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"Regina! It's time for tea" A little girl came running out of her bedroom, her long, dark hair trailing behind her. She tripped over it, falling onto her face on the cold floor of their parlor where her mother had been waiting. She curled up in a ball of the floor, her baby blue dress torn, a chunk of the fabric nearly a yard away from her on the floor. Her knee had been cut as she fell, blood oozing out of it. Her mother came to see what was taking her child so long, when she saw her little girl on the floor. She crouched beside her, lifting the little girl into her arms.
"Mommy!" Tears fell down the little girl's face as she clutched her mother, arms thrown around her. Cora lifted her little girl up, holding her gently in her arms. Regina's father was out dealing with 'family issues'. In other words, he was avoiding Cora. They got to the sitting room, and Cora sat down on the plush couch, her little 5 year old girl still in her arms.
"Oh, my baby." Cora brushed a piece of her daughter's black hair from her wet eyes. Regina blinked up at her mother, dark eyes shining with trust and admiration. She blinked the tears out, wiping her cheeks quickly to hide the tears as best as she could. "Would you like to see something special?" Cora bit her lip, questioning whether now was the proper time to show this part of herself to her daughter or not. But he little girl had been sobbing, and that simply wouldn't do. Regina gave a wet grin, nodding to her mother.
"Yes, please." Her mother had always enforced her keeping up good manners, and she would do it. After all, Mommy was always right. A set of shining eyes followed Cora's hand is it rested gently over Regina's injured knee. A puff of blue smoke puffed out of Cora's hand, engulfing Regina's knee. Cora felt a strange warmth spreading through her as her daughter's face lit up, her knee completely healed.
"Is that better?" She started to work a complex braid on her daughter's exceptionally long hair, holding tightly to the hair when Regina nodded. When she was finished, she placed a blue ribbon in it at the end, tying a bow with it. The little girl turned around, throwing her arms around her mother.
"I love you, Mommy." The girl laid her head in her mother's hair which was, for once, down in natural waves.
"I love you too, Regina." She smiled down at her little girl, the only one who kept her affections. There was a disturbed look on the girl's face that concerned. "Is something else wrong?"
"I... I'm sorry, Mommy. When I tripped, I tore my dress." Cora chuckled, holding Regina close to her.
"I think I can fix that." With a simple flick of her wrist, she had her daughter's gown repaired. She set her down onto the ground, holding her hand out for the little girl's tiny hand to curl around. "Now come on, the tea is going to get cold."
Looking at her daughter, she had a contented smile on her face. Her daughter was obedient, sweet, and beautiful. Everything she had ever wished for in a child. And she was all hers. Regina loved her mother more than her father, and Rumplestiltskin was never going to get his hands on this beautiful ray of light. She would make a perfect queen she grew up. And she would be a perfect chess piece for her to use against the dreaded princess who had become queen of their neighboring kingdom. Most of all, she was the one person who needed her more than anything in the world. Her daughter was perfect, and that would never change