I don’t understand. That’s what it all boils down to, and my god that is infuriating. I hate not being able to understand, but I’ve been going over it again and again in my head for the last few hours, ever since I found out about her and them... and it. I don’t want to know whether it would have been a boy or a girl. It shouldn’t have existed in the first place. How was it even possible to begin with? What was Regina thinking?
That’s what I really don’t understand at all. I understand the physical mechanics of producing a child, through magic or otherwise, but I can’t imagine a universe in existence where Regina would want to have a child with...well...me. For the last hour and a half, I’ve been wearing the rubber soles of my bunny slippers thin on the stone tiles in my hidden castle. I built this place to be a fortress and then I shielded it with powerful magic, blood magic.
Of course I knew that Regina would be able to find it, but I got rid of her quickly enough by wishing her into another realm entirely, one that exists but doesn’t exist at the same time. It’s all very complicated, and that’s not really the point here. The point is, now she’s found her way back. That would have displeased me enough on its own--I waited so long, planned so meticulously to get my victory and she’s going to ruin everything again--but that wasn’t the worst of it.
Now I know she didn’t come back alone. She violated the laws of magic and brought someone back with her. Me. Or at least the me from that alternate not-quite-real reality. I only found out at all because of Henry’s carelessness. That boy really does have a long way to go if he hopes to make a worthy king one day. And even more shocking than the fact that Regina would align herself with someone just like me (although more bitter from the way Henry described her), Regina got her pregnant. I don’t know which part I’m more angry about right now.
I do know that continuing to pace through my darkened, silent castle halls isn’t going to get me any answers. The knowledge I seek lies with one person and one person only. I need to pay Regina a visit. By the position of the moon in the sky as I peer between thick velvet tapestries, I don’t even need to look at a clock to know that Regina will be asleep right now. Perfect. I can slip in undetected by her or Henry and ask my questions until Regina can no longer refuse to answer me. One way or another, before the night is through, I will understand what the hell is going on here.
I’m so set in my decision and my need to have these answers that I completely disregard what I’m wearing and teleport directly into Regina’s bedroom, bunny slippers and blue onesie with puffy white clouds and all. I stare at Regina for a long time as I stand beside the bed. My eyes rake over her peacefully slumbering face again and again, searching for answers. But all I find is more confusion. I never had the displeasure of seeing them all lovey together, or seeing them together at all, so I can’t even picture it in my mind.
I’m tempted to try taking Regina’s memories as she sleeps so that I can look through them without ever having to speak to her--the deceitful snake (and Gold accused me of being the snake). But there’s a huge part of me that wants to hear her say it, to give words to what I can’t believe. I want to make her say it and then cut her down for what she did to me. I want her to suffer more than she’s already suffering. Misery loves company and right now it’s lonely here at the top.
I make up my mind with a flick of my wrist and purple magic slithers around her wrists and ankles. The covers that were shielding her are tossed aside to reveal her sleeping form in the moonlight. “Rise and shine,” I growl menacingly as my magic stretches her limbs out and binds her there on the bed, spread eagle and helpless. “It’s time you and I had a little chat, R e g i n a.”
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