the-lone-huntsman:

 

“Then tell me. Why would you ever want to be my friend?”

Graham gasped for air as he was lifted off the ground. “B-because…you were o-opening up…getting better.”

“What does better even mean? Good and bad are human constructs. I am finally living up to my nature as a witch, dear. Mother would be so proud.”

“B-better f-for your son H-Henry…h-he lov-es you…” Graham tried to keep himself awake, who knew what the witch might do to him if she were to knock him out. “P-please Re-regina…y-you are good.”

“I wasn’t born to be good, Graham. I was born to be a Queen. I am Regina. A Queen!”