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Happiness is like those palaces in fairy tales whose gates are guarded by dragons: we must fight in order to conquer it.
— Alexandre Dumas
It has been one month, six days, and fourteen hours since Regina Mills’ mother died, again, and Regina cannot believe how much her life has changed.
She still uses her powers, sometimes - to find a killer, or freshen fruit for the bakery - but she no longer feels chained to them. She has accepted them as part of her, and has freed herself from their weight in return.
And, no longer burdened by the divide between them, she and Emma found that their happiness multiplied with every passing day.
Emma, who had never had a family, Regina, who had longed for one that would love her, and Henry, a boy now soaked in the magic of of everyday life and love.
They do not live happily ever after, because who could? But they do live, happily.
And that is more than enough.