The Queens Revenge

Appearing in a swirl of smoke, Regina snarled at the giggling fool of an imp that danced before her. The queen was livid, she had just begun to seduce the blond princess and now she had to deal with a fool. "What do you want you blasted imp?"

“You forget yourself dearie.” Rumple sang gleefully, he hoped to continue to distract Regina so that his plan of revenge could come to fruition, "the Princess -"

“Is not yours yet imp.” Baring her teeth, Regina felt a strength in her magic that flared high in that moment. It was like a knowledge deep in her soul had come to light as soon as she had spoken those words. The idea sparking and laying the full picture before her as the reality of Rumple's manipulations came full circle. Stepping around the now grimacing Dark One a laugh bubbled up in her chest, “I know all about the contract, the clause and your loop hole. The white kingdom, the curse, your savior, all wrapped up in a neat little package. Too bad that imposter is not your real son.” Regina moved fluidly turning away from his striking claws, amusement curling her ruby lips, “Hit a nerve have I?”

“She will be mine, Dearie. I would remember your place in our agreement.” His grating childlike falsetto voice grated on her ears like iron dragging across glass.

"Oh Rumple I believe it is you who needs to remember your place. Since that lovely night I shared with Snow, you have become nothing more than washed up. Old news, a hag trying desperately for a deal, your more pathetic then the blind witch in the woods." Regina's cackle rang through the room echoing off the stone walls. Once again she danced away from his retaliation of claws and spitting.

“I believe we are done here.” With a twirl of her torn skirts Regina returned to the field she had left Emma in. When the smoke cleared she growled in frustration at finding the young woman anywhere near where she had left her. “Damn imp is ruining everything!” She hissed. Not wanting to forget or restart what she had started Regina fixed her appearance to her true form of regal magnificence. Thinking about where the princess could have possibly gone and how far she might have traveled Regina made a quick decision, with a flick of her wrist purple smoke engulfed her once again. Appearing in the dark room that was Princess Emma’s Bed chambers Regina took a moment to acquaint herself with her surroundings. Like the night of the Charming's wedding night, the brunette was once again dressed in a robe, hard and ready. Thinking about the true settings of how this would truly burn the shepard king Regina transported his throne in the middle of the room. With the grace that was born and beaten into her Regina sat and waited for the “savior” to appear.

TBC...