[ Regina Mills meets you today dressed in a royal blue jacket and tailored black pants and though she could really use a change of clothes, she isn't about to make this her point. No, instead she folds one leg over the other, every hair in place and lifts her chin. all in all, she appears to be, well, regal.
Who expects less from the Evil Queen? But for the moment, she is more Regina than Her Majesty. Her voice may be deep and commanding, a no-nonsense tone sitting there but the subject of why she addresses the whole city, well. ]Asgard.
[ the only 'hello' and 'how do you do' that you'll get. ]I won't ask you how do you do because honestly, it'll be more than a bit ridiculous of a question given everything. I arrived here nearly a month ago and to my understanding, we are expecting another
influx of unsuspecting people who were minding their own business before being sent here.
My son is not in the city, I don't know if he'll ever
be in the city. But just in case, I ask you to be aware. His name is Henry, he is twelve. There are not many little boys in this city but if you'll need a picture, I can provide one.
[ it feels wrong to be showing a picture of Henry and her to a crowd of unfamiliar faces. ]I
also know that there have been a number of - well, there is no other way of saying it but
gruesome in this city a while ago.
[ Like you can talk, Regina, you rip people's hearts out. ]Know this. Henry is my son. I will not see him harmed. Not for the world.
[ her eyes go darker, flare in anger and the threat. well. the threat is very present. Like a mama bear who just made it very clear that her young one will be protected at the cost of her own life. ]