It all remained so similar – and yet it's so different. The first feeling her heart catches – it's the smell, untouched and earthy, after all those years.
Ground covered of straw, the stables where Daniel died haven't changed – she has, now she is no more the scared, powerless, weak young girl – now she is the almighty sorceress, the merciless, evil ruler…
Her ring turns endlessly, as she remembers that night.
Snow's voice.
She turns, Snow lifts her hands.
Folding the purple gown, she is every bit the queen – and yet she's not…
Almost tired – she wants to end this.
"Follow me."