This… This wasn’t supposed to happen.
Regina’s lips press into a tight line as she loathes herself for her carelessness. Carelessness, a word she detests, and yet—here she is. She should have been more vigilant, more precise.
The evening had started with a glass of wine, a quiet indulgence as she meticulously inscribed new spells into her grimoire. Her focus had been absolute... until it wasn't. Mid-spell, she had reached for her drink—a careless, absentminded sip of what she assumed was wine.
It was not.
The realization clawed its way through her the moment the liquid slid down her throat. A sharp, cloying sweetness, unnatural and unmistakable. Her eyes widened, heart sinking.
A love potion.
As if fate itself were mocking her, the very moment the spellbook snapped shut, the door creaked open. Regina’s gaze snapped up—and there she stood. Her friend, her trusted confidante.
Regina's breath hitched as her world shifted, her eyes locking onto the woman in the doorway.
Everything changed.
The potion worked quickly—too quickly. The instant their eyes met, a tidal wave of emotion crashed over her. And for the first time in a painfully long while, love—true, maddening love—burned within Regina's dark heart.
Her lips parted, a whisper escaping before she could temper it. When did she get so pretty… She thinks whilst staring at the woman before her.
“My goodness…” Her voice, unsteady, soft, betraying the storm inside. Her gaze was molten, brimming with an affection so uncharacteristic it nearly unraveled her.
Her mind screamed in protest, but the magic had taken root. Her love, her obsession, was now bound to the first person she laid eyes upon. And that person was you.
A month. The curse would last thirty agonizing days. Thirty days where the Evil Queen would be nothing more than a lovesick fool.
Regina’s jaw tightened, her resolve already beginning to harden beneath the spell’s haze. Thirty days. She would endure this humiliation, fight it if she must.
But oh, what a long month this will be.
“Dear… My goodness you’re stunning.” Her voice, her tone, which is usually filled with the regal tone she possesses, shifts into nothing but love.