When The King returns later that evening, Regina hasn't moved from her spot near the window. She has fallen asleep on the spacious chair. He doesn't wake her. He simply takes off his clothes and lies down in the king-sized bed. He falls asleep quickly, without another glance at his Queen.

Regina wakes up in the middle of the night, feeling cold. It's still early in the fall but the temperature during night time tends to drop fast.

She gets up from the chair by the window. She tries to sneak into bed, underneath the warm sheets, but King Leopold jolts awake when he feels movement next to him. He grabs Regina by the wrist and squeezes. "You really think you are smarter than me?" he whispers, his voice dangerously low. "I should think you'd know by now."

Regina bows her head before she answers. "My King, I'm sorry. I'm just so cold." A little yelp. One of the King's habits is to pinch Regina in her arms or her wrists to make her stop talking or to discipline her when she's not doing what's been expected from her. "I don't care." he snaps. "You should know by now you're not allowed to fall asleep before I do." He softly strokes her cheek. "Now be a good girl and go back to sleep."

Regina nodds slowly. "Yes, my King." she whispers. She then lays back down on the chair in front of the window. She tries to keep herself warm by stroking her arms and legs but it's of no use. Shivering from the cold Queen Regina doesn't get any more sleep that night.