Snow woke to an empty bed and immediate confusion. It took her a moment to recall the strange events of the last day – appearing in this different world where everything was new and scary. The only comfort she could take from it all was that Regina was there with her.

But Regina wasn't acting like herself and it had taken Snow a little while to figure out she looked different, looked older. She was also wearing clothing that was unrecognizable to her, as was everyone else she had seen so far.

Still she was the only thing Snow had to cling to.

When Regina had left her alone in that other room to sleep, she had been unable to in such odd surroundings. This may be a castle in this world, but it was nothing like home. Finally, she had snuck out of bed and down the hallway to the room Regina had been in before. She had gotten onto the bed hoping that maybe she could sleep there or that when Regina returned she could help her from being so scared.

Despite her asking earlier if Regina would read her a story, she had hoped maybe if she was still awake when Regina returned that perhaps she would get a story after all. She liked having Regina read to her before bed. It reminded her of when her own mother would do it.

Finally she could stay awake no longer and when she woke she saw the other side of the bed had been turned down and she wondered if Regina had slept there and if she had, where was she now.

She sat up in bed, tucking her knees up against her body and hugging them. Surely Regina would be coming back, or if not, the attendant woman Emma would come to prepare her for the day.

Emma was sitting at the table as Regina prepared some breakfast. She sipped at her coffee and watched the other woman work. It wasn't as if this was the first time she had seen Regina working in the kitchen, but she could tell despite her concentration Regina was still tense over yesterday's incident.
It was the little things, like how she moved around getting the different ingredients that were like glaring signs to Emma. Others probably wouldn't have noticed, but Emma felt like she had a pretty good grasp on Regina's mannerisms by now.

Emma had said good morning to her when she first came downstairs, but all Regina said in return was that the spell that turned Snow into a child hadn't worn off over night.

That had prompted Emma to ask Regina if she thought that it would just wear off eventually, to which Regina answered that she wasn't that lucky of a person. Emma could tell the other woman hadn't gotten much sleep and she worried about this going on too long and not just for her mother's sake.

"You are probably going to have to physically go upstairs and get your mother," Regina said.

"Oh, yeah, she probably didn't get the chance to memorize the layout here or anything."

"It's not that," Regina replied. "She's a princess so there is an expectation that she doesn't just get up on her own in the mornings. It would be an attendant's job to see that she is awake, bathed and dressed before bringing her breakfast to her."

"You have got to be kidding me."

Regina actually smiled at her. "I am not. Royal life tends to be very structured in many ways. Attendants know their jobs and know when they are expected to perform them."

"Again we have to stop with this whole attendant bullshit."

"You do realize that if I had made better choices in life, you would be like her. You would be a princess and you would have the same expectations that she has in regards to others waiting on you hand and foot. You wouldn't be the independent woman that you are now," Regina said. "You would constantly be around attendants or guards and your life really wouldn't be your own."

"Is that how it was for you?" Emma asked. "I mean you were royalty too even before you were queen right?"

"I didn't have nearly the number of attendants that your mother had."

"Ok, but I still don't get it. What exactly does an attendant do – I mean were they like slaves or something?"

"No. They were paid," she replied. "An attendant is sort of like a personal assistant. Their job is to make sure that things are running as they should. For instance, I had an attendant, her name was Maria, and she would make sure I was up in the morning and dressed …"

"Alright, stop there," Emma said. "Did she physically help you dress?" She quickly told her about helping Snow put her on her clothes for bed the night before, leaving out the part about the talk of magic.

"Yes, she would help me get dressed like that. Some of the clothes from back home were difficult to maneuver in." Regina sighed and turned off the griddle where she was preparing to make pancakes before taking a seat at the table with Emma. "Think of it this way, we didn't have indoor plumbing so someone would have to draw a warm bath – that would be the attendant's job. If I had to go to court or we had other royalty visit it would be expected that I would wear better clothing. Often my mother would come in to my room the night before, pick out what she wanted me to wear and instruct the attendant to make sure I was wearing it and how to do my hair. If I had not come downstairs and been presentable as instructed I might get yelled at by my mother but the true punishment would fall on the attendant who didn't follow orders. It wouldn't have mattered if I was just being stubborn and purposely didn't do what my mother wanted, the attendant would still be punished. I went through several before I learned that lesson. But I liked Maria. She was kind."

Emma noticed an almost wistful expression from Regina for just a moment and knowing what she knew of Cora, she doubted that Regina had been free of any punishments.

"Many times since you were around your attendant so much they sort of became like friends at times," Regina continued.

"Was that kosher? You know, royalty and the servants being tight like that?"

"It depended on the circumstances. While the attendants were mine, I wasn't their boss while under my father's household. They reported to my mother so I was for the most part careful about how I interacted with them."

"You said for the most part. I take it that means you weren't always careful."

"No, I wasn't," Regina said looking down at the table.

Emma waited, hoping that Regina would open up to her but instead she stood and went back to getting ready to cook the pancakes. "Like I said you should go upstairs and get her down here."

"Ok," Emma said.

She got to the door when Regina said, "she's not in the guest room, she's in my room."

Emma was about to ask why but with Regina's back turned toward her, she thought better of it.

Still she had enjoyed having Regina sit down and talk with her, opening up to her. She felt like they really were getting closer every day, and not just because Regina had been teaching her magic. Again, she wished things had been different between their families, but seeing how things were with Regina and little Snow she doubted that would ever really happen.

Going up the stairs, she wondered why Snow was in Regina's room and why if she had been in the room did Regina just not bring her downstairs when she got up. Maybe that wasn't the queen kind of thing to do.

Getting to the top of the stairs she knocked on Henry's door, waited a moment and then opened it up. He was surprisingly dressed already.

"Why don't you hurry up and get downstairs and give your mom a hug or something before your grandmother gets down there," she said to him.

"This is odd, even for us, you know that right?"

"Oh believe me, I am well aware."

He left the room while she headed to get her mother. She again knocked on the door before entering. Snow, who had been huddled up on the bed quickly got off of it. "It's about time Emma," Snow said, in a rather haughty tone that almost made Emma turn around and leave the girl to her own devices.

"Where are my clothes?'

"Um, hold on a moment," Emma said. She rushed back to the guest room and picked up the dress that Snow had been wearing when she was transformed and then hurried back to the impatient princess.

"I wore that yesterday," Snow said as if Emma was too stupid to know that.

"It's all we have right now. We can get some more clothes today, but for now, this is all we have," Emma said.

"That is unacceptable. Bring me something proper to wear."

"Would like me to ask Regina to use her magic to make you some thing different to wear?" Emma said with a smile.

Emma almost felt bad when she saw a look of fear cross her mother's face, but she had to wonder if it was fear of magic in general or fear involving Regina using magic. She thought again about what Snow had said the night before about how angry her father would be if he knew Regina used magic.

Snow came toward her and snatched the dress from her hand. "Don't call her that. She is queen."

"Yes your majesty," Emma said rolling her eyes the moment Snow had turned from her.

She waited for Snow to dress – something she didn't have to be an active participant thankfully – and then led her down the stairs. As they entered the kitchen Snow went directly over to Regina, who was flipping over a pancake.

"Emma isn't a very good servant. You should have her reassigned to the scullery."

She said it loud enough that Emma heard her, which was her intention. Regina glanced back at Emma who threw up her hands in frustration and then took her seat at the table.

"There is no scullery here, at least not like back home. And I am sure Miss Swan is an adequate attendant."

"She gave me the same clothes to wear that I was wearing yesterday."

"Yes, well, we didn't have any clothes here for you. After breakfast Emma would love to take you shopping to get some other clothing," Regina said as she put three pancakes on a plate and handed it to Snow. "Go sit down and eat."

"Emma should be cooking, not you," Snow mumbled as she walked over to the table. She gave Emma a look but didn't say anything else as she sat down. Henry already had his plate of food and Snow looked over at it and Emma could tell the girl was itching to say something about Henry eating at the table or maybe she was offended that Henry was eating before her.

She sat there sulking while Emma was given her plate and until Regina sat down at the far end of the table from her.

Snow continued to sit there staring at her plate. "Emma, why don't you add some syrup to her pancakes," Regina suggested and when Snow looked up at her. "It will make them taste better, I promise."

Once Emma did that Snow took her first bite. That seemed to be enough for her to continue eating. They were almost done when there was a knock at the door.

"That's probably David," Regina said to Emma, who got up to answer the door.

A moment later Emma came back in followed by Charming who was not only wearing his sword but also pushing the stroller with Neal in it.

"A baby," Snow said excitedly as she got down from her chair and approached the stroller. "Can I hold him?"

"Of course," David said.

"Perhaps in the other room where she can sit on the couch first," Regina suggested.

They all moved into the room, except for Regina, who had started clearing the dishes. Emma thought she should have helped, but she kind of wanted to see her now young mom hold her baby brother.

Emma wasn't sure how long they stayed there. At first Snow held on to Neal on the couch and Henry wanted to take a picture of it, so they had to explain to her a little that she had just had to sit still while Henry took it. They showed it to her and she was a little afraid at first thinking it was magic, but they explained to her there was no magic involved. While she still seemed skeptical she didn't freak out like Emma was worried she might.

When Neal got a little fussy David put down a blanket on the floor and laid him down and Snow sat down there with him playing.
Emma hadn't noticed Regina come in – or more specifically – come in as far as the entryway where she had stopped and was watching Snow with an unreadable expression on her face.

Somehow Snow must have sensed her audience as she turned toward Regina. "Do you think father and you will have a child? I would love to have a little brother."

Emma watched as Regina took a step backward, almost as if she had been physically struck and maybe in a way she had been. She paused only a moment before retreating back into the kitchen, Emma right behind her.

Regina didn't stop until she was facing the counter, both hands spread out and holding onto it as if she needed it to keep upright.

"Are you ok?" Emma asked.

"Get her out of here," she said.

"Regina …"

"Now Miss Swan," Regina said, turning to face her. "I want her out of my house now."

"She doesn't know any better," Emma said.

"Yet you did," Regina said. "You knew better than to touch things in my vault, but you just couldn't help yourself. This is on you. Now take her from my house, so that I can work to fix this."

Emma thought about saying something else but she didn't. Instead she left, hoping that Regina did indeed find a way to fix this.