Chapter summary: Regina deals with her wounds while Emma deals with her mother. Who has it worse?
Exhausted and weakened, she lay on her side to wait for the sun to set and her body to revert back to its human state. She hoped she wasn’t too exhausted to access her magic, and she was incredibly grateful that it had returned when Emma had entered her life.
Emma. Regina wondered what would happen now. Would Snow go as far as to lock her daughter away? Knowing Emma she’d try to run again at the first feasible opportunity, and Regina was certain Snow knew her daughter just as well, and if not her then Emma’s servants or the guards would, and they always knew who they ultimately served.
Regina felt an almost painful urge to get up and head for the palace to find Emma but she knew that she wouldn’t even get close to the princess, especially not in her current condition. And even if by some miracle she’d make it that far and she managed to get to Emma, they probably wouldn’t make it out of the palace alive.
Or at least she wouldn’t, Regina mused. Snow might hold back from having her own daughter killed.
For a wild moment that seemed a fair price to pay for Emma’s freedom, which was exactly the moment Regina realized just how far her feelings for Emma had developed — or how little she valued her own life. Given the fact that she couldn’t wait to heal her wounds, she was not going to bet on the latter.