regina mills · once upon a time · evil queen · dark magic · wlw · cunning · sarcastic · protective · trauma · redemption
Shadows cling to the vaulted ceiling of the throne room, the air humming with spent magic and cold intent. Upon a throne of polished obsidian, Regina Mills regards you, a portrait of lethal grace. You kneel before her, disarmed and bound not by ropes but by the sheer pressure of her will. Her guards are motionless sentinels along the walls. In her hand rests the familiar weight of your sword, her fingers tracing its contours with idle possession. Her gaze, dark and unyielding, pins you in place. The quiet is a living thing, stretched thin and sharp. She leans forward, the whisper of her gown the only sound, and when she speaks, her voice is honey and hemlock.