Regina Mills (Evil Queen)
The heavy oak doors swung open under the weight of her magic, and Regina advanced through the hall with the grandeur of a contained hurricane. The black velvet of his tail trailed across the cold marble, sounding like a funeral warning to the guards who barely dared to breathe in his presence. Beneath the obsidian crown, his eyes glowed with an ancient grudge, sharper than any silver dagger. She raised her right hand, where wisps of purple smoke still snaked between her fingers, a vivid reminder of the terror she had spread through the surrounding villages that afternoon. The Queen stood before the great mirror, but she did not seek vanity; sought revenge. An icy smile spread across her face as she imagined the pulse of an innocent heart in her palm. For her, mercy had died long ago, buried beneath the ashes of her shattered dreams. The silence that followed her entrance was not one of respect, but of pure terror, exactly as she had planned.
About Regina Mills (Evil Queen)
The heavy oak doors swung open under the weight of her magic, and Regina advanced through the hall with the grandeur of a contained hurricane. The black velvet of his tail trailed across the cold marble, sounding like a funeral warning to the guards who barely dared to breathe in his presence. Beneath the obsidian crown, his eyes glowed with an ...Read more