To whom it belongs
A Captain Swan Short
Chapter 4
As she was about to hit the floor she felt an arm underneath her. It was Robin's.
"Why did you stop?" he asked, voice tense. He looked around expecting to see signs of danger.
"There's um," Regina stammered. She was actually flustered. Imagine that, the Evil Queen, flustered! If Cora were still live she would surely be disappointed in her daughter.
"There's a strong presence of magic here. My guess is that it's coming from that room there."
She pointed to a chestnut brown door. Its rustic appearance stood apart from the other doors, making Regina uneasy. Why was it so obvious? Her eyes caught sight of a small engraving above the door knob. It looked like an anchor. She didn't peg the Wicked Witch to be much of a sea person. She thought she would much rather prefer flying brooms to rickety ships.
Robin looked to the door and then back to Regina. His eyes traced her face and settled briefly on her dark red lips. He caught himself and returned his gaze back to her eyes. He coughed.
"Well as much I enjoy having a beautiful woman in my arms, I think it best we keep moving. We don't know when the witch will be back."
Regina realized that she was still being held up by Robin. She quickly stood up and brushed her jacket off. She straightened herself and held her head up. Without another word she walked to the door and slowly opened it.
The inside was a very confusing sight. Regina furrowed her eyebrows as she took in her surroundings. Everything was made of wood. On the walls hung pictures of the ocean and atop of the tables were compasses and maps.
"I would never have taken our witch to be much of a sailor." Robin stated, clearly as confused as Regina.
Regina smiled despite herself. She had thought the same thing. It was interesting how this True Love thing worked.
She walked around the room slowly. The air smelled like salt water. She recognized this enchantment. She had used it many times to soothe Henry as a baby. As she started to draw up a memory from his childhood, her eyes landed on a small chest peeking out from beneath the bed. She walked over to it, Robin right behind her. As she crouched down to retrieve the chest, Robin allowed himself to steal a glance of her back. The sweet moment was gone all too soon as Regina stood back up and placed the chest on the table.
The chest was locked but with no ordinary human contraption. It was locked with blood magic. Regina smirked. She was actually thankful to be Zelena's sister if it meant she could break some of the strongest spells. With a single touch the lid sprang open. What was inside it made her stomach churn.
She heard Robin inhale sharply.
"Is that a-"Robin started.
"Yes," she confirmed. She lifted the possession to eye level. The red light shone brightly in the darkness of the room.
"It's a heart."