she whispered, rolling to her side. The other did not wake up, and actually moved closer to her. Not only Regina had her arm wrapped around her now, but also was clinging to her as if her life depended on it. Emma stared at her, surprised to see the brunette so terrified. Sighing, she pulled her closer and let her bury her face on her chest, wrapping her arm around her waist. Closing her eyes, she smiled. "Or keep sleeping, okay." She did not raise her voice, not wanting to wake the other up. She couldn't imagine what Regina would say, or how she would react. Not well, she was sure about it.
"Why… you ruin… everything..."
"Hmm?" Emma hummed, glancing at the woman.
"Always… kill… ones… love…"
"Always kill the ones you love?"
"Daniel… Robin… Emma…"
"Wait, what?!" her eyes shot open, a brow raised. "What do you mean with Emma?"
"I… love… her… you always… kill… her…"
"Who are you talking to?"
"Mother…"
"Hey," Emma whispered, hand moving to run down the other's side, then up again. She stared at the woman, who seemed to slowly calm down. Breathing in and out slowly, Regina slept with her ear on the woman's chest, listening to her heartbeat. The blonde smiled. "You're safe, you're alright. Barely clothed and looking really hot, but safe. We'll talk about you poofing in my bed at four in the morning."
And please don't kill me if my hand suddenly moves to your butt, ma'am Mills.
