"He often called you by name.

He loved you once." She pronounced the words with an accent of pity, drawing herself up to her full height; and there was triumph in the light of her eyes.

It is not every woman that has a chance of saying so much to her rival.
"We were children then," Aurora said, in the very words she had used to her mother more than two years earlier.
She was almost as pale as Regina now, for the thrust had been straight and sure, and right at her heart.

But she was prouder than the peasant woman who had wounded her.
"I have heard that you saved his life," she said presently.

"And he loves you.