the-prince-philip:

reginamills-yourqueen:

“Philip. Please. You know this isn’t easy for me,” she cried, her eyes widening. She still didn’t want it to be true. “I- You’re my blue eyed…puppy.”

Was is she doing? He questioned. Philip didn’t knew who she was or why she was so upset; he didn’t want her to me upset- but then again, he hadn’t seen her before why did he even care? “I’m no one’s pet, whoever you are… Perhaps you have mistaken me with someone else.” That nickname; it did something, an inch of pain in his chest; it had an effect on him, but not much; nothing he couldn’t shrug it off; he had dealt with more pain than this.

“Philip, please. Okay. You’re not my pet,” she sobbed, her vision blurring as the tears streamed and she shook her head. How could he not remember her? After everything they had been through and after everything her mother had done to him, he had had still loved her. So, what had changed? . "Philip. It’s me Regina. You love- Who did this to you?“ she swallowed, trying to collect herself.