- This will be short but meaningful.
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"MY LITTLE PRINCE"
The young boy's memories had not yet returned since this had been the side effect of Regina's undoing. They had to give him time and let them flow naturally, or accept it if they never did. Her price to pay was loosing Henry, the thing she loved most, just like she had sacrificed her own father for the curse.
Emma had found a beautiful lavender dress waiting for her in her bedchamber. The sight of lace, encrusted jewels and an ample skirt made her eyebrow raise in disapproval. Regina had come with her and chuckled at the blonde's expression.
"That belonged to your mother." - The brunette said to her beloved.
"I believe you." - The princess answered and sighed deeply.
"I would pay to see you in a dress." - Regina said as she moved to pick the dress from the bed and held it in front of Emma, imagining her in the glittery mess. "Now that would make quite a sight."
"Your fortune isn't big enough." - Emma answered rolling her eyes.
"There are other ways." - The brunette whispered sensually into Emma's ear.
In a quick waving of Regina's hand a purple mist encircled the blonde, changing her jeans and jacket for the girly dress.
"You really are evil." - The blonde mumbled with embarrassment at the flirtatious vibe in Regina's close approach.
"You have no idea..." - The brunette was still speaking when Emma completed her lines saying "what I'm capable of" and raising her eyebrow at the lady in purple blazer and black pants.
"Your turn." - Emma said pointing to the mayoral outfit the brunette was still wearing.
The purple smoke covered Regina and when it faded away the picture it revealed left the blonde with her mouth open in awe. Long wavy hair was hanging loosely behind her back and a romantic crown braid adorned the brunette's head. The skintight long dress was confected out of purple velvet, hugging her waist with a luxurious corset embroidered in black with lace and some gold accents added the final touch making her curves all the more alluring. Regina didn't need to show cleavage with this elegant dress to make any man drool at the sight of her, what made Emma grateful not being one or the way she felt about the sensual regal look would be too embarrassingly obvious to the lady smiling proudly at her.
They were holding each other's steady gaze with growing intensity when Henry came from the small living room at the side, where a fireplace burned wood to keep their chambers warm. He was excited to show them his victorian style outfit.
"How do I look?" - The little gentleman asked both of his mothers as he turned around smiling widely.
"I want to borrow that, kid. Let's trade." - Emma joked around with the boy.
"I don't think it fits you. Besides, I am not the princess." - The green-eyed brunette answered smartly.
"Savior, please." - The blonde muttered and glared playfully at Henry.
"What do you think?" - He turned to ask Regina, who was looking at him with a mixture of melancholy and pride.
Regina came closer to Henry and put her hands gently over his shoulders, she took a long look at his features and the elegant outfit he was displaying. She moved her right hand down the boy's chest and rested it over his heart, clearing her throat to answer.
"Just like I always imagined, my little prince." - Her words came out in a gentle whisper and were the trigger to Henry's memories, which finally made their way back into the young boy's consciousness. His eyes started tearing and he jumped into an embrace with the brunette, who was immensely happy to feel his warmth once again.
"Mom!" - The little prince said between sobs.
They held each other in their arms for a long time until the knocking on their door broke the silence. It was Tinker Bell who had come to let them know they should be heading to the dinning table and have dinner with The Queen and some of their old friends anxiously waiting for them.