Regina
The young childish voice abruptly woke Regina from slumber.
"Mommy?"
"Yes, Henry?" The Queen murmured sleepily, blinking against the light from the lamp that illuminated the small form of the six-year-old.
"I'm scared, it's dark." Henry whimpered.
Reproaches melted on her lips as Regina patted the space next to her. "It's okay sweetie, you can sleep with me."
Relief washed over Henry's features as he scrambled onto the large queen bed. "You'll protect me, Mommy?" He asked, snuggling next to her.
Regina smiled as she switched off the lamp and placed a comforting arm around her son. "Always."