It had hurt Regina more than she had possibly expected it would when she'd had to rip her own father's heart out – really it had. He had loved her, and she really had loved him – loved him the most, like the curse had specified. He was her father; she was his daughter. To love and be loved was only natural in that sort of relationship, right?
So what, she sometimes wondered, was wrong with her as Henry's mother? She knew, of course she did, that she was also the Queen of the Enchanted Forest, but she was Henry's mother too.