"My Queen." He has a soft voice but still terrifies her. They have been married for a year now. This life, for some one of luxury and wealth but for her a cage. A golden cage but a cage nonetheless. She looks up to him, her husband, The King of The Enchanted Forest. "It's time." She nodds and takes his hand. To an outsider it seems a gesture from him helping her up from the bench she's sitting on, but Regina knows better than that. It's one of his ways to let her know he's in control. Not she. Never she.
He puts his hand on the small of her back while walking beside her to their bed chamber. The both of them are silent. The King doesn't speak to her unless it's unavoidable and Regina isn't allowed to talk to him unless being spoken to.
Her dresser is waiting for the Royal Couple in the hallway. He follows The King and his Queen, who is a beautiful young lady. No one in the Kingdom understands their marriage; The King must be at least 40 years older than she is. But no one stood up for her. Everyone is afraid of The King and what he can do. So Regina's dresser quietly follows them into the Royal Bed Chamber. In there The Queen immediately puts down her dress. She knows what is expected from her. The King unties the tight corset she's wearing underneath. The dresser looks away when The King strokes Regina's bare back. She's much too young for this kind of life and she certainly doesn't deserve King Leopold as her husband, who treats her as one of his possessions and not as his wife.
The King sits down on a chair in front of Regina so he has an excellent view on her. The dresser knows that this is his sign to get to work. Like every month for the past year he takes his measuring tape and measures The Queen's body. He works quickly but with respect for the girl. Every time he needs to touch her body he makes sure to look her in the eye; she has deep brown eyes but every time he sees them, he also sees the emptiness. The clear absence of any emotion. He figures it's her way to deal with this life that has been forced on her.
After a couple of minutes, the dresser nodds. The Queen turns around so her husband can put the corset back on. King Leopold ties the laces firmly together. The dresser hears a sharp inhale coming from The Queen. Then a small yelp; The King has pinched her arm without a doubt. Everyone knows that's how The Queen's arms are painted with small bruises. When The Queen is dressed again, The King looks at the dresser who now nodds. "The Queen is definitely losing weight, my King. She looks more and more stunning with every passing day." This is not what the dresser wants because this young girl is too tiny, too small for her age and height, but this is what The King wants to hear. The dresser nodds and bows before leaving the Royal Bed Chamber.
When Regina's dresser has left their bed chamber, King Leopold turns to his wife. "Don't make that mistake again or you'll find yourself in the dungeons one day." he says. "Yes, my King." A very soft and tiny voice emerges from the young girl. When The King leaves her for the rest of the day, Regina sits in the chair closest to the window and looks outside.