There's a Strange Magic In Storybrooke:
Painful Memories Are The Worst
"Why on Earth did it have to be Fidget?"
Mary Margaret helped Marianne leave the hospital room while Emma said this. The amnesic fairy had been provided with a white cotton sweater, black pants and flats before they left. Mary Margaret watched as Marianne struggled to walk.
"Why do I have such difficulty in walking?" the latter asked.
"Probably because you don't have your wings anymore," Rosetta said as she grabbed her stuff and followed the others as they got out of the hospital. Mary Margaret helped the fairy put an arm over the former's shoulder in order to stand up straight. "You flew more than you walked. Plus, your wings took part of over 60% of your body's metabolism."
Marianne frowned before turning to Mary Margaret. "Is this little girl normal?"
"Not really," Regina responded flatly.
They walked a bit around town, hoping to find clues of Marianne's past. As they walked, Rosetta took notes and drew sketches in her notebook in order to archive the clues.
When they got close to Granny's Diner, Emma asked Lily what Maleficent had told her about the realm with 'powerful' primroses, the flower that Marianne couldn't stand.
"Mom said that they're powerful because they are used by a fairy to make love potions," Lily told Emma as they entered the diner.
"Don't mention that despicable bottle of potion!" Marianne snapped at Lily.
"Easy, Marianne." Mary Margaret helped her sit on a booth. "She didn't mean any harm."
The poor woman grasped her hair with her hands, whimpering. "I'm sorry…I…just want to find my family…." She began crying.
"We will. Don't worry." Mary Margaret gave her a comforting hug. Seeing her do this made others want to cry.
Ruby came and asked if everything's alright. Emma explained that they were helping this amnesic woman named Marianne find her memories so that she could be reunited with her family. The werewolf gave a kind smile and offered a free hot cocoa to Marianne as a cheer-up drink. The latter took small sips of the hot, but soothing drink after Ruby left the group alone.
"What do you have, Rosie?" Henry asked suddenly. The women turned to see what he was referring to: Rosetta was busy doing a big sketch on her notebook at very quick speed.
"A vision," the demigod said. She put down her pencil and turned her notebook to show the sketch to Marianne. "Queen Marianne, look at this sketch carefully. Does this bring back memories?"
The sketch depicted a man with light hair and fair skin who appeared to be dressed in a leaf motif armor. Medium butterfly wings stood behind his back and a smirk on his face denounced a personality full of selfishness and pride. When Marianne saw the sketch, she instantly looked angry.
"I do," she grumbled angrily for the first time. "That's my ex-fiancé."
"You have an ex-fiancé?" Lily asked.
"Unfortunately, yes. His name is Roland and is a shallow, power-hungry, CHEATING, CHATTERING, PIG SON OF A…!" Marianne began screaming, catching other customers' attentions.
"Hey! Minors at the table!" Lily said, referring to Henry and Rosetta. Marianne took a deep breath and calmed down.
"She wasn't kidding though, about Roland," Rosetta said in a grim tone. "He was her first love and was about to marry him until she caught him cheating on their wedding day. Princess back then, she called off the ceremony and vowed to never fall in love again."
"He lied to me, claiming that he loved me," Marianne said as she slumped her head on the table.
"Years later, he tried to woo her again at a Spring Ball, but she rebuffed him. Turns out he only wanted to marry Marianne in order to become king."
"He wasn't a prince?" Emma asked.
"No," Marianne said, much to the others surprise. "He was just a knight in my father's army. His popularity and good-looks fooled everyone…even my father thought that we should be together again."
"How dimwitted was he?" Regina snorted.
"Very." Marianne rolled her eyes in disbelief of the thought.
"Anyway, Roland didn't want to give up," Rosetta resumed. "So he took the insane option: using a love potion made of a primrose petal."
"No wonder you don't like primroses," Mary Margaret gasped at Marianne. The latter gave a small nod.
"How did he get his hands on a love potion?" Emma asked. "I thought that making someone fall in love with you was against the rules of magic."
"Daddy told me once that not every individual in every realm follow the exact rules about magic. Rosetta put away her notebook. "He told me that when I asked him if gods had to follow the same magical principles and his answer was: 'For every limited magic user, mortal or divine, there is always a few exceptions.'"
"So who has the ability to make love potions in Marianne's world?" Lily asked.
"The Sugar Plum Fairy," Marianne answered.
"Seriously? The same fairy from The Nutcracker?" Emma asked.
"No, she's referring to a bluish fairy with eight-fingers total who can fly without wings, shapeshift, and is the only one in that realm who can make love potions. Not a pinkish ballerina." Rosetta rolled her eyes.
"Bluish fairy? Wait, why aren't we consulting Mother Superior and the nuns?" Mary Margaret asked. "They'd probably know more about fairies than we do."
"You think they'll help me find my husband and Marius?" Marianne asked hopefully.
"Let's hope so." Lily said.
