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Reunion | Cora and Rumplestiltskin
Since the curse had broken, Cora had remained lying low. After all, everyone was in the middle of emotional reunions, or getting used to having legs and arms again, and while this could be the perfect time to attack the vulnerable, it wasn’t the regular people that she wanted to attack. No, so long as they did as they were told and accepted their royalty when it was given to them, their lives would remain intact. But she knew full well, the longer the curse was broken, the more happy endings her daughter saw taking place, the worse she’d take it, and the harder she’d fall - and then that was when Cora would strike. The palace, she was sure, would make a wonderful base for her to begin her takeover of the kingdoms.
But she was no fool. She knew she hadn’t been in this world for so long, and visitors were few and far between since the beheading of the Mad Hatter, so she needed to gather intel. To know who was dangerous, who was influential, and who would be easy to get at. And of course, she hoped that she could take a few tricks away with her as well.
Making her way through the forest was surprisingly easy - the camp they’d set up was far enough away from Regina that it wouldn’t be an easy task for her to find her, but close enough to another castle that the trip wouldn’t take too long. And soon, Cora was arriving at the door of the Dark Castle. She didn’t knock, of course, and with a wave of her hand, the lock released itself, and she walked into the castle, as if she owned it herself. Hearing the doors open had of course caused the owner of the home to come running, and she smirked, seeing the look on his face as he realised who it was, and she moved over to him, tilting her head.
“Well well, it has been a very long time.” Her head straightened, she narrowed her eyes. “After all, how long has it been since you abandoned me in that disgusting place?” The memories of Wonderland made her grimace, and she took a few strides to stand face-to-face with the imp himself. “So, my dear Rumplestiltskin, I believe you owe me so much more than just an explanation right now.”