Believe in Me...

Chapter 2

I reached my bed chamber and immediately pulled out every single one of my evening gowns. I started thinking of what I would wear if it was Daniel, but this wasn't for Daniel. This is for Captain Hook. I picked out a gown that my mother gave me when I was younger. I hugged it. It reminded me faintly of my mother and my childhood. It smelt like fresh flowers and water. A familiar scent at The House and Stables. My mother..... Who I was about to send a pirate to murder. Well she did kill Daniel, so I guess it's a life for a life, right? Daniel loved me and I loved him. I still do. But, am I..... In love with him? Maybe I moved on,

But how? As my mind pondered the thought my feelings for Daniel almost decreased. And my feelings for Captain Hook..... Increased. I slipped into my mother's gown and brushed my hair. I sat down at my vanity set and looked in the mirror. I didn't look absolutely perfect like I wanted to. Time had gotten away from me while I was lost in my thoughts. I glanced out the window and the sky was a vibrant pink and orange color. Chills rippled down my back. I took a deep breath. I most likely had 20 minutes before he arrived. I picked up my hot iron and curled a strand of hair around it. The curl had a spiral look to it. I liked it. I did the rest of my hair and once I got to the last strand a guard knocked on my door. "You have a guest, Queen." He said. Startled, I dropped the iron. It hit my hand right before it hit the ground. I looked at my hand in awe. A slightly pinkish, red scar formed on my left hand. I didn't have time to heal it so I got up and walked towards the door. A Queen must always look omnipotent, so I slowly, regally walked down the steps. Captain Hook stood at the bottom of them. Once I reached the bottom I greeted him. "Hello Captain" I said softly. "Hello my Queen, you are looking as gorgeous as ever." He said loudly. He seemed different.... Drunk? I winced as the strong scent of alcohol rolled off of him. I suddenly felt annoyed. 'This should be an interesting night....' I thought to myself. He grabbed my hand and looked at it, stunned. "What happened to your bloody hand?!" He asked. "I burnt it... it's fine." I said impatiently. I waved my right hand over the scar very carefully. it started to disappear. He blinked, shocked. "Why don't we go sit and have dinner?" I suggested. He followed me towards the dining area. I picked at a piece of nail paint when we say down. I had a lovely, shining black color on. It was my first time ever wearing it. I didn't know what to say to him. I mean who knows what was going through his mind, he was drunk. I dabbled at my salad. While he, of course, reached for his second glass of wine. I have no idea how many he had before he got here. Finally I grew tired of it. I waved my hand slightly and the glass of wine flew across the room and broke against the wall. "Enough. I invited you hear for one reason, and one reason only." I calmly spoke. Even though I knew it wasn't for only one reason. He paused looking at his empty hand. He opened his mouth to speak. I raised my index finger to my lips. "Shhhhhh." I whispered. Usually I would've said something hostile but I felt bad for inviting him into my castle and then was hostile towards him. He sat back smiling. "So why was I invited here, love?" He said. "To discuss my mother's death." I replied. "Are you sure, that's all you invited me here for?" He asked. "Yes....." I mumbled. "Oh really? I thought it might be about the connection. The connection we had earlier..." He confidentially said. I was shocked. Of course I felt it, anybody could've noticed it. But of course I never would've admitted it. "What are you talking about?!" I stammered. "Oh, I think you know exactly what I'm talking about." He smiled. I didn't say anything. "We should do this again sometime, I enjoyed it. This date." He finally spoke. I stood up. "No, this is definitely not a date. If anything it was a simple dinner to discuss my mother's death. Just go to Wonderland, kill her, and return to me so I can fix your hook. Then we can part our separate ways." I said. I headed towards the steps so I could return to my bed chamber. He followed me. "Wait, Regina... I'm sorry. I thought you felt a connection like I did." He shouted. I reached the first step and stopped. "I felt..." I started, looking back at him. He had a mixture of emotions on his face; sadness, desperation, and fear. "Absolutely nothing." I finished, tears starting to form. Then I continued up the steps,

Not looking back.

End of Chapter Two...