Chapter 2: The Dark Princess
Several months later under Cora's tender-loving-care
Emma brought the glass of wine to her lips and sipped some more. Cora watched her like a hawk as usual. Emma shifted half an inch in her chair to relieve some of the pressure from her corset on her left side. She still had bruises there from Cora's last lesson in obedience. Emma's life for the past few months had felt like an eternity as her life narrowed to princess lessons by a harsh mistress. Her obedience was assured through pain and manipulation and the fact that Snow was currently imprisoned in the dungeons below the castle. With a combination of magic and persuasion, all Cora had to do to reclaim the castle was pronounce she had found the heir to Snow's throne. Snow herself in the dungeon was a secret to all but Cora, Emma, and a few fearfully loyal guards.
Emma couldn't leave, couldn't abandon Snow. Although she had tried to test the boundaries of her castle, and found Cora had laid enchantment after enchantment, determined to keep her here at all costs. Emma and Snow were punished severely for any misconduct on Emma's part.
Thanks to Cora's incessant meddling, Emma had earned a reputation outside the walls of the castle, the Dark Princess they called her. They had no idea the enchantments and royal orders all came from Cora's will, not Emma's. She was really no more than a mouthpiece. They couldn't revolt against the rightful heir to the throne. That would be evil.
Emma was contemplating the prison bars on her window when Regina suddenly tumbled out of her bedroom fireplace like she had been flown there by floo powder.
Emma stared in shock, terrified she was hallucinating the whole thing. How many dreams had she had about Regina and her bitchy personality showing up to rescue her from this living hell? She consoled herself that she always dreamed about Regina coming to the rescue because she was the only bitch she knew that was tough enough to take Cora out.
Coughing from the amount of soot that was released by her fall, Regina gathered herself and got to her feet. She beamed with pride (at last one of her spells had worked!), but then she saw the person standing in front of her.
Emma Swan was a far cry from the simple town sheriff she had known the girl to be. Her golden hair was braided up into an elaborate style around her crystal tiara. Her elegant, ice blue dress swept all the way to the floor. And a corset! The girl was actually wearing a corset! The corset caused the pale flesh of her breasts to swell deliciously at the top edge of her dress. It took all of Regina's control not to openly at gape at the vision in front of her.
Emma pulled herself together faster than Regina.
"It's been almost a fucking year. And now you show up! What were you doing all this time? Picking apples?" Emma snarled at her.
Regina snarked right back. "I haven't seen my son in months thanks to your idiocy. All because you couldn't avoid falling into a hat."
"I was the one who saved your royal backside from that dementor!"
Regina snorted. "It was not a dementor. What has Snow been reading to you? Harry Potter?"
"Shut up!" Emma's eyes flashed a dangerous blood-red and Regina felt something strike her across the face.
Well, that's new. Regina thought to herself, before her own eyes flashed violet and she smacked Emma back with the same amount of force.
"You know, it's considered bad manners to attack someone who's come to rescue you." Regina said conversationally as she watched Emma touch the side of her face with surprise. "You think you're the only one who knows how to do tricks?"
Am I the only one that loved Regina's purple eyes in the last episode? Squeee!