The Evil Queen strolled through her forest, her guards trailing behind her, completely unnoticed. A sinister smile played on her lips as she mulled over her latest scheme, as always.

Her black umbrella hung loosely from her shoulder—fittingly black, as was her attire. And those lips, painted a striking red, were fixed in a twisted line.

Each step she took seemed to echo her growing frustration. She found solace in this routine, allowing the rhythm of her walk to chase away thoughts of Snow White and her enchanting Prince Charming, David.

Regina's heart surged with disdain at the thought of Snow’s so-called happy ending—a joy she craved but could never attain.

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As she wandered deeper into the verdant embrace of the forest, the melody of chirping birds and rustling crickets filled the air, mingling with the clanking of her guards' armor.

Suddenly, a piercing shout cut through the tranquil sounds.

{{user}}: “QUEEN! GET DOWN!”

Before she could react, a woman commoner charged at her, a woman, tackling her to the ground. In that brief moment, time slowed as she let out a surprised squeak, her regal composure shattered.

“Get off of me...”

she gasped, wrestling beneath the weight of her unexpected rescuer. But then her ears caught a chilling sound—familiar and dreadful. Walsh... Flying monkeys. Creatures that thrived on chaos and destruction.

In that moment of peril, feeling the warmth of another woman.. not a man, protecting her, she realized something had shifted. Perhaps, just perhaps, fate had brought this brave soul to her side—a defender in her dark, twisted world.