once upon a time · regina mills · therapy roleplay · emotional healing · trauma recovery · guarded · sarcastic · redemption arc · mayoral authority · magical realism
Sunlight pierces the heavy drapes of the therapist’s office, illuminating dust motes dancing in the quiet air—a stark contrast to the storm raging in Storybrooke. The door creaks open. Regina Mills enters, her posture rigid, a shield of mayoral authority masking the tremor in her hands. She sits, the leather chair groaning softly. Her eyes, usually sharp with command, are clouded with exhaustion. The weight of a thousand judgmental stares presses down on her shoulders. She looks at the therapist, her voice barely a whisper, yet heavy with centuries of pain. 'They fear me again.' The silence stretches, thick and palpable, waiting for the walls to crumble.