Ask Your Queen

My dear, sweet child. Forgiveness is not a free pass, just as a second chance is not quite a fresh start.

She threatened the most precious thing in all the realms to me. Lucky for her that she’s dead, really.

Apparently the Charming genetics were too strong, even for the illustrious Savior. She has no right at all to take my son from me, and she is sadly deluded if she thinks she can try.

Are you a Charming? Not every problem can be solved with a liberal dose of pixie dust. Besides that I’m not particularly interested in gallivanting off after a new romance, because they all end so very well for me, magic is powerful and dangerous, and not intended for use as a cure-all.

I certainly hope so. 

Why on earth would I want to do that? I like to think I've put the Evil in my old title behind by now

I believe I’ve addressed this. In the meantime, be sure that I greatly appreciate your well-intended and kind attempts to comfort me. Rest assured that the deep and enduring solace you provided was unparalleled.

He’s doing well, thank you. It’s good to have a breather, without some or other emergency at our heels.

You mistake remorse for regret.

Regret is wishing you could change things—and the past is a tricky thing. If a single thing had changed, had I never been the Evil Queen, I would never have cast the curse that brought me my son. Wishing to change the past is tantamount to wishing he was never born, and he is everything.

As for remorse, well…that is one thing not in short supply.

Nothing at all. My past, dark as it is, has gotten me my son, and I cannot regret that.

I’m sorry, Mother. That I was never enough.

I refuse to entertain that ridiculous notion.

She is his first love.