I hope you like this one. Have a nice read :). Please R&R I want to hear what you have to say. AU And G!P WARNING. Don't like, Don't Read. Queen Regina is pining after her servant, (G!P) Emma, but is betrothed to Edward. Her mother and father are supportive of her decisions, but told her it is essential to have heirs. Edward notices their bond and is keen on separating them. Regina is struggling with the idea of not being with her love and scared that Emma will fall in love with the Queen of Panacea Maura.
Emma -a brave, brawny, blonde beauty with a large personality and a penis to match- was the Evil Queen's head maid. They had become very close friends and confidantes. The powerful brunette woman walked into the room, quickly taking notice of the exposed and fair skin of her closest servant.
"I'm almost done, I'll be out of your hair soon," she said flashing the older woman her charming grin.
As per usual, Regina simply waved her off and blushed while continuously smiling happily at her companion. Though both of them were reluctant to leave each other's presence, Emma grabbed her supplies and made a quick exit before they did it again. Not that kind of it but something worst. See, it was known around the castle that the newly inducted Queen had a soft spot for the God-like, blonde servant. No harm in that, except if a noblemen were to catch word of this affection, Emma would have to be sold to the next castle and neither of them wanted that. In correspondence, the scariest 'it' of them all was the meaningful gazes they so often share.
Emma beeped into Regina's room to ask the Queen's preference of meals for the evening. Regina contemplated for a while, "Is the kitchen stocked with the necessary ingredients to prepare a lasagne?"
Emma smiled at the Queen's politeness, "I'll see to it. Any beverage for the fairest of them all?"
There was a faint giggle to be heard before the Queen replied quirkily, "Don't flatter me, Dear. Water will be just fine, maybe a slice of lemon?"
"I'll be with you shortly, My Queen," Emma said not thinking about the implied possessive that she had said. The microphone was quickly disconnected and the chef began to make the best lasagne he had yet.
Half an hour later, an average maid brought the platter including fresh herbs and a lemon alongside the water. The Queen gave a friendly 'thank you' before the maid dipped her head in respect and swiftly leaving.
-SQ-
The next day found Emma in the garden tending to the flowers and plants. Little did she know, the olive skinned royal was unabashedly staring at her toned body. Looking over her shoulder, Emma smiled at the queen, "Good morning, you look beautiful, My Queen."
Bashfully looking towards the ground, Regina smiled and batted her lashes, "Thank you, Dear."
Unexpectedly, the Queen's fiance came around the corner. Edward was a bigoted man with little principals and a big ego. Regina truly despised the man but could not refuse his proposal. Her father had personally seen to it that they were to be married so Regina could take the throne rather than his brother, Harold.
Looking at him disdainfully, she snarked, "Hello, William. How are you?
Seeming to contemplate her words he looked around before his eyes reconnected with cold brown orbs, " Uh you mean Edward...?"
"Mhmm," she dismissed with a wave.
He shook off the usual but offensive treatment then continued the conversation. "I'm good. I was thinking we could get married sooner."
"How soon is soon to you, Dear?"
Taking the brunette beauty's hand, he smiled happily, "Today."
"That's too soon. I haven't even thought about my dress."
Emma laughs as quietly as she can, knowing (along with anyone else who has seen the two royals interact) that the Queen has no interest in the sniveling man.
Edward notices the chortle and turns around seeing the strapping back of the blonde, "Do you really not know that it is it illegal to disrespect the Queen by dressing like that?" he ghastly looks to the queen herself, "Regina! You allow your servant to walk around like this?"
The smaller woman's eyes are drawn to her heart's desire and smiled fondly before her eyes returned to Edward, "I think it is befitting."
He pointed at her in a childish manner, "No! Actually, nothing fits. His britches are way too tight and he's only wearing half a shirt! Not only can you see his...package, but his hair should be up or cut as a matter of a fact."
With impulsive, subtle glances at the said package, Regina found herself getting aroused. "Oh, be quiet, Daniel, and she is a female. Regardless of her gender, you have no right to boss my workers around. Lastly, your pants are just as tight. You simply aren't as big. Don't be jealous dear."
With his pride hurt, he quickly turns to the muscular and amused servant. "I could have you beheaded for treason," he growls at the blonde that looks at him courageously.
"I apologize, My Queen, but I will resign if I have to abide by the rules set by this measly excuse of a man. As you can see, My Queen, I cannot hold my tongue and fear what that would mean for me and my family. Only because ultimately, even though he is poking at me to anger me, I will be held responsible should I disrespect him when you two are wed."
The Queen quickly strode to Emma, "Please don't say something like that, Emma. Firstly, as he stands before you now, he is only a prince. He has no right to rule over my staff. And should you choose to stay, which I hope you do, I'll make sure you won't have to follow his orders...ever," the shorter woman said in earnest, more than reluctant to see the younger woman go, and having previously made plans to break the engagement and introduce Emma and her condition to her parents.
Looking at the older woman's body, she nodded licking her lips, "If it pleases you for me to stay, My Queen," Emma said looking into brown eyes. Regina felt her heart skip a beat and instinctively put her hand over her heart. She couldn't deny any longer the passion that lived inside her every time the fair servant spoke to her. The flutter that spanned her whole body when she moved in such graceful and strong ways at once. She also could not deny the love that she never could place for what it was until now as she looked in the cyan irises of her closest servant and former general.
Edward noticed that look that his fiance had given the blonde one too many times for his liking and looked on in outrage, "That is not your Queen servant! She is mine and mine alone," he spat in a jealous rage. His Queen had never given him even a fraction of devotion or attention as she continuously gives to the maid. He was tired of having to squabble with the help over what he felt he was entitled to and made a decision he would no longer let this stand for that.
"She is her own person and clearly has more tact and beauty than to be owned by a minuscule royal such as yourself," Emma said scowling at the man's audacity and his lack of manners. Edward stalked towards Emma cynically hoping to put her in her place when Regina stepped in front of her.
"Edward, I think it is time for you to go. I will not have you bullying my help. She has done nothing to you, and you are a man that apparently hits women based on your stance right now." Regina had her arms folded tightly against her breasts. Emma took her cue to finish tending to the flowers and get her materials as Edward stood a small distance away with his mouth agape staring at the powerful queen.
"Why would I leave?! I am your betrothed! You would really push me aside because of a small donnybrook with your lowly, freak of a servant?!" he yelled in frustration. Did his queen really not understand the hierarchy set by their predecessors? There was a strong and very strict rule about help and royals intermingling in a romantic manner. 'But….' he thought cynically, ' Maybe I can use their relationship in my favor to gain all I want. I can stand here and argue with these women...or I can do what real men do and plan my actions to get what I want.'
Regina growled at the mocking of her dear servant, "She is not just a servant you ignorant, bigoted neanderthal! She served for my kingdom for years as my best knight and can still wield a sword better than you and your whole army combined. Speak to her or any of my staff like that again and I will not hesitate to show you just how lowly you are to me. You are dismissed, Edward," She said turning her back to him to talk to Emma seeing that she had left. Angered at Edward's childish and unbecoming antics
Upon Edward's dramatic and quick exit, the monarch stormed into her home searching for Emma, more than angered at Edward's childish and unbecoming antics. As she was walking by she caught the attention of her favorite handmaid, Belle. Being as polite as possible, the meek servant called the brunette's name, "Queen Regina, I was wondering if you were alright?"
"Yes, I'm fine, Dear. Thanks for asking," Belle nodded gently. "I was just looking for-" Before Regina could finish, she heard Belle swoon and followed her eyes to see exactly who she was looking for.
Emma walked down the semi-crowded hall of female servants with her pants falling down from her lack of belt, catching several eyes including the Queen and her handmaid. Regina looked on at the women with jealous eyes. She often wished she could make Emma her king or queen….whichever she preferred. There was always a deep yet forbidden love in her heart for the strong and bashful servant. She wondered for so many days and nights how she would obtain the right to lay claim to what her heart so desired.
"Thank you, Emma," The brunette said stepping into the other women's line of sight.
"For what, my Queen?" the blonde asked seeing as she had actually gotten the older woman in an argument with her betrothed.
"Well, I guess for saying what I was too scared to say...Although I have more power than him in the hierarchy, he can try to move our marriage date closer based on what they call the 'cold period'... where they feel the wife-to-be is lashing out due to cold feet," she rambled wanting the blonde to understand just how much she had helped.
Emma looked at her in a way that lit the Queen's core and soul on fire. "Anytime… really. It was no problem, and even as I stand before you, no longer as your knight but as your servant, I still consider it my duty to protect and defend you."
"Even without the official title, t,o me you are always and forever my handsome, brave, and chivalrous knight. Have a nice day, ladies, " she said dismissing the maids off to other duties, "Emma, can you take over laundry? I have a lot of dresses I spilled some wine on and they are a little too heavy for a daintier female, that is if you don't mind?" she said glancing at Emma smiling brightly.
Though Emma doubted that many dresses would be on a low enough surface to have been soiled, she nodded with a smile of her own, "Yes ma'am." she responded immediately going upstairs to gather up the laundry. She was baffled at the lack of soiled clothing and went into the closet deciding she would just wash a few more items that might need an extra cleaning to please the queen. Regina came in shortly and quietly locked the door.
Emma looked up from the basket of dresses with a charming smile and beautiful eyes. Regina simply lost all composure and walked over to the blonde, kissing her with everything she had in her heart. Emma dropped the basket and kissed the brunette back, holding her waist while Regina began unbuckling her belt.