Hemlock
It should have been easy to pretend that there was nothing between them.
Snow could have ignored her growing longing, disregarded the way her skin tingled at Regina's nearness, passed off every sign that her affections were veering towards something improper as little more than youthful curiosity - the kind spoken of by characters in romance novels that she wasn't meant to be reading.
It should have been easy, but it wasn't.
Because one night she pressed her lips to Regina's, and with that first taste Snow White knew this love would be her destruction, and Regina would be her death.