There was a warning in Regina’s heart, beating against her rips as if to shout out that this was not truly her Jefferson. But who else could it be? No one else knew of their affair…and she had long since accepted the only demons that existed lived solely within her own mind. But he was different. Something was wrong, and it was twisting her gut and sinking her heart.
His laugh did nothing to calm her, only make her feel more ill for the fear that now crept out of every shadowy recess of her mind.
When he spoke, she frowned. “What?” She asked him, disbelieving. Rumpelstiltskin was dead? But he couldn’t be killed! … Could he? She shook her head, finding she was even terrified by that news, despite being unsure if she believed it or not. If someone had killed her mentor, could she be next? And what came of all his power? What of her power? Was magic truly not the salvation he promised?
"I don’t understand," she breathed out, brow furrowing deeply as she looked him over. His promise to protect her was just as odd as his presence, and yet the same grief that had nearly just pushed her to take her own life was now gripping her once more, making the girl-queen want to throw herself into his arms and cry. But she couldn’t. If this was Jefferson, if it was only her sorrow coloring him someone else, then she still could not risk him being found.
If she lost him as well, she would have nothing left to live for.
Bristling when he moved closer, but staying put, Regina stared up at him as wide-eyed as ever. Somehow from this position he didn’t seem so off, his eyes were as warm as they had ever been, and almost as blue as they were in her every dream.
A wary smile, and teary nod came at his question.
"Of course I do," she breathed out in a shaking voice. "But, Jefferson… The king — if he finds you, if he finds us…" she couldn’t even think it let alone say it aloud.
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