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The King knew how sad she was. How emotionally neglected she was. How she yearned to be loved in a way he knew he never intended to and never even could. Yet when he found out that for the first time, Regina simply felt hope within her misery. Hope for love and hope for companionship, he considered it a personal betrayal to himself. Not only would he not love her, but no one was allowed to either. 

She was nothing more than his personal possession to be only what he wanted and intended her for.

Never to love. Never to be loved. Never to have hope. 

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