Post by Evil Queen on Aug 10, 2020 0:22:34 GMT
Slowly, slowly, as every word fell from her prisoner’s mouth, Regina loosened her grip on the slender shoulder. Vivid stare drifted from locking onto the back of the blonde head in thought.
“A witch...!” Breathed the fascinated tones of the monarch. In an instant her alchemic mind was thousands of miles away from the small tower, borne on the shrieking winds of an evil mountaintop. She’d been called a witch, many times. True mastery of magic often was labeled by this very word, when a woman p,Jed the craft.
She had heard tell of only one witch in the Merged Worlds...an eccentric thing, specializing in transformative arts. Regina had never felt it worth pursuing her—not when she learned of the far more mysterious and interesting phenomena that were said to have led to her called Will ‘o the Wisps. But...if she were able to bewitch minds, such as that of Cinderella’s father-in-law, who, as King, could not have condoned peasant blood in the royal lineage without being cursed, even if the Prince was not...
Perhaps she should redouble her efforts.
With a murderous flash of the eyes, the Queen’s attention was back in her tower, rounding on Ella. Was she lying again? ...It was probable. After all, she stood there, dignified, without the fever pitch of desperation Regina knew her ally Tremaine stood hungering after. But there was no way to know, now. (Well, there were truth potions, but they tended to have regrettable side-effects, so the Evil Queen had shelved them for now.)
She would follow this lead. If it proved false, the single-minded Queen would contrive some way to threaten the life of Cinderella’s Prince before her eyes. Not so smug, then.
Actually, Regina decided she didn’t want to wait to see that courage evaporate. She passed a secret look to Tremaine over the maid’s head, but her voice intoned, “Very well. Approach—and speak into his final moments.”
“A witch...!” Breathed the fascinated tones of the monarch. In an instant her alchemic mind was thousands of miles away from the small tower, borne on the shrieking winds of an evil mountaintop. She’d been called a witch, many times. True mastery of magic often was labeled by this very word, when a woman p,Jed the craft.
She had heard tell of only one witch in the Merged Worlds...an eccentric thing, specializing in transformative arts. Regina had never felt it worth pursuing her—not when she learned of the far more mysterious and interesting phenomena that were said to have led to her called Will ‘o the Wisps. But...if she were able to bewitch minds, such as that of Cinderella’s father-in-law, who, as King, could not have condoned peasant blood in the royal lineage without being cursed, even if the Prince was not...
Perhaps she should redouble her efforts.
With a murderous flash of the eyes, the Queen’s attention was back in her tower, rounding on Ella. Was she lying again? ...It was probable. After all, she stood there, dignified, without the fever pitch of desperation Regina knew her ally Tremaine stood hungering after. But there was no way to know, now. (Well, there were truth potions, but they tended to have regrettable side-effects, so the Evil Queen had shelved them for now.)
She would follow this lead. If it proved false, the single-minded Queen would contrive some way to threaten the life of Cinderella’s Prince before her eyes. Not so smug, then.
Actually, Regina decided she didn’t want to wait to see that courage evaporate. She passed a secret look to Tremaine over the maid’s head, but her voice intoned, “Very well. Approach—and speak into his final moments.”