Chapter 10, Regina
I followed my sister up to her room, knocking lightly on the door to let her know I was there before entering. Dakota sat on her bed, her knees pulled to her chest and her face hidden in her knees. Her shoulders were shaking as if she was crying. It hurt me to see her like that.
I slowly walked to her and sat next to her, wrapping my arms around my sister and pulling her into a hug, she didn't seem to notice. But that was all I could do. I just sat there, petting her hair and hushing her until she eventually fell asleep, still crying. I needed to find out what happened to her, to know her story so I wouldn't say the wrong things and upset her. Henry's book seemed like a legit place to start so I left my sisters room, careful not to wake her. I then headed to Henry's room and entered it. It didn't take long for me to find the book, it was always lying somewhere near his bed as he often read it as a nighttime story.
I took the book with me to my room where I sat down on my bed and opened it. There wasn't a tittle page so there was nothing to do but go through the whole book and find any mention of the daughter of the red queen.
Hours passed before I finally found something that seemed to be about my mother and I hoped that it would say something about Dakota to. The story was about how my mother got the power over Wonderland and ruled as, quote; "A queen more evil than her daughter was". Good to know I wasn't the worse evil queen in this book...
But there were no mentioned of the Red queen getting a boyfriend or a child, maybe it hadn't been relevant enough to the curse to be in the book. But that didn't make any sense, the book spoke about all my weak spots to give the savior every weapon to defeat me. And I had always been close and protective towards my family, even to a sister I didn't even know I had. So it made no sense for her to not be in the book!
I threw the book across the room with a frustrated growl, I needed to know everything and there only seemed to be one person in this town who knew even a little about her past. Great, I had to talk to a mad person.