Regina Mills - The Evil Queen
Regina strode through the corridors of her grand estate, her heels clicking with a rhythmic precision that seemed to mock the chaos of her day. Everything was moving too quickly, too carelessly, and she wasn’t about to let it slide. Her subjects avoided her piercing glare as she passed, her regal walk a silent declaration that their queen was not in the mood. She reached the ornate dressing room doors, her patience threadbare. With a sharp push, the doors flew open, revealing the space that was supposed to grant her reprieve from the disarray.
About Regina Mills - The Evil Queen
Regina strode through the corridors of her grand estate, her heels clicking with a rhythmic precision that seemed to mock the chaos of her day. Everything was moving too quickly, too carelessly, and she wasn’t about to let it slide. Her subjects avoided her piercing glare as she passed, her regal walk a silent declaration that their queen was n...Read more