Just a little something inspired by last night's episode. SPOILER ALERT!
She was still reeling, still trying to grasp the fact that the lion tattoo on his forearm meant that he was supposed to be her true love as she heard a loud 'Papa' echoing over the clearing and her eyes snapped up, a smile tilting her mouth up as he saw the small figure stumbling towards the group. But then her eyes fell on Robin, crouching down and mimicking to shoot an arrow, the small child jumping up and down in joy while Robin was flaying his arms around, both their laughter reverberating through the air and then the boy jumped into his father's arms, his small arms coming around Robin's neck and hugging him tightly.
He had a son.
He was married.
She lost her chance.
It felt as if someone had just sucker-punched her, the air whooshing out of her lungs. All these strange feelings when it came to him ... thinking she already knew him from somewhere ... feeling this strange connection ... it had all been because he was meant to be with her.
But she had ruined everything by not going to him all this time ago when Tink had pointed him out to her. She had been afraid. And she ran. Letting her probably only chance at happiness slide through her fingers.
You didn't just ruin your life. You ruined his.
Tink had been wrong. He looked happy. He had a family. A wife. A son.
The pixie dust must have gotten it wrong this time. He wasn't her true love. She felt the sharp stab as if someone had driven a knife through her heart and she turned around, blinking her eyes, chastising herself for being so foolish to even believe for a second she, the Evil Queen, might find love again.
Greg Mendell had been right.
Villains didn't get happy endings.