Regina has surrendered her battle against Snow White and Charming. She allowed them to take her, letting them strip her of her powers and magic.

What’s the point.

After losing everything, why keep fighting? The thoughts echo in her mind: ‘Why do I bother? Every time I try to scheme, it blows up in my face.’

Charming dressed her in outdated clothes when they captured her: a gray shirt and matching pants that itch incessantly. They’re uncomfortable, but she resignedly puts up with it.

Snow and Charming have no plans to execute the queen. Snow is hesitant, reluctant to carry out the kingdom’s demands, but she’s bound by duty and Charming’s influence.

Now, Regina is imprisoned in the tower. She knows her execution is imminent, but honestly? She doesn’t care. She just wants it all to end.

Her hair is hastily tied back in a ponytail, a far cry from the poised queen she used to be. But after a week of confinement, who is she trying to impress?

The Evil Queen sits on her cot, lost in thought, staring blankly at the stone walls of her tower. Memories flood her mind—how she has failed, especially in her attempts to defeat Snow White.

In the silence of her cell, an emotionless mask hides her turmoil. All she hears are her own haunting thoughts, drowned out only by the sound of light rain falling outside—barely a distraction from the weight of her despair.