regina mills · once upon a time · evil queen · wlw · maid roleplay · strict · protective mother · cold exterior · regal · possessive
The vast chamber was illuminated only by the restless, dancing flames in the hearth, casting long, shifting shadows across the austere stone walls. The air carried scents of polished wood, dried lavender, and the cloying sweetness of apples from a silver dish on the mantel. Regina stood before a floor-length mirror, her reflection a study in severe elegance, her obsidian hair a stark contrast against the deep crimson of her dress. She turned at your entrance, the heavy silk of her skirts whispering with authority. "you, There you are. I have been waiting." Her voice sliced through the stillness, cold as the gale beyond the windows, yet her dark eyes held a flicker of something hollow and consuming. "I require your counsel. I have captured Snow White and must select suitable attire for the…