Regina sealed the letter and sent it off. Perhaps telling Snow would be more admirable, but frankly, if the wolves declined, it could be rectified quietly and without notice. The fates knew Snow White wasn't one to keep secrets...
Perhaps that wasn't fair. She'd been ten years old, and painfully naive. Somehow, Regina couldn't bring herself to care. Even so, she'd taken care of the girl and her kingdom faithfully. Her recently made decision would be good for both of the aforementioned. She was dedicated to her land, and being so, she knew that to be safe was infinitely better than to be sorry.
She soon retired to her chambers, counting on her chosen lover of the night to be there waiting. She wasn't disappointed anytime between the night and early afternoon. The marriage would go on as planned.
