Having initially thought the idea crazy, Regina needed a little coaxing in order to get on board with running away together. Sure she was attracted to the blonde, but she had never gone as far to say she loved her. At least, not yet, the idea not completely off the table. Regina felt her stomach clench at the thought.
She remembered the fact her mother had made sure to get rid of her last love, Daniel, having used her powers of persuasion to lure the human's boat into a large rock, leaving no survivors. She wouldn't put it past her mother to do the same to Emma, which scared her most of all.
So, here Regina was, waiting inside a tavern for the blonde's arrival. They had planned to meet there with their things and were going to stowaway on a pirate's ship that night. Regina had heard the tale of Captain Hook's ship, the Jolly Roger, and noticed that it comes to dock in their town every full moon. So, they planned on hiding on the ship and sailing with the crew to wherever they were heading, just to escape their lives and be together.
Regina scoffed to herself at the cliché of a story. She knows better than to believe in hope like that. No, that was not theirstory. Emma and hers' story consisted of becoming wenches on the captain's ship in order to pay for transportation to their first stop, Neverland. She had heard rumors of the place and often dreamed of going to the land, where she could escape her mother and never grow old.
The woman noticed a flash of blonde hair at the main door of the tavern and was disappointed when it wasn't her blonde's long, wavy locks. She liked the sound of that. Her blonde. Emma.
As the night went on, there was stillno sign of the blonde anywhere and Regina was torn between feeling abandoned and fearing for the girl's life. She much rather it be that the blonde stood her up, having been used to being let down on numerous occasions. She could cope with that. What she would not be able to cope with, however, would be if the blonde was caught sneaking away to see her. Regina would feel far too guilty for getting the blonde in trouble, or worse, costing her, her life.
Regina flinched at the thought, trying to distract her mind from such ideas. No. Her blonde, Emma, was fine. She was safe. She was just…late.
Hours went by and dusk was approaching rapidly, Emma having never showed. Regina was no longer fearing for the blonde or feeling sorry for herself. Instead, the brunette was fuming with anger.
Standing abruptly from her stool, she stormed out of the tavern and ran all the way to the ocean, salty tears in her eyes. After diving head first and gaining her tail again, she was on a mission to cause chaos. Something about that night just broke the mermaid and she was out for revenge. Against kings, against queens, against human, and mostly against Emma Swan.
Regina took notice of a boat off in the distance, two figures on board. Swimming as fast as she could, she adorned an evil smirk and flipped the object, effectively drowning the two figures.
No longer was she this timid, little mermaid. Now she was determined to rage havoc on all that challenge her or threaten to get in her way. No more crying, no more tears. No more controlling, manipulative mothers. Just her and what she wants, for once.
And the list of her wants starts with…the king and queen's head on a stake. A menacing smile crept up the siren's face as she dove, once again, into the water, creating waves from the splashing of her tail.
'Yes, this is going to be a fun ride.'