Our bed is in flower,
bound round with linking dens of lions,
hung with purple,
built up in peace,
and crowned with a thousand shields of gold.
They were lying together in their room, Regina's head on Robin's bare chest.
"So," he sighed, "a new curse. Back to Storybrooke."
"There's no way around it, Robin."
He seemed to ponder it for a minute and then sat up so suddenly, he accidently knocked her to the other side of the bed, "Wait a minute. That means you have to kill the thing you love the most! Is this your way of telling me my impending death is near?"
Regina recovered and sat up by him. "Robin, you are my beloved, you always will be, but the thing I love the most . . ."
" . . . is Henry, " he finished for her.
She nodded, "And the thing you love the most is Roland."
"They were our loves after we lost our firsts."
"Yes."
Robin frowned, "So . . . who?"
"Snow and Charming."
"Oh my God. Charming!"
"There's no other choice. Snow is carrying his child and . . ."
"Oh my God," he repeated. "He's really willing to do it?"
If it wasn't so serious, Regina would have rolled her eyes, "He's noble, and unselfish, selfless enough to do it for all. The alternative . . ."
"Is that Zelena will complete her plan and then . . ."
"And then we're doomed anyways."
Robin shook his head.
"It's what we call a "Catch-22" in Storybrooke," Regina explained.
"And he's willing?" Robin asked.
Regina nodded.
"That man is a saint."
"Or an idiot." She inhaled, exhaled, then, "I'm going to do it."
"I know," Robin replied. "You have to." He took her chin in his hands, "Regina, will we remember, still be together?"
"Of course," she nodded. "The different identities were an element I created in the last curse because I wanted revenge. This time it will just be a transport. I will make sure of that when I brew it." She kissed him, "We will remember everything, just wake up in my mansion together, and then be safe from what Zelena wishes to do."
"So she won't come?"
"She will, but we'll have her. Put her in jail. I'll make sure she can't use her magic."
"Alright," Robin sighed deeply. "Roland . . ."
"We'll do it at night, so Roland will be asleep," Regina soothed.
"Very well. " He took her in her arms. "We'll get through this, Beloved, as we always do . . . together."