[for Dyson] where there is ruin, there is hope for a treasure

[st_oriedqueen]

When Regina left Snow, she didn't chance walking anywhere with that casket. Or running into anyone in her state of mind. If she were asked, there were exactly two people who were safe from her in her current mood and herself was not one of them.

She'd spoken to one, and now teleported herself directly to the room of the other. He wasn't there, and ordinarily she would wait in her own. She could not, not now, not with Graham's heart in her hands and Daniel's ghost there to ask questions, point fingers, heap shame.

Instead, she sat as she had when Snow found her, with her arms around her knees, at the very head of his bed, as though she tried to push herself through the headboard and the wall. The box and its precious contents sat at the very far end of the bed, secure, but it could get no farther from her. Neither did she let her gaze leave it. Not once.

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[st_oriedqueen]

Regina smiled down at him, her hair spilling over her shoulders and around them as she bent to kiss him again. I know you do, my wolf, her kiss echoed his declaration, and then she gave herself over to the feel of him seated deep and her breasts brushing against his chest as they moved together. When he went, she would be with him.