- You?!
Regina is recoiled. Her heart instantly became lump in the throat, she clenched her fists and looked behind Marian:
- Don't you lead the crowd to burn me? - Queen asked bitterly.
- I was going to.
- Come on, - Mills parted lips finally, casually glancing an expensive beige dress Robin's Hood wife and her high-heeled sandals. Anyway, Marian quite fit into the twenty first century for the real world.
- What do you need?
- Answers.
Allowing gesture to sit down on the living room sofa, Regina anointed in a leather chair and poured two fingers to her temples, but not for a guest. Marian nervously smoothed her skirt on her knees and smoothed her hands.
- Does anyone know you're here? - madam Mayor asked, bowing her head slightly so that the fringe doesn't fall on the eyes.
- I left a note, - Mills chuckled involuntarily. Prudent.
- Well, - Queen leaned back, crossed her legs and smiled. Bright scarlet lipstick emphasized only callousness smile, - Give me your questions.
- When did you meet?
- Past year. In the Enchanted Forest.
- Does it started... immediately?
- Immediately, - Regina paused, noticing how Marian pursed her lips, - We immediately couldn't tolerate each other.
- Then what has changed here?
- I don't know, - Queen said quietly, - I don't know. Many years ago, it was predicted that I would meet a man with a lion tattoo, but I was so scared. Then I saw this tattoo here...
- Robin's tattoo, - Marian said, sounds like displeased, and then she explained, - It wasn't until we... - she sighedб - Previously, it wasn't.
Of course, this phase immediately made Regina's soul discord.
That day... In the tavern... He was free. He was already not married, and probably missed his wife, but he was free. And maybe if she got there...
Maybe Marian wouldn't standing between them now.
- Maybe he did it in your honor, - Queen blurted hiding her pain behind sarcasm and then took a sip. Alcohol burned her throat, and in the memory immediately surfaced picture: men's fingers, offering a glass, and that same damn tattoo...
- Hardly, - wife Robin paused, folded her arms, - And Roland? Was everything alright?… He wasn't sick?
- Why don't you ask Hood? - Mills growled instantly flaring anger.
- I'm just trying to understand what you did to Robin.
- Nothing! Now scram out of here! Do you lack the nerve to fucking...!
- Me? - Marian jumped to her feet, and not allowing her to rise above herself, Regina got up too, - Is it me put a spell on him?
- Spe... – Regina's shoulders dropped. Breathing at once over, - What does a spell?
- Well, I do not know! I'm not a witch! - Marian hissed better than a cobra.
- Explain.
- Very well, - returning control of herself, said the brunette, - He may look like my husband, but he is not. He isn't! - It seemed to words take the recent Marian's strength. She sank back on the sofa and covered her face with her hands, – It is not him.
- Thirty years have passed, - snorted madam Mayor and immediately caught on, - I will not comfort you. Go to Snow White and you will vest.
- If it was a spell or curse or potion, or whatever else, - Marian murmured indistinctly because of sobs, - I would hope that everything can be fixed. But he is not…He's doesn't right looking at me, - Regina just turned away. Maybe, just for her all is not lost? Maybe the whole thing is that he really is no longer sees his wife adoring eyes? Is her Second Chance has not wreathed in mist in the sun? - Even the words as if in a different order sets. And how he says the name of Roland... And his hair...
Mills already rather tired of this performance:
- And what about his hair? Is it dandruff? - she put sarcastically.
- They're so... So...
- So what? - Queen rolled her eyes.
- Soft, - Marian sighed with disgust and hiccupped.
- Soft, - repeated Regina, - What used to be rigid?
- Yes! - "Mrs. Hood" sobbed, - It's all... Maybe it's me was bewitched?.. I barely recognize my own husband! And son!
- What's wrong with Roland? - Have carefully clarified Mills.
- I stumbled when I try to call him "Roland". As if this is the wrong name...
Queen raised her eyebrows:
- Well, if you do not remember the name of your own son there is something seriously wrong with you. You, my dear, should be treated.
- When I was pregnant, and we are going over the options names... Robin suggested "Roland", but I always more liked "Thomas" and... - Marian shook her head. Strand of hair stuck to the wet cheek, - I look into his eyes, and it is are the same dark... And live ...
- Robin had a blue eyes, - Queen said automatically.
Marian even tears dried:
- Brown.
- Blue.
- Brown, - she coughed, grabbed a bottle of whiskey and took a sip. Coughed again.
- Blue. And his hair was blond. And soft, - Mills explained like for a fool.
- Rigid, - Marian don't seem to feel that she is a fool here, - And I'm always scratching his stubble.
Regina blinked:
- British accent.
- And... What is it?
- Blonde.
- Black.
- Blue eyes.
- Brown.
Marian swallowed and stabbed herself in the clavicle:
- Birthmark.
Regina shook her head slowly:
- Two short scar on the edges.
- With one of us is clearly something wrong, - Robin's wife muttered, - And when did you get to see his scars?
- When you're the Evil Queen and you suddenly falls happy meeting with a man whom you've refused long time ago, you stun him with a club and dragging by the hair into the cave.
- You're even worse than I thought.
- It is a metaphor, - Regina reached out and punched someone's cell phone number. Looking back at Marian, she sighed and turned on the speakerphone.
- Hello. You phone to Mr. and Mrs. Gold, - said mailbox's electronic voice, - Currently there is no one at home, please leave a message after the beep, you should definitely call back.
Queen rolled her eyes and said aloud:
- Rumple, if you do not want to see you now lay down two drunk Robin's Hood girlfriend, then two minutes to release Belle out of bed to make "We definitely call back". Time for ...
- Yes! - Belle caught her breath loudly into the phone, - Yes, I'm listening.
- Promptly… - Mills murmured.
- Belle, - Marian hesitantly looked at Queen, - When you first met Robin, how he is look like?
- In terms of...?
- Well, it has not changed? Since then?
- No, - Mrs. Gold murmured still wondering.
- He had dark eyes?
- Well, yes, he has.
- The issue is closed, thank you, - shrugged and replied Marian and smiled triumphantly after Regina hung up, - I told you!
- Wait before rejoice, - Queen sounds like stone tone and someone phoned again.
- Yes?
- Hey, Robin.
- Regina.
Marian shrugged. She didn't want to admit it, but pronouncing the name of the witch the voice of Robin sounded much softer than when calling her.
- I've got you a strange question.
- What? - After a pause said Hood.
- Are you blond?
- I wouldn't say... - he drawled gently. Marian swallowed whiskey and was ready to throw up her hand triumphantly. Drink a little dulled memory why she did come to Queen, - Rather my hair is light brown.
- Thank you.
- Not at all, - robber said distractedly.
- We 'll call you later, - Mills murmured, hiding sigh.
- We...? - he began, but Queen had already hung up.
- Well... - said madam Mayor, took away the bottle from Marian, poured herself a whiskey, returned bottle and clinked with Hood's wife, - We clearly have a problem.
Marian giggled drunkenly.