William: Kevin McKidd (Young)
Ivar: Alex Høgh Andersen
Regina was silent the entire time they walked back to their makeshift camp to get the others and bring them to Giselle's war camp. Emma didn't even try to talk to her. She knew Regina's head was spinning right now. Giselle looked like she wanted to speak to Regina, but seemed to think better of it. They were still walking when Regina stopped. "What's his name again?"
"The one you're going to fight? William." She said.
"Wait- the one we're about to fight? Was there more than one?"
Giselle nodded. "Fraternal twins. Two boys. William and Ivar."
"Two?" Regina turned her back to them, putting her hands on her hips. "And you named one after King Ivan? The man you were forced to marry?" Regina scowled. She turned back around. "Why didn't you tell me? You could've-"
"Because Ivan wouldn't let me." Giselle snapped. "Don't you think I wanted to? I tried to a thousand ways. I sent couriers, horses, ravens, spies, I had a dozen magicians try to send you messages with magic. Hell, I even sent the maid. He killed every single one of them before they could leave Andalasia no matter what I did. From the day I stepped foot across the border, I was his." She wrapped her arms around herself. "Of course I wanted to tell you, Regina."
Regina's scowl didn't disappear. "You would've gotten pregnant at 16. You were married at 18. How could you name our son after a man you hadn't even heard of until 2 years later? And what happened to the other-" Electricity suddenly burst from Giselle's arms. It passed through Regina but obliterated the forest behind her. Regina looked behind her at the carnage. The others had their hands on their weapons but they were just shocked by the sudden outburst.
"I would've preferred to talk about this in private but since you want so many fucking answers right now, I'll tell you." Giselle hissed. "I gave birth when I was 17. My father wouldn't let me contact you either. He paid off a spellcaster to freeze my children, or rather magically preserve them in their infant forms. When I was married, he had them unfrozen...as gifts for my bastard husband. The king accepted William because he looked more like me. Ivar was accepted in the beginning...but he clearly looked more like you and acted like you, and began to do so even more as he got older. The king's children died, I'm not even sure how, and that's when we...started trying for children. I had 6, four girls and two boys, but they were all stillborn." Giselle looked down, almost shaking now.
"Giselle, I'm...so sorry." Regina whispered. She thought her life with Leopold had been horrible. It didn't even compare. She couldn't imagine how scared her friend was.
Giselle shrugged and continued. "He named William his heir but Ivar was banished because of his blood and his looks. Ivan planned to kill him, but I persuaded him otherwise. Ivar was supposed to go to you, but obviously that didn't work. When William turned 18 and could defend himself at least, I hired him a small army to protect him and I left to find Ivar. I've spent the last 10 years trying to find him, but I can't. William just...snapped. He murdered the king in cold blood. At a ball no less. He assumed the throne and it has been hell here ever since. When you got here, did you notice the dead trees, the black grass?"
"Yes…"
"That's because Andalasia is different than your average kingdom. The land is tied to the throne, Corrupt rulers kill the land, make life unbearable for everyone. Good rulers heal it. William has destroyed a fourth of his own territory. And everyone is paying for my mistakes."
"William isn't a child." Regina said.
"He's my child." Giselle replied. "Well...ours, I guess." She turned around and started walking again.
Regina looked at Emma. "I'll ...catch up with you guys later."
"You sure?" Emma asked, looking concerned. She reached for Regina but she stepped away. "Regina, look at me." The blonde commanded.
"I'm sorry, I just-"
"Don't you ever apologize for needing space." Emma said firmly. "I know this is crazy and not at all what we anticipated. Take all the time you need."
Regina nodded, accepting a kiss on the forehead before teleporting away. She reappeared on the cliff where they had fought the barbarian. She sat down on the edge and looked out at the castle where her son sat on a bloody throne. He was tyrant, just like she was, just like his stepfather was. There was no telling where Ivar was at this point. She wondered what had happened to make William go crazy. She also wondered why Giselle hadn't gone crazy yet. Her life was just...sad and shocking. She couldn't imagine going through all that, struggling to please some ruthless king while trying her hardest to protect her children. She should've been there. She could've helped. She could've done something! Anything! She sighed irritably and sat there pondering just what she was going to do. The sun had nearly set when Giselle appeared next to her.
"Are you okay?" She asked.
Regina shook her head. "Nope, not at all, but I will be eventually. I just wish I could've been there for the three of you." She looked at Giselle, noticing that the redhead had been crying. Her eyes were red and puffy and her skin was colorless. She looked almost lifeless, barely holding on. "You shouldn't have had to bear all this on your own."
"It's okay." Giselle sighed. "Besides, I know you don't really wish things were different. What are their names? Your sons." There was a bite in her tone that Regina noticed. She almost hissed the last words, like she hated the sound of it.
"Only one is my son. Henry. The other is Elias, who I suppose will be my nephew in law. If that's a real thing. Just nephew then, I think."
"You're getting married?" Giselle asked, looking at her with a faint smile, but it didn't seem real, just forced, and her eyes darkened. "What's her name?"
"Emma Swan." Regina couldn't help but grin at the mere thought of her fiance. "She is truly...something else." Her world, her light, her woman, her everything. Emma Swan.
"I'm glad someone managed to steal your heart."
"Well, once we're done here, someone in Storybrooke might steal yours." Regina said. Giselle frowned in confusion. "You're coming with me back home of course."
"That's how this ends?" Giselle asked. Regina's smile faded. "It's okay. Do what you have to do."
"If there is a way to rescue Henry and Elias without killing William, I'll try it." Regina assured her.
"And if he's too far gone? What then? You'll kill him anyway?"
"If need be." Regina answered truthfully. She didn't want to kill her son. It was true that she didn't really know him, but she wanted to. She wanted to get to know both of them.
Giselle sighed and looked back at the castle. "I wish I was stronger. I could've protected the boys better."
"Did Ivan ever hurt them? Or you?"
"It was our deal. Me for them." Giselle whispered. Regina touched her arm, trying to get her to look at her, to explain. Giselle reached up and removed the leather cuirass she wore, wrapping her arms over her chest. Dozens of old scars criss crossed her back. Jagged, ugly, probably still painful. Regina got to her feet, scowling as hard as ever, wishing for all the world that the man was still alive so she could do to him exactly what he had done to her friend. Regina held her friend as she cried even more, as if carrying this burden had finally broken her down. Beside her, Regina was too close to seeing red at the moment. A few minutes later they teleported to the war camp. She was a bit surprised at how many people was here. It was as if the entire kingdom had been evacuated and moved here. Farmers who put down their pitchforks and picked up swords, seamstresses who traded out their needles and thread for bows and arrows, bakers who stopped baking bread and started handing out rations. They seemed in good shape health wise, just ill suited for battle. "We had to take in more and more." Giselle said as they walked through to where the Swans and the rest of her party were given some tents. "They lost their fields, their crops, William's men terrorized and looted each village. This is their only sanctuary."
"There are no children." Regina commented.
"William sent his soldiers throughout the villages. He took the children...killed most of the mothers."
Regina bit back her rage as she launched a fireball at the main firepit, getting the attention of almost everyone in attendance. "Ladies and gentlemen, gather around please." She called out. She looked across the fire and met Emma's eyes while they complied.
/
Emma's eyebrows rose at the sight of a very determined looking Regina Mills, a sight she had never seen before in such a manner. There was a fire in her eyes that burned even brighter than before, an anger that gave her a new strength. Whatever she and Giselle had talked about had pissed her off to a completely new degree.
"I am sorry about what you have had to endure." Regina said, her voice ringing loud and clear through the night air. "The lives lost, the children stolen from your arms...but I'm going to make a promise to you. None of you will ever have to pick up a sword again. Not to defend your homes, not to take back your children. I will do it for you. As soon as possible, I promise you that you will be reunited with them." Cheers and cries of relief were heard and Emma tilted her head, watching Regina rile up the crowd. "All of you have fought long enough, so I will do it for you. Not only that, I promise you a new home. A place called Storybrooke. You can leave the bad memories, the darkness of this place behind. I am going to destroy Andalasia." Regina looked at Giselle. "I am going to destroy every mention of King Ivan until there is nothing left. He will never be remembered, not for good or evil. I will erase his entire waste of an existence." She yelled. "I will level that castle and reduce every inch of this jungle to cinder. This, I promise to you." More cheers erupted, almost making Emma want to cover her ears, at the same time bursting with pride. She didn't particularly like how Giselle was staring at Regina, but Regina was once again catering to the crowd and her speech was really starting to have an adverse effect on the blonde. "At my side," Regina smiled, pointing at them. "I have the greatest warriors in the world, some of the most famous heroes. Together, we're going to bring you peace." She paused. Emma rolled her eyes with a smile at her dramatics. "I promise you." Regina walked over to Emma and almost dove into Ruby's arms.
"What the fuck?" Emma hissed.
Regina looked lovingly at Ruby before gently guiding them over to a tent. "Look, Miss Swan, I don't trust anyone here. I will not be making you a target with your affiliation to me. Ruby is a wolf and twice as hard to kill, believe me. So when we are in the presence of others, she is Emma Swan because Giselle knows your name."
"What?"
"As I said, I trust no one. Least of all, Giselle. I'm not a fool and I won't have anyone hurt on my behalf." Regina replied.
"So just me then?" Ruby asked.
Regina tickled her under the chin. "Yep."
"You're lucky I love you." Ruby flicked her on the forehead and left to give the two their privacy.
"You are making me crazy, woman. Neither of us have any virtue left to steal, so let's just go into the tent and-"
Regina cut her off by chuckling. "Miss Swan, you are so cute, but there is too much to do to be thinking about sex."
Emma huffed. "Will you at least sleep naked tonight?"
"Fine."
"YES!"
Regina laughed and rolled her eyes. "I'm going to need your help."
"Anything, my queen." Emma smiled.
"Great. Tomorrow, Giselle is going to give us a layout of the castle and we can plan our next move then. I want you and your parents there. You guys are good at tactics and stuff." She touched her forehead and drew out some of her memories. They took the form of a purple stone in her hand. "This is my last conversation with Giselle. Parts of it anyway." Regina said softly. "I want you, Rose and Grace to look at them."
"Why?" Emma frowned, taking the little purple stone.
"Because she's lying about something, which she was always very good at. I need for you to use your superpower and tell me the exact moment when she lied so I can know what she's lying about."
"And in the meantime?" Emma asked.
"She said she would tell me about my sons. I shouldn't be gone long, only an hour. I promise." Regina's eyes were so hopeful, so bright, so excited. Emma wondered if she would be as excited for their own children since she always wanted to wait for them to start a family. Regina's eyes darkened and she tapped Emma's chin. "What are you thinking about?" She asked.
Emma swallowed. "Just thinking about you and Giselle. Tell me honestly, if your parents weren't complete assholes and forced you apart, would you still be with her?"
"What is this about, Emma?"
"It-it's nothing." Emma shrugged. "We can talk when you get back."
"Are you sure?"
Emma nodded. Regina gave her a quick kiss before walking off with Giselle. She could've sworn the redhead glanced back at her and glared at her before they got out of sight. "I don't trust her." She said to Lily, who came to her side.
"I don't either, but I don't care about her."
Emma snorted. "You are your mother's daughter, aren't you?"
"Yep. Come on, let's get some rest."
/
The next morning yielded no better feelings towards Giselle Philip. She and Regina were by the fire when Emma awoke. She used magic to clean herself and got dressed in jeans and a tank top. She gave Regina a simple nod as a good morning and went to find the rest of her family who were down the river away from the others.
"Why would she lie?" Evie was asking.
"To get Regina, maybe?" Grace shrugged. She looked up when Emma came and sat down on the ground next to her.
"What're we talking about?" She asked.
"Just what the hell we walked into." Rose answered. "Should we be worried about this woman?"
"I know this is crazy." Dianah said. "But what if William is dead and she was the one killing everyone? Or have I been watching too much tv?"
"Well, based on her past, it could be easy to understand if she dissociated from the events and doesn't remember doing any of that." Jacob shrugged. "I know I wouldn't want to."
"But she was genuine about everything." Emma intervened, crossing her legs. "She didn't lie until it got to the part about her knowing where Ivar was. Why would she lie about that?"
"What I don't understand," Ruby said. "Besides, all of this, is how did he know which kids to take? I mean, if this is based on looks, something that reminds him of Ivar or Regina, then he should've taken Roland as well. He looks like Regina's kid a lot more than Elias. Besides black hair and brown eyes, that's where the similarities end."
"She's right." Evie added. "And if this is some weird psychopathy surrogate thing, then he should've taken Grace too. She's a redhead like Giselle...but neither one of them are related to Regina though."
"Technically, William and Ivar are her only biological children. Henry is her adoptive son and Elias is a part of our family, which Regina will be joining shortly." Xander voiced. "William could see this as a betrayal. Regina not being there for him and then he finds out that she has a whole other family and another son."
"Guys, I think I know." Jackson sat up. He pointed at Ruby. "Go get Regina please. You're the fastest." She nodded and ran off. Emma could see the gears in her older brother's brain turning and churning up the information he had heard and spitting out theories better than they ever could. She was glad that he was on their side. Regina and Ruby returned and Regina opened her mouth to speak but Jackson cut her off. "How did Giselle describe your sons? I need her exact wording please."
Regina arched an eyebrow. "She said William was kind and disobedient at first. Ivar was like me, fierce, fearless and rebellious. He liked the things I liked: riding, magic, having fun, and he had a temper. Especially when it came to the king. He hated his guts. Oh yeah, Ivar was really sick when he was younger."
"Only 2 things to describe William but she had all that to say about Ivar?" He asked. Regina shrugged. "I think I know what William's problem is. Envy."
"Oh bloody hell." Zelena muttered.
Jackson smiled at her before turning back to Regina. "All of this is because of Giselle's desperate need to hang onto you, Regina. Ivar reminds her too much of you and she gave most of her attention to Ivar growing up. The sickness when he was younger is easily explained, Giselle would focus her attention on the sickest child obviously, but Giselle left William with Ivan to go look for his brother, you were never here, he is killing mothers, taking the children and leaving the fathers because technically he doesn't have one. He doesn't care about them. His focus is the mothers. You and Giselle."
"But I didn't even know about him." Regina frowned.
"That doesn't matter. None of what you think matters actually matters. You can't rationalize irrational behavior. Something that makes no sense to us could make perfect sense to him. For example: Zelena's envy and hatred towards you when it was Cora who really messed up her life. And your hatred of Snow White, even though she was a child and it was your mother who killed poor Daniel. Anyways, something must've happened that might've been slight and miniscule to us, but was magnified to your son to transition him to this tyrannical murderer."
"So you're telling me that William is doing this because he didn't get enough attention from mommy?" Regina asked.
"I think he's doing it because he didn't get the same attention from mommy. Giselle shows clear favoritism. She might not even realize that she's doing it, but William does. I think all of this is to get your attention. With his army he could've easily bulldozed this entire encampment but he hasn't because he doesn't care about the people, and in turn Giselle. He wants your attention. What better way to do that than to kidnap the son he wished he could've been."
"Knocking on my front door and saying I'm your son would've gotten my attention just as easily."
"Doesn't matter. He's crazy."
Regina frowned as she pondered his words and Emma got up to come to her side. "You said your relationship with Giselle was experimental, child's play really. What if it meant more to her than you think? Her holding Ivar so closely only means one thing." Regina arched an eyebrow quizzically. "She was trying to hold onto you."
"So you'd dealt with people like this before?" Regina asked. Jackson nodded. "How does it end?"
"It depends. I think we should try and lure William out of his castle and organize a little family reunion. Meeting Regina might calm him down."
"Or it could piss him off." Rose reminded him.
"We just need them to distract him long enough for us to rescue the kids."
"You want to do it, Regina?" Emma asked. "All of this is purely speculation of course. It's completely up to you."
"Actually it's not because her child isn't the only one in jeopardy, but go ahead." Jackson looked around as Emma threw a glare at him.
Regina nodded slowly. "If it will bring the kids home safely then of course I'll do it. But we don't know where Ivar is."
"Giselle does. She lied about that." Emma said. She could see that learning this hurt her lover and she immediately stormed off to demand the truth out of Giselle. "Well then...I guess we should get ready for war."
"We need the castle plans and a game plan." Rose said.
Emma nodded. "I'll go get them." She volunteered, but Rose grabbed her wrist.
"Let's let your mother take care of it. I want you and me to take a walk." She put her arm around Emma and lead her away. Emma looked around in fear as they moved out of sight from the others.
"Grandma, what are you doing?" Emma waved her hand, dragging over a rock for Rose to sit on.
"I just want to know how you're doing." Rose said. "I know that with everything going on, and with it being this time of year, this has gotta be hitting you hard. Does she know?"
"No, I...I didn't forget, I just…" Emma swallowed. She hated this time of year. It was supposed to be wonderful and festive, but it held dark memories for her. "She doesn't need to know-"
"She doesn't need to know about Mira? Are you serious right now?"
"I was going to say she doesn't need to know right now. Not yet. Regina has her own things to deal with right now." Emma said. "And what about you?"
"I'm holding up fine. I always do."
"You're going to get tired at some point."
"I always do, but you all are my priority. You know that. Mira's death hit you hard especially and I just worry sometimes because you never say anything." Rose tilted her head. "Are you and Regina okay?"
"Of course. I just keep thinking that she seems so happy, so excited to have kids with Giselle. I know we should wait for ours, but would she still feel as happy when it's ours? I mean, these are her kids. The best we can hope for is adoption probably."
"Because she's barren?"
"Yeah. I just don't trust Giselle. I don't like her. I don't like this William guy. I don't know shit about Ivar, but I'm starting to dislike him too. I just want to go back to the way it was. I mean, I went from taking Regina and Henry to meet you guys to going to another world to attacking some tyrannical bastard." Emma sighed.
"You are the Savior. She is the Evil Queen. Did you really think everything would be smooth sailing forever?" Rose smiled.
"No." Emma shrugged. "Wish it was though."
"Don't we all." Her grandmother stood up. "Talk to your girl. Everything will be fine."
"Thanks, Grandma."
"Anytime. Besides bedtime."
Emma smiled. They walked back to camp where everyone was once again getting their weapons ready. Regina looked like she was on the verge of exploding. That big vein in her forehead was throbbing and she was grinding those perfect pearly whites of her as she looked over a map with Giselle and both sets of her parents. She looked up as Emma walked over. "You okay?"
"No. I will be when we get home."
"Good, that won't be long." She looked up at her parents, who were in the middle of an argument. "Enough!" She snapped, gaining their attention. "Look, I know half of us despise the other half, but right now, all of that needs to be put aside for these kids. For our sons and grandsons. Now, how do we get into this castle?"
"I think I can answer that." All eyes rose as a hooded man walked forward, munching on a bright red apple. He threw back his hood and grinned.
"Ivar?" Giselle ran around the table and threw herself into her son's arms. "What are you doing here? I thought you were in Camelot."
"I was, until I heard William was murdering people. Usurping a throne I don't really care about and killing a king whose grave I want to find and piss on is one thing, killing innocents is another. So little me has traveled all the way home to help his moms rescue the children." He smirked. It reminded Emma more of the Evil Queen's than Regina's. Darkness sat behind that smile and it made her uneasy. Emma glanced at her fiance, who hadn't moved nor said a word to acknowledge her long lost son. Ivar approached the map and looked down but Regina didn't take her eyes off his face. There was so much of her in him. His dark hair, his darker complexion, that cocky attitude, that dark intensity to him. He had a certain air of arrogance about him that she disliked. His eyes were bright blue, like Giselle's, but that seemed to be all he took from her. "Here's what we're going to do." Ivar said. "Me, Mother, Regina and you," He pointed at Emma. "Are going to take down the barrier around the castle, then blast a hole in the wall. Mother," He gestured at Giselle. "Will create some conjurations of an army. Far enough back so William will think we actually have an army. Meanwhile, me, other Mother and the Savior if I heard correctly, will sneak into the castle, yeah?"
"How?" Giselle asked. "All the hallways are manned. Even in times of war."
"Not the servants' halls."
"You have halls just for your servants?" Xander asked. Regina nodded, still watching Ivar.
"Me, other mom, and the Savior sneak down into the dungeons where the kids are, take them out through the back entrance where the stables are. Load them onto a cart and get the hell out of there. Simple misdirection. William's eye is turned to the hole in his wall instead of the backdoor. Got it?"
"It is not going to be that simple." Emma said.
"No, it will not. Which is why, the rest of the lot is gonna try and take down as many black leather bastards as possible." Ivar smirked, taking another bite of apple.
"And if William decides to make an appearance?" David asked.
"He can't get off the throne." Ivar replied. "Took a page out of mom's book." He gestured to Regina with the apple. "Ripped out the hearts of his men, connected them to his throne. All he has to do as say a simple command and every single of one of them fall in line."
"Then we need to destroy the throne."
"It won't matter." Regina shook her head. "Destroying the throne destroys the hearts. Besides, those men we fought can hardly be called such. They're just skins. No brain, no heart, no life. Killing them would be mercy compared to a lifetime of slavery."
"Who cares?" Ivar frowned. "They were Ivan's soldiers before William got to them."
"They were still people." Snow said.
"Care to take a walk, Ivar?" Regina walked around the table and past him, not really waiting for an answer. He cocked an eyebrow and followed.
"I'll tell everyone the plan." Grace and Xander left the table, patting Emma on the shoulder as they passed.
"Are you okay?" Snow asked.
"Why does everyone keep asking that?" Emma sighed. "Just get ready to fight." She turned and went back to her tent. She was fine. She was just ready to go home.
/
The clearing was quiet and the sunlight filtering in through the trees made the world seem to shine just a little bit more. It reminded Regina just how tranquil and beautiful the Enchanted Forest could be. When it wasn't being ripped apart by tyrants and sorcerers that is. Regina arched her eyebrow as she assessed her son, who sat across from her, doing the same. The pair were facing each other, sitting cross legged in the grass. He had a big smile on his face and she couldn't resist the smirk that wanted to peek through. "Why are you smiling so hard?" She asked.
"Just never thought I would get to meet you." He shrugged, still grinning.
"You have a pretty smile."
"As do you." He mimicked her eyebrow. "But ask."
"What?"
"You must have questions. You look like you do."
Regina folded her hands in her lap. She had a thousand questions and nowhere near enough time to ask them all. "That dark attitude back there, that was just for show?"
He nodded, flashing a sinister grin. "I have come to the realization that when you're an outlaw, it's much better to be feared than loved."
Regina arched an eyebrow. "Your mother says you have a temper. Is that true?"
"Very much so." He replied.
"Why?"
"Because of my sickness, when I was younger." His grin started to fade and Regina instantly regretted speaking. "We never found out what it was, but it was powerful. I was paralysed from the waist down for almost a decade. I had to, crawl around everywhere, like a dog with a broken back. I got a lot of ridicule for it. Mother tried to have things made for me to make life easier, but Ivan always took them. He would kick me when Mother wasn't looking, encouraged the other children in the kingdom to kick me, called me a cripple, said I would never be anything."
"I wish he was alive." Regina said. "So I can kill him all over again."
"William did one thing right at least. I would've preferred a little more torture. A lot of kicking perhaps."
"As would I." She agreed softly. "It's nice to see you recovered."
"Eventually, but I'm actually glad it happened. It's difficult to live in a world of men who think they own the world. You can't think like other men. I regained the use of my legs, but I learned to look at things differently. It helped me stay alive." She nodded slowly. "And you? How've you fared since your curse? That's as far as Mother told us about you."
"And what did she tell you about me?" Regina asked.
"That you were the best friend she had ever had, her one and only love." Ivar answered. "She described the most beautiful queen who ever lived, but as the years went by this queen was consumed by rage, all destruction and dark fire."
"That was not a good time in my life."
"Oh, I know. Your mother sold you off just like my grandfather did my mother. It confuses me, this quest for a crown. Why do people want it so badly and literally do nothing with it besides run their kingdoms into the ground?"
She shrugged. "I don't know. I never wanted it. I just wanted to ride horses from dawn til dusk when I was younger. I never once thought about a throne. Once I had it, I wished for nothing more than to get rid of it. Crowns are very heavy. Neck starts to hurt after awhile." He chuckled deeply, a smile once again gracing his lips.
"Tell me about my little brother then. What's his name?"
"Henry."
"After your father, yes?" Ivar smiled. "I was going to be named Henry, but Ivan made Mother change it. William was going to be named Xavier, after your grandfather. She had to change that too."
"Why haven't you changed your name?" Regina asked.
"It would take too long to get used to a new one." He shrugged. "And besides, I am Ivar. Ivan can kiss my ass."
"I'm very proud, you know. Granted, I don't know you half as well as I should, and if you will give me the chance to get to know you-"
"You already have it." He assured her. "You didn't know."
She smiled. "I know you don't need a mother…"
"Doesn't mean I don't want one. I'd love to have you in my life, Regina."
"Thank you, Ivar." A silence fell over them for a while until he suddenly grinned. "What?"
"Soooo...when's the wedding?"
"Oh for the love of-"
"Can I be in it? Who is the lucky man I need to threaten? Was it the big guy?"
"It's the Savior. Emma."
"Well, this Emma and I need to have a chat. I know I'm late but you're never too late to threaten your mother's date, yeah?" He smiled. Regina smirked. The pair stood up and started back to the camp. "Are you going to kill my brother?"
"I don't want to." She said. "That's the last thing I want."
"Then after we save the kids, we should have a talk with my brother."
"Agreed."
"But first...do you trust me?" He asked.
"Not at all. Quite frankly, what happened to you all was terrible but I don't trust any of you." Regina answered
"Wise."
"Do you trust your mother?" She inquired.
He frowned. "Why?"
"Well, she lied to me. Ordinarily, I wouldn't be surprised. I would expect her to lie. It's just...what she lied about makes no sense to me. She told the truth about everything, except for knowing where you were. Up until today knowing your whereabouts served no purpose. So...why would she lie?"
"That's a good question…"
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