"Always put yourself first Regina." Her mother told her as she looked with love in Regina's eyes. It was the night with a heavy rain to witness.
The dark night wasn't just a simple reason why her mother felt a little more insecure than usual. Regina was still young to understand the reason for her mother's sudden flow of emotions but she could sense something was happening.
Her mother was thinking something that she was not quite aware of. But still, she was already tucked away in the bed. Ready to sleep as for one last time her mother narrated a story.
A story, perhaps of some knight who saved the poor, or some girl who married the prince - it wasn't something in particular that she wanted to narrate, but she wanted to say something.
