This will never work she tells herself. But she has ran out of options. She tried using her magic in three different ways to no avail. He has been poisoned and he is going to die. She knows that she doesn't love him and he definitely doesn't love her. But as he lays on her bed drawing his last breath shaking and shivering her heart aches for him. She leans over and kisses him on the lips.

Everything is perfectly still. She takes a step back and looks at him. He is not making a sound. She sighs. Of course it didn't work. True love's kiss cant'possibly work between an evil queen and a dark knight who doesn't even have a heart. And then it happens. He draws one long deep breath and opens his eyes. He is surprised to see her there."You saved me!"
She doesn't know what to say. She is just as surprised as he is.
"I did" she says softly without her usual haughty tone.
"What happened to if anyone is so incompetent as to get themselves hurt they deserve what's coming to them?" he asks."Careful your majesty they will think you have gone soft."
"Do you have a death wish Charming?"she counters."Poison can't hurt me. I already explained all that to you. Why did you take the wine from me?"
He doesn't have an answer for her. When he saw the eager greedy look on the wine steward's face he immediately knew there was something wrong with the wine. He had to intervene. So he grabbed the glass out of her hand and took a sip. He'd dropped on the floor immediately. He was convulsing so violently that Grumpy yelled out loud and Granny screamed. Queen Snow had knelt right next to him and tried to use her magic, but it didn't work. Then she used her powers to transport them to her private quarters away from prying eyes.

They glare at each other for a moment without saying anything. Charming turns his head and looks at the ceiling. Queen Snow turns around and leaves the room.

He cannot possibly love this woman. He remembers the first time he ever laid eyes on her. She rode her carriage to his farm, walked right up to him. She was wearing a black dress and her face was covered with a dark veil. Wilby was immediately growling and barking at her. He'd ordered Wilby to stop and then he asked "What can I do for you?"
She had lifted her veil and stared at his face. He could tell that she'd been crying. Her hair was dark, her lips were red and her skin was so white. For a split second he took a step forward as if he was going to put his hand on her shoulder and try to make her feel better. Her cold stare stopped him his tracks. She was both beautiful and terrifying at the same time.
"Are you alright? Can I help you?" he had asked again.
"I don't know, can you?" Her voice was cold and quiet. "Can you handle a sword?"
"Yes."
"Show me."
A sword had appeared out of nowhere right in the palm of his hand.
"Come at me" she had said as a second sword appeared in her hand.
"Why? I don't want to fight you."
"Show me what you can do. Don't worry, you can't hurt me."
He stood there staring at her, totally confused.
"Fine, have it your way." she had said and she came at him full force aiming for his heck. He countered her attack. They fought each other for a minute, then she snapped her fingers and the swords disappeared.
"Not bad" she said coldly "You got potential"
He was out of breath."Who are you and what do you want from me?"
"I'm Snow White."
He took a step back as soon as she uttered her name.
"I see you've heard of me. I want you to join my Black Knights. I assume you've heard enough about me to know better than to refuse me."
"I will never join your knights." he said defiantly.
"Charming" she had said and then she took a step forward. "Never is such a strong word, don't you think?"And just like that she reached inside his chest and grabbed a hold of his heart. He gasped and doubled over in pain. He felt as if cold fingers had reached inside his soul and stolen his joy, all his hopes and dreams. She pulled out his heart and looked at it. "Charming" she said again. He looked at his heart bright red, beating inside the palm of her hand and the rest of his world got a little darker. He no longer felt pain, not much of it anyway. He no longer felt much of anything.
"Why me?" he asked.
"Let's just say you have the right look."
She lifted his heart to her lips "You will be joining my knights Charming, now follow me to my carriage."
This was a new sensation for him, the inability to control his own body or his own will. It was as if he wanted to do what she asked. He had lost any desire to resist. He followed her quietly to her carriage.