As you can see, I had so much pleasure writing the one shot part of this fic, that I just decided to say ''Screw that I'm doing a multi-chapter fic now!''
Half of this chapter isn't for sensitive readers, even though this fic is rated M, you might not feel at ease reading the end of this chapter. So I suggest, if you are someone who doesn't especiallyenjoy realistic and very hard moments, that you skip the scene that comes right after dinner time. Otherwise, I have warned the most sensitive of you for the others read at your own risks.
Disclaimer: I still do not own the characters -except my OC's- but I own the entire idea of the plot.
Her feet on the border of the balcony, her hands tightly grasping the parapet, her daddy's gaze burning on her back, she is ready to let it go and she does. She feels herself falling, and then it stops. A familiar grip has her floating in mid-air, slowly returning her on the safe floor of her room.
Her mother is standing in front of her, arms outstretched, magic flowing through her fingers and if her eyes could kill; the young girl would've been long dead.
"You foolish girl!" she scowls, "Did you really think it would be that easy?!"
With a flick of her wrist the young girl is paralyzed and an invisible barrier appears on every single door and window.
"Now, you can't ever leave this room…" she grins "Well not until you're married that is."
She turns her back on her daughter, walks past her father, grabs his shoulder and they disappear in a dark cloud of purple smoke.
Regina falls to the floor. Raging tears roll down her cheeks as she uselessly hits the floor with her fist. Her mind is rumbling with words that would make a lady choke on her tea, but none of them escape her pursed lips. She is trapped once again.
I was never truly free anyway… Now it's at least it's really clear that I'm a prisoner.
She lies on the floor, her right side facing the ground; she brings her knees to her chest once more and grabs strenuously her legs. She wants to disappear more than anything now… Her last hope was to die and now even that has been taken away from her. The wedding will be tomorrow; afterwards the King and his new wife will leave three days for the summer palace, leaving his annoying brat behind with her parents.
She is terrorized by what might happen then. She is disgusted by the mere idea of spending the rest of his days with him –the man is three times her ages, for Christ's sake…
Exhausted, the young girl finds her way to dreamland. Her mind assaulted by repulsing images and horrifying visions of her future… she doesn't wake up until morning, not until a servant enters the room and finds her on the cold slabs she was laying on.
-/-
A married woman… I am a married woman.
Her white dress is truly stunning, the corset incrusted with the most precious gems she has had the pleasure to gaze upon, her hair falling on her shoulders in soft, shining loops.
The King is sitting across from her in the pale carriage they are riding. Many servants are following behind the newly wed. She stares out the small window, the scenery is astonishing in the shadows of the late afternoon sun. He presses his hand on hers, chills start running down her spine. He feels cold and his touch makes her want to vomit; but she doesn't say a thing, stays silent just like her mother told her to be.
"Here it is, my Queen!" Leopold cheers gleefully.
Her head snaps towards the other window of the carriage, a magnificent manor stands in the horizon, contrasting with the forest; a lake lays at the feet of the domain, daylight shimmering and glistening on its surface.
She sighs, she is impressed and even though it's her wedding day, her eyes are dull and filled with concealed sadness.
The King takes Regina's hand and presses his thumb on her knuckles slowly brushing them.
"We have stables in the back of the domain, near the forest if you want to check them out…" he doesn't look at her while talking.
As they arrive in front of the mansion, the door of the conveyance opens from the outside and the warm afternoon air rushes into the inside. The breeze fills Regina's lungs, she swiftly jumps out of the carriage, and she runs down the alley up to the doors of the palace –the bottom of her dress brushing against the dirt. Many servants look at the young woman, bewildered.
She enters the empty, unlocked residence, still running she climbs the stairs to a room she hopes to find her personal items in, her hands are desperately trying to rip the dress off of her body. She hates it. The sooner she gets rid of it, the better she will be.
A knock is heard at the door by the time she has ripped half of her skirt and is fighting against the corset.
"Your Majesty?" a girl her age enters the room, "Do you need any help with that?" she bows down and keeps her head down.
"Please…" the Queen's voice is soft, "I can't seem to figure how to get rid of this thing." She gestures showing off the tight corset compressing her ribcage.
The young servant, comes behind her, unties gently the bodice and loosens it until it falls on the floor –completely opened; releasing its hold on Regina's breast.
"Freedom…" she sighs softly as she takes a deep breath. The young servant giggles behind her; she had almost forgotten she was there. "Can you go and fetch a blouse with long sleeves and a pair of pants for me please? There are in my luggage." She tilts her head to the side and smiles towards the girl.
She nods and looks into the Queen's wardrobe. Her eyes search frantically through the clothes, skirts, dresses and more dresses in her hands… She looks at Regina a frightened look upon her delicate face.
"There are no blouses or trousers in there, your Highness…"
Regina turns around, her left hand and arm covering her breasts, walks to the servant and takes a look into the luggage filled with pretty, pale colored dresses. She sighs loudly. Mother, can't you mind your own business from time to time? The young Queen is deeply annoyed by her mother's change in her wardrobe.
An idea comes into her mind; she eyes the servant from head to toe –approximatively the same height and shape, which should do just fine-, mischief flashes in the her dark brown eyes. She smirks and the poor servant looks confused.
"Do you have any trousers or blouses with you, dear?" she asks sweetly.
The young girl blushes and nods at her Queen.
"Then go and fetch them for me please." There is urgency in her voice as she waves her free hand towards the door.
The quiet girl exits the room, leaving a young Regina alone and almost naked. She starts to untie the back of her skirt with difficulty, but after two or three minutes the bulky piece of garment pools down at her feet. She gracefully steps out of it, walks to her bed and sits; waiting for the servant to return.
The servant knocks shyly at the door and enters the room just after. Her hands are filled with clothes and she smiles at the Queen, now lying down on her bed with nothing else but her underwear and a hand to cover herself. She coughs timidly, Regina stands up and gazes at the young girl's arms –full of clothes. She smiles and walks towards her.
"Let's have a look at that," she takes a beige shirt with long sleeves and a plunging neckline, "and that…" she smiles and takes out of the young servant's grasp a pair of dark brown pants –they look relatively unused, which is good.
"Need anything else your Majesty?" inquires the girl.
Turning around the Queen nods a no, throws the shirt on her bed, bends down a bit, lifts her left foot off the floor and puts on the pants. She repeats the same thing with the right side, and then walks to her looking glass. Her hands on her hips she admires the look she has in those trousers. Her arse is perfectly moulded by the tight –but not too much pair of pants- she smirks.
She takes the shirt and gracefully puts it on, it's a bit too big, she rolls up the sleeves a bit, adjust the strings of the neckline –to make it a bit less plunging- and admires herself in the mirror. She is stunning in those borrowed clothes. She looks nothing like a queen and that is why she loves it. She doesn't want to look like a queen…
With a nod of approval from Regina the young servant exits the room, leaving once more the young Queen on her own. She heads towards the window, looks outside –her room is facing the stables-, smiles brightly and runs outside and towards the horses.
As she enters the stables, she is pleased to see that Rocinante is there, eating some hay in his stall. Quickly taking a saddle and a bridle she walks towards her childhood steed. With swift and confident moves she ties the horse riding equipment's on him. Leading Rocinante out of the stables, she gracefully jumps and swings her leg across the saddle, landing in a sitting position on the steed's back. She caresses the horse's neck gently, before giving a light kick in its flanks.
In a split second they are galloping in a clearing on the King's domain. A false feeling of freedom fills her whole body as she feels the air brush against her cheeks. The sun warms her skin and she feels so good. For the first time in forever, she feels like she truly belong somewhere, and even though her heart clenches at the sight of a horse –remembering her long lost love- she never wants to get down her friend's back. That is until she spots a small silhouette in the distance waving at her.
Slowly making her way towards what she can now spot as one of her husband's guard, she sighs. She can never be happy and carefree for long, she thinks.
"Your Majesty!" the man shouts as the young woman gets down her horse, "The King is expecting you for dinner in an hour… It is time to get back." He patronizes her.
He takes the horse's bridle out of her hand and lead them back towards the big mansion on the hill. A flash of anger mixed with annoyance fills her eyes; she vigorously takes the bridle out of the guard's hand and starts walking faster.
"I can make my way home on my own," she snaps, "thank you very much." Her voice is filled with sarcasm on those last few words. She swings herself back on Rocinante and races away from him.
-/-
After making sure her friend was well fed and securely locked in the stables she made her way back to her room, took a dress out of the dresser they were now stashed in, putted on makeup and slipped into the simple gown.
Once she is done, she makes her way downstairs and towards the big lifeless dining room. She knows she is late –an hour late, actually-, but she could not care less…
"You are late my dear wife." Leopold's soft voice resonates in the room. He is standing next to a lit fireplace a drink in his hands. She bows elegantly.
"A Queen is never late… Everyone else is just early." She giggles, trying to ease up the tensed atmosphere.
He nods, walks towards the table filled with food and sits at the far end of it. He gestures to her, inviting his Majesty to do the same, and so she does –reluctantly…
She picks at her food, she is far from hungry, but she still tastes a bit of all. She's trying to at least be respectful towards the cooks that probably spent the whole day working on setting up all this.
We could feed a whole family for a week with all that stuff…
The meal continued silently. When she was done she excused herself, went to her chambers and without taking her outfit off she fell on her bed.
-/-
A loud knock on her door wakes her up, she groans and a small head slips its way into the opening of the door. Wiping away the remaining bits of sleepiness from her eyes, she is surprised to see the young servant standing awkwardly in the doorway.
"The King wants to see you, my Queen," she is playing with her hands, not once looking towards Regina, she adds, "he is waiting for you in his chambers…"
The Queen chokes on her breath as she feels a knot tying in her stomach. She exhales loudly remembering to breathe. She gets out of bed, her legs are shaky and she is pretty sure that by the time she gets there she will faint.
She doesn't want to go, it's dark outside and she knows what usually happens on the first honeymoon night. It disgust her, she wants to vomit and run, but she can't she has to be strong. Stronger then she has ever been before.
Shyly she knocks at the King's door; she hadn't realized she had walked so fast. The entry opens on its own, she walks in –still feeling sick-, the air is warm, candles are lit all across the room, the floor is scattered with rose petals and the bed is undone. She wants to run away –more than ever now-, she wants to scream, to kick and make a fuss. Her instinct is telling her that this is perverted and wrong on so many levels.
"Lock the door, Regina." The King's gentle voice says and she does like he asked.
Tears are pooling in her eyes, she blinks them away, walks towards the huge bed in the middle of the room and then sits on it, apprehending the dreadful night ahead of her.
Leopold walks out of the bathroom; he's wearing a loose shirt and a pair of trousers. He walks up to her, wraps his hands around her waist and lifts her on her feet. Regina turns her head away from the man she now calls her husband, but he starts to trail eager open-mouthed kisses on her jawline and down her neck. They feel cold and devoid of any trace of love.
One of his hands makes its way to her forearm, pulling on her sleeve, revealing her collarbone and the flesh of her shoulder. He kisses and nibbles on the pulse beating on her neck and then moves downwards towards her collarbone, leaving a trail of wet kisses as he goes. His left hand leaves her waist and travels across her body towards her arse, grasping it vigorously. He groans visibly content with himself.
She is mortified, her head is spinning, and her eyes are fixed on a crack in the wall, because if she looks at him she knows she won't be able to stop the tears threatening to flow.
This is not about me, she keeps repeating to herself, and so she lets him lead the dance.
Both of the King's hands leave the young girl's body, her head tilts towards her husband. He's looking at her body, from head to toe. A smirk on his face, he takes Regina's frail hands, turns her around and then proceeds' in untying the strings that hold the piece of clothing together.
As soon as he's done and her dress pools at her feet, the warm air becomes freezing. She fights against the urge of covering herself up and dash away from his gaze.
Her body stiffens when she feels his long crooked finger slide against her naked back towards her lace underclothes. His finger slips between the only remaining piece of garment she is wearing, tugging on it so slowly to make it move downwards.
Once her white laces panties are in the middle of her thighs, she feels the King's hand grasp the fragile fabric and tear it apart. Chills run down her spine –she isn't ready for whatever might come next. She turns around, a hand chastely hanging over her breasts, her cheeks are crimson red and her eyes are holding back tears as she looks down at the floor. Slowly her husband grabs her chin and pulls it towards his face. He smiles, leans in and lays a soft kiss on her plumped lips. He gently nibbles at her lower lips, parts his lips and forces his way into the young Queen's mouth. Her tongue fights against his, he enjoys it –terribly. Her rejection, her teasing, turns him on –making his trousers suddenly become a lot tighter.
She pushes him back, but his arms are now wrapped around her, trapping her like an animal as he grinds his hips and his erection against her naked body. He walks towards the bed, pushing her until she flinches against the bedside. She falls onto it and he falls on her, his large body caging her under him.
With his right hand, he grabs both her wrist and pulls them above her head. She struggles a bit, her hands feeling the need to be free, but he is too strong for her frail body.
Tears pool once again in her eyes, and she bites into her lower lip to keep them there. She bites so hard her mouth fills with the pungent taste of blood.
Leopold's left hand travels around her body, making its way towards the apex of her thighs. Her flanks clenches – very hard- making it almost impossible for him to explore the wetness –although very dry- that he'd like to feel on his new wife's figure. He abandons the idea of getting there with his hand and so he starts pulling down his trousers one-handed –which proves to be very difficult.
This is almost over Regina just suck it up, she keeps telling herself, on the edge of breaking down.
He smirks when she looks at him, his long shirt falls almost to the middle of his thighs –his now naked thighs-, she gasps apprehensive. Her body clenches now more than ever, she can't do it. This so twisted, it's repulsing her.
She throws her head back; she doesn't want to look at him anymore. She doesn't wish to look upon the face of the man about to take her so precious virginity.
His knee finds its place between her legs and spreads them apart, gently. He leans over her, places himself and then thrusts into her; fiercely and without passion. He moves into her, quickly, his movement are filled with repressed anger and wrath. Beneath the fair and just man everyone knows, lies an angry man.
She tilts her head to the side, not breathing, it hurts each time he moves, and a stray tear roll down the side of her face.
Although it is over very quickly, he pulls out, comes over her lower abdomen, falls on her and then rolls to the side, his face facing the ceiling.
As soon as he lets go of her the young girl gets up, wipes herself with his trousers, puts her dress back on and runs out of the room –just like she wanted to do earlier. She storms into her room and heads towards her private washroom. She cannot repress how sick she feels and retches in the toilet. As she vomits, the tears she was holding back find their way back into her deep brown eyes and damp her beautiful cheeks.
She feels so dirty, she takes a washcloth that was hanging next to a bassinet and dips it into the bassinet's water. Twisting the cloth she undresses and starts washing her lower abdomen –the sickening feeling coming back to her.
Once she is physically clean she takes a new pair of panties, heads in the direction of her huge bed and crawls under the sheets cowering in a fetal position.
The young Queen's sobs and laments can be heard on the whole floor as she cries herself to sleep.
This is what I had to do…
Disgusted much? I know I am... Anyway hope you liked tonight's episode and that you liked this new chapter. More coming someday.
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