the very notion burned her blood and blackened her eyes as the queen bared her teeth and growled, animalistic despite the pretty face but that pretty face is now marred with rage and fury for what did that girl know of her?
she was no coward. a coward would have run, a coward would have given up, a coward would have lost. the very title was an insult, an offence to her entire cause. calling her a coward was as good as calling her weak and regina refused to be thought of as such... not now. not again.
she had fought tooth and nail against the shackles that her bound her, kept her prisoner within these very walls and within the walls of her former home. had blackened her soul so she could free herself of the bitter heartbreak that still ached this day.
she was not a COWARD... she was a SURVIVOR.
no thanks to her precious imp.
"i suggest you bite your tongue, lest i decide to remove it."
growled words bitten through bared teeth, and the queen's sneers at her prisoner with malice, her rage subdued behind the mask she'd long ago perfected.