at SamanthaFreita3: Yeah, I know. Let's see how she's doing.

at Guest: Sorry, but I wanted to put emphasis on the parallels between Regina and Morgana and explain her behaviour, but I promise this current chapter is the last one of that and from now on it'll be all about Outlaw Queen :)

at aprilf00l: Thank you and I hope it was worth the wait.

at Casey: I'm sorry that you won't get to see much of the fallout. I hadn't intended anything about that time anymore but because you've motivated me that much I added a tiny piece of it for you. I do hope you're not all that much disappointed. Thanks for telling me that you liked my Mr. Gold, I do try to keep him in character.

at Thornspike: Yes Gold does have that abilty but the way I see it visions are seldom and random and I also feel like Gold doesn't like them all that much. So no, he didn't see that future, and Gold doesn't need to worry about being hunted by the Snow Queen because from how I understood it, he only used his visions for personla gain, without getting in someone else's way and maybe to create some irony.

at maxiefae: Emma is paying for it, because she learned a lesson from it.

Thanks to everyone who reviewed.


…comes around

Storybrooke – Present time

"David!" the blond cringed at his wife's yell all over the field. She was flanked by Belle and Emma, the former looking very displeased at finding her own husband here. And if that wasn't enough, they also picked up Hook and most of the Merry Men, including Robin of course, on their way.

Gold had picked himself off the ground and healed the minor injury he had sustained when Morgana tossed him.

"What happened here?" Emma demanded to know, switching her accusing gaze between her father and Gold. "Have you opened the time portal?"

David avoided his wife's eyes, but his gaze snapped to her at the sound of her voice, "Emma please, David would never do anything to endanger Neal."

He gulped at the faith she put in him, "Snow… we kind of… did open the portal, tough."

"What David, why ?" Snow's question sounded disappointed but it was nothing compared to the yell of Belle.

"What the hell, Rumple?" she huffed angrily. "You shouldn't be able to do any of this while I hold your dagger!"

Gold looked like a deer caught in the head light, "Belle I'm sorry…"

"Don't! Just don't… Not this time."

"Maybe we should let them explain first," Hook suggested from behind the women.

"Where's Regina?" Robin asked at the same time.

And then of course the Merry Men wondered where Marian was. It was all one big jumble and Gold soon had enough. Belle would forgive him, if she understood the gravity of the situation, but for that he needed two minutes of peace.

The loud thunder made everyone jump and once Gold stopped the noise, he began to explain, "We had to open to portal, to undo the apocalypse your daughter has brought upon us."

That didn't fail to make an impression.

"What?" Emma turned to him incredulously.

"You're little adventure with the handless wonder? It caused a rift in time and it's expanding and threatening to pull all of us in," Gold said impatiently.

David interrupted before his rather brash approach could hurt his daughter anymore, "We're not saying your to blame, Emma. Just that…"

Gold snorted, "Actually that's exactly what I'm saying. Even the pirate had more common sense than her."

David and Snow glared at him, but Gold ignored both of them, "You really should learn when to interfere and when not. Not even I would mess around with the past."

"I…What did I do?" Emma asked. She felt awful, terrible and every second she was fighting down tears.

"What do you think dearie?"

"Is this about Marian? Is this why she's missing?" Little John demanded to know and Robin's gaze nailed David as well. He knew he had to be fast with his explanation before Gold told them in his insensitive way. Before he could however, he was interrupted by Snow.

"Yeah, that was kind of weird. She saw the portal and then she seemed very… angry about it and then she disappeared… in a red cloud."

"The Queen abducted her?" John asked upset.

"No!" David said hotly before anyone else could say a word. "Regina had nothing to do with it. It's… " he sighed, he was just going to tell them, hopefully none of this would come true anyway. "The rift in time can be mended if it happens at the same time it was caused. Regina went back to take care of it."

"She did what?" Robin asked enraged. There she was doing dangerous stuff again, and again she was on her own.

"It's not like there was much of a choice!" David told him off. "We all die if she fails."

"No pressure then," Killian muttered.

"What about the red cloud then?" Belle asked. Her anger at lessened at the face of impending doom.

David shifted uncomfortably and was glad that he was still holding Neal, the child gave his hands something to do. He saw how Gold opened his mouth and interceded before the Dark One could utter a single word.

"As it turns out… Marian wasn't who she seemed," David phrased it intentionally vague.

Gold snickered, "Tsk, tsk David, that's a very misleading way to say it, don't you think."

"What's that supposed to mean?" Robin demanded to know. He needed to focus on one thing after another, and right now thinking about Regina brought nothing but pure horror for her well-being. Focusing on Marian and the red cloud was easier, though not less worrisome. Marian had only just gotten back, she couldn't be ripped from Roland again.

David shot him a warning glare that went ignored by the Dark One.

"Marian never existed. It was all a grand scheme, an impressively thought-out strategy of revenge on the Queen, to keep her from her soulmate," Gold took pleasure from the way Robins eyes widen and shock registered on his face.

"The witch's real name is Morgana, in case you care."

David closed his eyes. That was most certainly not how he had wanted Robin to hear.

Emma listened to every word with a certain kind of numbness. Not only had she possibly caused the end of the world, but the innocent life she'd saved… not so innocent after all. She pushed Killian to the side and managed to reach the edge of the forest before she started to vomit.

Her mother was at her side a moment later, pulling her hair back and whispering soothing words in her ear, but it was lost on her daughter.

She could hardly string together a singly coherent though, everything was jumbled and Emma felt like drowning. She only wanted to do the right thing, how could it have gone so wrong?

Meanwhile Robin stood still unmoving. All the years spent with Marian, every smile, every touch – all a lie? Robin didn't understand, couldn't comprehend how that was possible? He felt like joining Emma but even for that he was too numb. Everything he and Marian shared was a lie?

Storybrooke – 6 days ago

Regina landed harshly on the dirty ground, but didn't take time to dust herself off. Instead she waved her hand and became the Evil Queen – that also took care of the dirty clothes. It was not only to give her confidence but also because she didn't know if Regina could do what she needed to do next. The assurance and self-conception of the Evil Queen, her unrestrained will to do what was needed, would help her more than the vulnerable and hurt woman, Regina Mills currently was.

With steady steps she left the barn, her long black dress made of lace and silk barely touched the ground at her fast pace. She had to find the Snow Queen, so that she could make the rift visible. No one was around, Regina was sure, Hook and Emma had already been back for a while and Robin and herself – Regina remembered with an aching heart – were just about to get ice-cream for Roland.

The bushes tugged on her long skirt, but Regina continued unwavering. She would wait for her at the ice palace and explain what happened in the future. Regina had to be careful, Robin's men held camp not too far away from her path and none of them felt favourable towards her.

"Are you ready?"

Regina twirled around slightly startled and was ready to face an attacker when it turned out to be the Snow Queen. Said women looked at her uninterested, "I will become the rift, and therefore I won't be able to assist in your quest to defeat the seer."

"I…how? How do you know what I came here for?" Regina asked and her fireball died out.

"My mind does not work like yours. I can see all the possibilities of the threads, I cannot see the future but I can see everything that already happened once," the Snow Queen said simply. "Your past is like an open book, and the future that never was, is part of your past."

Regina was too busy concentrating on the Snow Queen and what to do next, to realize the presence of other people not too far from where she was standing and the Snow Queen simply did not care to point it out. But up in the trees, John signalled the rest of the Merry Men not to make a move. When one of their scouts reported that the Evil Queen appeared near the barn and was strolling through the forest, there hadn't been a single man who had wanted to stay behind. Tuck prevented anyone from letting Robin know, because if there was going to be a fight with the Queen it would only hurt him. He did care for her after all. He was sure she had changed, they were even involved somehow. But the men cared for their leader, they knew better than to trust the Queen but they cared for Robin, which was why each and every one of them was ready to strike any given moment. John's bow was drawn and he only waited for the Evil Queen to make one wrong move. John only hoped Robin and Roland were fine – they had originally planned to spend the evening with her.

A sudden cold swept over the clearing and in that very second a blonde woman, dressed in a blue and white gown appeared behind the Queen. John strained to hear what the woman was saying, but only Regina's louder voice resonated clearly in the night.

"I don't know how I can bring her here."

"Well, you'll have to find a way," the Snow Queen answered. "I won't be able to keep the portal open for very long. Whoever falls into the rift, will be lost without hope. If you succeed in gathering enough magic to mend the rift, the rift will close by itself."

Regina nodded and bit her lips in a nervous manner. She had to separate Morgana from Robin and Roland, but that would be hard. The Snow Queen would never make an entrance in town in this time line, therefore everyone – including her past self – would stay in the Diner longer. Regina knew herself well enough to know, that she wouldn't leave before someone else did. Not appearing weak was all that mattered; she wouldn't allow anyone to see how hurt she was… except she had let Robin see, before everything went wrong… Regina shook her head, it didn't matter now.

"I'll find a way," Regina said with more conviction that she felt. If possible she didn't want to disrupt this time line, but if there was no other way… she'd have to talk to Gold.

The Snow Queen nodded once and Regina's breath was stolen from her lungs as the icy wind hit her face. Then suddenly it was unnaturally still, not a single breeze and Regina gasped in surprise as a black rift opened up slowly before her eyes. It was already large enough for a person to fit through easily. She had guessed the rift would have drawn her in, like a magnet and devour her, but nothing happened. The rift simply sat there, dark black, silent and unmoving.

John signalled his men intently not to make a move until he said otherwise. But something was not right – not at all and his fingers gripped the bow more tightly.

Without warning Regina shot around, her whole body tensed up. John was sure however that the place her gaze was fixed at didn't hold any of the Merry Men. The Queen jumped out of the way to avoid a fire ball and John almost gasped in shock when he saw who it was that strode through the bushes with another fireball ready to throw. John had the presence of mind to motion for the men to keep their position, because what he saw could not be the truth. The woman standing before the Queen could not be Marian. Marian did not have magic, Marian was dead, he had witnessed it himself. Had witnessed how she bled out and how Robin tore himself to pieces over her death. Marian was dead and the only explanation for this was the someone took her form or maybe the Queen had something planned. But considering she had just been attacked by whoever took Marian's form that seemed unlikely.

With a quick scan Regina realized that Morgana's clothes were different from the one's she had worn when she first appeared in Storybrooke as Marian. There was only one logic deduction, "You followed me through the portal?"

Morgana taunted her with a smile, "What? Did you think I'd just let you do whatever you wanted? And destroy my chance at revenge? I don't think so." Her voice hissed and her volume was as clear as Regina.

"Morgana!"

John breathed a sigh of relief, he had known it couldn't have been Marian; still it was good to hear.

Regina levelled her gaze, "Morgana, do you have any idea, what you did?"

"Of course! I've seen it all coming together, remember? I planned this, for years and years."

"Really? Are you really ready to end this entire world, only to take revenge on me? This world will end, Morgana, everything will get pulled into this black hole! Are you really ready to go that far?" Regina looked at her almost pleadingly.

Morgana was surprise by that; her visions had not shown any the end of the world. But she regained her composure fast, "This world means nothing to me. Nothing at all! Tell me Regina; wouldn't you have done the same, if it meant taking vengeance from Snow White?"

The Queen hesitated, "Yes," she finally admitted, her voice softer. "I think I would have, but… Morgana, your son… He's part of this world."

Regina knew that no matter the depth of her hatred for Snow, she would never have sacrificed Henry for it. She would do anything for Henry – and Roland. She knew how it was to be a mother. Morgana had nurtured Roland for nine months in her womb, had given him life and loved and cared for him for a year.

Morgana shook her head stubbornly, "I don't care."

Regina wasn't sure she'd hear her right. Because that couldn't be true, a mother could never treat her child like… and then she remembered her own mother. How Cora gave up Zelena, because she was in her way to become Queen and how Cora never gave a loving word to Regina. How Cora made her witness crushing her first love's heart and how she used her to finally realize her dreams.

"Morgana… I understand. I do but…" Regina didn't understand how she couldn't care for her son.

"No you don't. You think you do, but you don't! You took everything from me and I promised to repay you for it," the words were spoken with such venom and hatred that Regina saw herself reflected in the other woman's eyes.

"All this, because I destroyed your chances to become Queen of Camelot?" Regina asked, but a growing sense of dread told her otherwise.

"Queen?" Morgana was besides herself, "I never cared about the throne."

It was like ice-cold water flooded her veins. She understood Morgana's pain, understood it so very well, "Arthur - you truly loved him."

Regina's voice had lost all fight. She did to Morgana what was done to her. Morgana and her… they were the same. She had destroyed her life the same way hers had been destroyed. Only she hadn't been an innocent child who believed a mother only wanted what was best for her child.

The Enchanted Forest – 5 years before the first Dark Curse

Pregnant… Morgana couldn't believe it. But after two months of missing her cycle there was hardly another explanation. And now that she's taken a potion to find out if it was possible, the truth reared its ugly head. And she had always been so careful, had always taken a potion to prevent pregnancy, but she must have missed it once. She didn't remember but she must have. The past years had been anything but pleasant and left her feeling stressed.

The universe was determined to conjure a meeting between Robin and the Queen – the Evil Queen by now – and Morgana had to be creative to keep Robin from doing something that would no doubt make the Queen take her search for him more seriously. His face was plastered on wanted posters, thankfully the Queen didn't care about anything but her stepdaughter. The royals insisted that Robin Hood, the thief that kept plundering from them, had to be seized, but as long as he didn't get in the Queen's way to find Snow White, she barely cared. Even so, it was still hard for Morgana to prevent a meeting.

Tension was always high with her, especially because she knew that every meeting between them would end the same way – a happy end for the Queen and the Thief. No matter what the scenario was that played in her vision, no matter how they met and no matter how bound he was by the promise he made to Marian, it ended the same way every time. He'd choose Regina, she'd leave the dark path of loneliness she had ventured down before and they lived happily ever and so forth.

And now she was pregnant with a child that she never wanted. If it had been Arthur's child… Morgana stopped her thoughts right there.

Robin was a good man, he didn't deserve what she was doing to him. Funny thing was, he was happy with her! She played her role perfectly and she'd be lying if she said she was in misery every second of every day. But her heart wasn't in it, it was still missing large pieces – pieces she tried to fill with revenge and hatred. She had supressed every thought of Camelot and the pain never lessened. Her desire to give into one vision of Arthur, of packing up and going to Camelot only got stronger. She only wanted to see Arthur, to see if he was happy, even if it wasn't with her.

Loud voices interrupted her thoughts and she pressed herself into the tree. Morgana hadn't realized how far away from the camp she had gotten. And she shouldn't have – not with that dark cold presence looming over her. The road was only a few meters away and she risked a glance to see that the soldiers were caring King George's crest. Her heart almost stopped when she recognized who was amongst them.

Lancelot! What was Arthur's most trusted men doing midst King George's knights?

She made her decision quickly. Lancelot was one of the last few men and she threw a stone at him. When he glanced around Morgana made sure that he'd catch a glimpse of her. His face changed into one of astonishment and shock. She was taking a risk, but she had to know how Arthur was. As she had hoped he stayed behind a bit and followed her into the woods.

"Lady Morgana!" Lancelot looked at her for a long time, as if he couldn't quite believe it. "We thought you dead!"

"You've sentenced me to it, if I remember correctly," she answered and couldn't keep the bitterness from her tone.

Lancelot didn't know what to respond to that, "Lady Morgana, you don't understand… Forgive me!" He bowed to her.

But Morgana didn't care about it.

"What are you doing here? Why aren't you with Arthur any longer?"

His eyes widen, "You haven't heard…?"

Her heart hammered in her chest, when his eyes filled with pity and pain. He didn't know how to tell the woman. Her eyes still spoke volumes of her feelings for Arthur.

Camelot – 8 years before the first Dark Curse

Lancelot regarded the king with worry. Since Morgana had been exposed as a witch, Arthur had changed. At first he was sure Morgana had bewitched him to ascend the throne. Lancelot wasn't that sure, the way Morgana had looked at him didn't seemed faked, but he didn't dare voice it.

Arthur looked worse with every passing day. Morgana would be executed today and Arthur got more nervous with every minute. Suddenly the king leaped from his seat and started to run like the hounds of hell were after him. Lancelot was the first to follow and soon the whole room was running after the king. It wasn't long and Lancelot knew where Arthur was running to.

Arthur reached the witch-burning in the same second when a darting flame took Morgana's form. Arthur screamed a blood-curling cry and sank to his knees. Lancelot and two other knights managed to get the king away before he drew too much attention.

Morgana's name fell from his lips time and time again with a broken voice. He started to babble incoherently and Lancelot understood enough to work out what happened. The king had felt it, felt her and he had tried to stop the execution before it was too late. And Lancelot couldn't help but think that the king was broken.

The Enchanted Forest – 5 years before the first Dark Curse

"He… he didn't take your death very well. The king became unstable," Lancelot avoided the word insane but in the end, that was what Arthur had been. "He regretted it, Lady Morgana. You have to believe me. But he lost his mind over killing you and he wasn't able to rein the country anymore. We couldn't keep his condition a secret from everyone and when Camelot was attacked… King George offered an alliance. We didn't have a choice…" Lancelot gulped. "Arthur… he fell in battle around one and a half year ago. Camelot has become part of King George's kingdom. I'm sorry."

Numbness overwhelmed Morgana, she stopped breathing and everything was void around her. Slowly she sank to the ground, she started to shake and pain wrapped her body in its tight grasp. Then she cried, tears of agony rolled down her cheeks and when Lancelot tried to reach out to offer comfort she slapped his hand away.

"Go! Go! Go!" she screeched and when she didn't stop yelling and hitting, Lancelot gave up and left the grieving woman.

It was a long time until the shaking stopped and Morgana sat on the cold ground simply staring in space with unseeing eyes. Why hadn't there been a vision? Why didn't she go back sooner? Why didn't she know? Sure, she had avoided anything that had to do with Camelot but still… Had her revenge blinded her to such extend?

The Queen would pay for what she did! Morgana got up and dusted her dress off. The Queen would suffer for all eternity, she would never find happiness and if it was the last thing Morgana did. The pain transformed to hatred, the tears to determination and never before had Morgana felt such deep hate. A hate that reached every corner of her soul. Her doubts, about Robin and the innocent life she carried in her womb were forgotten, she didn't need any more feelings when everything was overpowered by burning hate. Her next vision was of a clearness she didn't have since the first time she saw Robin and the Queen meet.

Robin and the Queen with her child in an unknown land, a blonde woman in the dungeon… Pieces fell together like a puzzle and Morgana smiled. She would have her revenge, the Queen would lose everything that meant something to her, Robin, the child and the other child as well eventually. She would see to that in time.

Morgana closed her eyes. She had to block everything out and not let the other's know something happened. Marian had no reason to be sad, she was a happy mother-to-be and when she made her way back to the camp she wondered how she would tell Robin she was carrying his child.

Storybrooke – 6 days before the second time-travel

The shock was slowing Regina down. Realizing she had destroyed this woman's life the same way Snow White destroyed hers, was killing Regina. She had even heard about King Arthur's demise but it hardly mattered to her and she had forgotten all about it, about how she had told a secret that took away someone else's love.

She was just like Snow White, only Snow White had been an innocent, naïve child who didn't know what consequences actions could have, a child who had learned that mother's loved their children and would never hurt them. Regina hadn't been like that, she had known better.

And she was just like Morgana, driven by rage and anger and hatred, sacrificing everything and everyone in the name of revenge… everyone but her son. Not even Roland could keep Morgana from her revenge. And Regina understood with clarity that as much as she had loved Daniel and as fiercely as she had believed him to be her one true love, he wasn't. He was her first love, maybe even a true love but he wasn't the Charming to her Snow White. She would have laughed at how preposterous the comparison was, but in that moment nothing really mattered.

"Morgana… I… I am sorry," her voice broke and a single tear broke free from her sorrowful eyes.

Morgana snorted, "We both know, that an apology isn't enough."

And Regina remembered Snow White's face, pleading for forgiveness, full of compassion and regret and empathy… No, apologies would never cut it.

"I'm sorry, I truly am, but I can't let you do this," Regina bit the tears down and looked at Morgana hard. "This world will not end because of me. I've done enough evil to last more life-times than I can count. I will stop you. You've had your revenge. You've kept me and Robin apart for years. This is where it ends!"

Morgana laughed loudly and the sound cut through the night, "You think that was it? That that was my vengeance? At the beginning maybe, but after finding out Arthur had to die, because of what you did… You will die here and this world will end with you knowing Robin would've picked Marian over you any day. You will die knowing that you would never have been his first choice, that you'll never be anyone's first choice. And it was so easy, Regina, so very easy to make him trust me and so very easy to make him fall for me. The damsel in distress, in dire need of a hero and strong and independent at the same and he was all over me. I had to spend years pretending to be someone else and then his posse of unwashed cave men… And I had to pretend to be one of them. Laugh about their bad jokes, dance around the camp fire and sleep in the forest. Disgusting bunch, all of them! And your soulmate " she spat the word as if it was poison, "… he was the worst of them all. Oh so righteous and generous, how he…"

Regina had enough, the hot rage in her gut was boiling over and she took one single quick step and laid all her power and anger in the punch she delivered in the other woman's face. Before Morgana could get up, her feet were tangling over the ground and Regina was chocking her.

"Don't talk about him like that," Regina warned.

Morgana grinned and shoved both arms up front, the magic from her fingers caused Regina to be flung back and she hit the ground hard. She rolled to the side to avoid the fireball and without catching a breath tossed one at Morgana. The women exchanged blows and tried to throw the other into the rift. Regina could feel Morgana gaining the upper hand. The rift was no more than two meter away and Regina worried she'd lose her footing. Morgana's next move threw Regina back and the rift came closer and closer. Regina thought of Robin and Henry and Roland, of Snow White and Neal and David and Gold and white magic flew from her fingertips and Regina changed directions so that she missed the rift. She picked herself up and got the next fireball ready, but Morgana had stopped all movements. A gasp left her lips and her hand went to her stomach, she lifted it up and looked at the blood on it almost in wonder. An arrow had pierced her from behind. Regina didn't have time to scrutinise the circumstances, Morgana had to be alive when she jumped in the rift. Regina ran to her and grabbed at her, thrusting the other woman into the rift. Morgana screamed but the second the rift took possession of her body, all noise was cut off. The darkness devoured Morgana and Regina sank to the floor in front of the rift, her breathing erratic.

The arrow! She scrambled to her feet.

"Explain!" Regina was faced with Robin's right hand man. His bow was drawn with an arrow ready to be released. More and more Merry Men appeared from the bushes or made their way down the trees. Regina would have cussed but she was too tired and too drained for any of it. She was barely able to stand on her feet.

"How long have you been here?" she finally asked.

"No!" John shook his head. "You'll explain."

"The black rift behind me… it's going to destroy the world unless we stop it," Regina said tiredly and a wave of dizziness hit her so hard, she fell down on her arse ungracefully.

John hesitated for only a moment. He dropped the bow and reached the Queen's side, "Are you alright?"

Her jaw literally fell open when John asked her and looked over her body for injuries. Why would he care or even trust her?

The Queen didn't appear to have sustained grave injuries – a few scratches, most likely she had fractured a rip from her hard fall and some light burns. John still wasn't sure what had compelled him to release that arrow earlier, only the feeling that Marian – or Morgana was the greater danger leading him. They had heard every word that was spoken and horror and disbelief had paralysed everyone for a while. Little John had known Marian for a long time, they had laughed, saved one another, sat by the fire and talked, drank, danced and sang, he didn't believe that woman was her, but the way she had talked…

"Who was that woman?" he asked quietly and offered the Queen his help.

She stiffened and got up without taking his hand. "How long have you been here?"

"From the start."

Regina closed her eyes for a fracture of a second, "I'm sorry."

"That couldn't have been Marian and you kept calling her Morgana, who was she, where did she come from?"

Regina debated how much she should tell them, the men already knew too much, time was running out and she was weak. The Morgana of this time was most likely still in the Diner and Regina had already wasted too much time, she glanced at the rift. She needed help. So she stared to explain rapidly, about Emma's travel to the past, Marian and Morgana, the Snow Queen and her travel back.

"So, Marian never existed, she was always Morgana… and you are from the future?" John was pale.

"I'm sorry," Regina offered again. She was sorry, sorry that Morgana had deceived all of them on her account, sorry that they lost someone they considered a friend like that.

John nodded.

"I need your help," Regina said finally. "I know this is a lot to take but the rift won't stay open for much longer and Morgana, the one from this time, she has to go with me. If not it was all for nothing and the rift will expand. I can't go into town; I already exist in this time and…"

It was Friar Tuck who helped ease her mind, "We understand, Your Majesty. John, we need to bring Marian here."

"You cannot let it show. She cannot suspect any foul play," Regina said intently.

"Got it," John shouldered his bow. "I'll bring her here. I've known Mar… her the longest."

"I'll come with you," a young black man – Samuel, Regina though dimly – said. "Roland's there. The boy shouldn't witness any of this."

"Thank you," Regina said with relief.

The men nodded and turned to leave.

"Why do you trust me? I could be lying," Regina asked before she could stop herself.

"We've heard enough, You Majesty. Besides…" John looked over his shoulder, "….Robin trusts you."

"Thank you," Regina repeated.

"No reason to thank us yet, Your Majesty," John replied.

"My name…" the Queen said slowly and she gave them a hesitant smile, "… my name is Regina."

R&R


So? Did poor John make up for what he said in the other future?

Tell me what you think!

Outlaw Queen starting next chapter, I promise!