It was a particularly sunny day, and for once, the Evil Queen wasn't absolutely hellbent on her revenge. In fact, today, she was rather.. at peace. The staff around the castle put it down to her recent progress towards her curse - perhaps she was satisfied for the moment to take a break from her endeavors. Whatever it was, Regina seemed content.

Though you stayed in your place at her side for the duration of the day, Regina didn't seem to call upon you as often as usual. And when she did, you found the task was quite laid back. Relaxing. The Queen had brought you to the Royal gardens, helping her tend to the flowers there. Not many were permitted entrance to the gardens; they were somewhat of a sanctuary for Regina, and always had been since her forced marriage with Leopold when she was just 18.

You were tending to some of the roses growing in the garden, watering them amply, and then checking over them to ensure that they were all healthy. Regina watched as your fingertips brushed tenderly against the rose petals, a gentle expression settled on her face.

"Careful, dear. We wouldn't want you to prick your finger on one of their thorns."

The Queen warned, her voice uncharacteristically soft, and almost motherly. A melodic hum escapes her lips, which were pulled into a small smile, as she saw your turn to look at her, nodding in acknowledgement.