And a double-update today :) I thought since you've been waiting so long.. Why not give you another one ?! Just finished this a second ago. I didn't proof read this but I don't think there are too many mistakes.
Have fun!
- xo, your np

It took Snow an entire two hours longer to get back to the palace with Regina and her horse in tow. She'd tied the woman to her steed with another rope and firmly held the reins of Rocinante in her hand. She remembered how Regina had come to save her on this very horse many years ago. She would've never thought what would happen after. Naively helping Cora destroy her daughter's life, Regina killing her father and banning her from the kingdom, meeting David and falling in love.
She had been 10 when Regina had saved her; now she was almost 25 and a hell of a lot of things had happened in the last 15 years.
Still she wondered. Could things have ended differently? Until she was 18 she had been living under the same roof as Regina and things hadn't always been bad. Yes, the woman hated her for what she'd done but there were days she had been a great friend to young Snow as well. Days were it seemed like Regina had shortly forgotten why she hated the young girl. There were times they'd both felt like family; she was sure it hadn't been one-sided. Their relationship had been forced but sometimes it had been more. Like the night when she was 11 and woke from a nightmare in the middle of the night. It had been Regina who'd calmed her down and stayed with her until she'd fallen asleep once again. Or the day before her first official ball. She'd just turned 16 and was terribly excited and afraid of the occasion. It had been Regina who had talked her through the traditions and customs of such a ball again and again; Regina who practiced dancing with her until she wasn't afraid she'd step on anyone's feet. And it had been her who did her hair the next day and helped her into the complicated dress. She blushed when she remembered the huge crush she'd had on her stepmother for three long years. It had only ended when she discovered that the woman had murdered her father in his sleep… Snow's features hardened. They'd finally reached the palace. It would not do any good to dwell in the past. Regina had probably long forgotten every tender moment they'd shared. She should take a leaf out of her book and forget as well. Soon she would be married to David and they'd be a happy family – without Regina.

Regina had stayed silent through the long ride – she'd actually dozed off for a good twenty minutes; she had been tired, bound to her horse and there really hadn't been much else she could do – she wouldn't have known what to talk about anyway.
When they'd finally left Morgana's former dominion, she'd tried to use her magic to free herself and teleport back to her castle, just to find out that these weren't just ordinary ropes. They must've been infused with an anti-magic spell. She'd almost chuckled aloud when she'd noticed her predicament. It was just her rotten luck to be captured by the love of her life. She still wondered who'd sent Snow that weird dream she'd accused her of being the origin. But who beside her father had known where she was headed to? She'd think about that later. Now, they were riding into the city and towards the palace.
She felt the stares of the people as they rode by. It didn't take long until the first started chanting "Burn her!" or "Let her rot in hell!". The worst was that she couldn't really blame them for it. She HAD been a horrible person after all. She HAD burned fields and houses, killed innocent people… How could they know that she wasn't really the Evil Queen they so resented?
It didn't take much longer before the first food rests were thrown at her and she noticed how Snow sped up the horses to get them through the crowd.
When a stone connected hard with her temple though, Regina couldn't stop her pained outcry.
She watched as Snow's head snapped around and the green eyes landed on her face.
Then the young queen brought the horses to a halt and looked through the crowd.
"I know she wronged many if not most of you," Snow raised her voice so everyone understood her. "But this is no reason, nor does it give you the right, to throw things at her!"
Regina couldn't see her face, but her voice sounded positively angry.
"The next person to throw anything at her," she drawled out. "Is throwing it at me and will be judged for treason."
Regina saw the inhabitants of the town sink their heads in shame and felt the horses start to move again. This was a day full of surprises.

"Snow!" David met Snow in front of the palace. Regina lifted her head as good as she could and saw the blond man running up to them.
Snow jumped off her horse and David took her into his arms.
"I was starting to worry," Regina heard the man whisper into Snow's long hair. "Why is the Evil Queen with you?" he asked upon noticing Regina bound to a dark horse, his nose wrinkling in disgust.
"I think she tricked me into meeting her," Snow stated, her green eyes landing on Regina as well. "With magic not working in the area it was frighteningly easy to capture her. She didn't even put up a struggle."
David raised a brow at his soon-to-be-wife's words. He agreed with Snow. It had to be a trap. And he was not happy his love had walked into it relatively unprepared and unarmed.
He waved his hand at one of the guards in the courtyard. The man quickly hurried over to serve his prince.
"Throw her into a cell and be sure it is heavily guarded 24/7," he ordered the man who nodded dutifully, eager to be the one who brought in the fearsome Evil Queen herself. His buddies would be flabbergasted when he locked her up in her cell.
He took the reins from his queen and led the horse to the stables.
There he untied her from the steed and called a stable hand to attend to the horse while he roughly pulled the woman after him and into the cold and dank dungeons.

Regina had been in her cell for a while. She didn't know how much time had passed but she wagered it had been two or three hours. All the while thinking of a way to get out of this mess. She wished she had her magic. The ties on her hands were starting to hurt as well. She hoped they would take them off or at least loosen them soon. She was sure the cell itself was warded against magic anyways.
She heard steps climb down the stairs to the dungeons and soon found herself face to face with a freshly dressed Snow who had exchanged her riding gear for a light blue dress. She looked stunning.
The young queen opened the door of the cell and stepped inside; Regina noticed she had several items in one of her hands. A piece of cloth, a jug of water and a glass bottle with a beige cream inside of it.
Snow took the few steps to her and gestured to the items.
"I brought these to clean the cut on your cheek," Snow said, slowly dipping the cloth into the water. Then she raised her hand and began gently dabbing on Regina's face.
She was so close that Regina could smell the soap she'd used to wash her hair. It was the same she had always used back in the Enchanted Forest, its scent a concoction of different flowers. She inhaled deep and relished in the touch of the woman's warm hands on her face. It really was cold in here.
When Snow was done cleaning the wound, she dipped her finger into the cream and rubbed a copious amount onto the cut.
"All done," she quietly said. It had surprised her that Regina had let her help her without opposition. It was weird and she knew she was probably imagining things, but the Regina in front of her seemed a lot like the girl that had saved her and not like the Evil Queen that had been hunting her for almost 7 years now.
"Snow," Regina softly said, drawing the young woman's attention back to the present. "I…" Regina wanted to say something else but decided against it in the last second. "Thank you," she finally just said, giving her a grateful smile.
Snow only stared at her. She didn't find words, nor did she understand anything right now. Regina hated her, right? Why was she so unlike herself today? Why was she so… kind?
"You're welcome, I guess," Snow eventually answered before lowering her eyes and noticing Regina's still bound hands. She nimbly opened the knot with her fingers and saw the relief in the dark brown eyes when the rope fell to the floor. Suddenly a hand clasped her own and she was about to curse herself for her imprudence when a finger softly stroked over her wrist. She felt a tingle run through her skin at the caress and hastily pulled her hand away, looking at Regina with big green eyes full of confusion and hurt. "I should get going," she stammered out, fleeing the dungeons.

It was not fair of the woman, touching her like this, making old buried feelings bubble up inside of her once again. She could not feel like this. She would be marrying charming tomorrow. His child was growing inside of her. They were a family. He was her true love.
Still she found herself lying on their huge bed, covers pulled over her and tears running down her cheeks. "Why now?" she whispered to herself. She was pretty sure by now that Regina had tricked her for exactly that reason. She must've noticed the crush Snow had had on her – still had, buried deep in her hurting heart – and decided to wreak havoc on her the day before her wedding. It was very likely that a three-year long crush hadn't gone unnoticed by her former stepmother. And it seemed now she was hell-bent to destroy her happiness with Charming. It was all she'd ever wanted since Daniel had died in her arms after all.
Why did her heart have to betray her like this?

Regina heard the wedding bells in her cell. They were mocking her with their glee and there was nothing she could do, being trapped in a cell in the dungeons. She moved into the corner of her uncomfortable cot and pulled her knees to her chest. She wished there was a way to just switch off her feelings. Hearing the wedding bells, knowing that the love of her life was marrying someone else, knowing what would probably happen later that night in the royal bedchambers – it was just too much. She buried her head in between her knees and felt the hot wet tears running down her cold cheeks. "I miss you, baby," she softly whispered, thinking of the Snow she'd left behind in Storybrooke.

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