This was requested, and I honestly loved that one-shot, if it was just a singular one-shot I would probably make it a full on series. So anyway, here's the sequel to The Best Mistake.

Disclaimer: Nope, still don't own them.

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Roland ran from the Queen's chambers, down the long and narrow hallways, and into his own room. Robin looked up in alarm, rushing to his frantic son. There was a panic inside him as he saw the blood on his son's cloak.

"Roland, what's happened?" He checked his son over for injuries, but he didn't find any, not a scratch.

Roland recounted the story, glorifying Regina a little bit, but it was accurate otherwise. Robin listened in a mix of anger, worry, relief and happiness.

He was angry at her for taking his son on such a dangerous voyage, worried because Roland had said the blood was hers, relief at his son's safe return, and happy because both Roland and the Queen were back and alive.

He left Roland to Little John, and had rushed to the Queen's chambers, flinging the door open.

She was sitting at her vanity, trying to pull something from her arm. That wasn't the first thing he noticed though, the first thing he noticed was that she was in a robe, which had been pulled down to reveal her arms. She barely had anything on under it.

"Jesus!" Her head swung back, her long and damp hair swinging with it. "Haven't you ever heard of knocking!"

"What were you thinking bringing Roland out to the forest? He could of been injured by one of those beasts!" Robin was fighting to find his composure, her chest was all but bare, and though she had shrugged the robe up and tightened it he couldn't rid himself of that image.

"It was his idea, he wanted to show me his 'forest magic.' And was it ever magical..." She recounted, a fond smile spreading over her face. She refocused on the thief again, suddenly uncomfortable. She had drawn herself a bath after Roland had gone, washing the blood and dirt from herself.

"Yes, but you were attacked, and Roland could of been hurt."

"I knew I could protect him. I didn't just march into the forest and say 'alright Roland lead the way.' I took a horse." She said sarcastically, if she was uncomfortable she certainly didn't show it.

"The fastest horse in our stables, Roland was always literally an inch away from me, and I knew I could handle a monkey and protect Roland at the same time."

"Then what happened?" He took a step closer to her, he was now inches away from her.

"I saw a monkey, I bolted to the nearby cabin, my mind wasn't clear enough to use magic, I broke in, and apparated back here."

"In the span of...?"

"I wasn't exactly keeping time while I ran for our lives."

"You protected Roland?"

"Of course! That was my only concern, that he get back here safely."

"That's not how I meant it milady. I mean, Roland doesn't have a scratch on him, not a scratch. But you..." He reached out, and although she tensed she did not pull back. He slipped down the shoulder of her robe, revealing her arm. "Are most definitely wounded."

"It's a scratch."

"Was it a monkey that scratched you...?" He asked, remembering his place and taking a step back as she robed herself again.

"No, I told you I broke into the cabin. I didn't think to use magic so I put my arm through the window. Haven't you been listening?" She shook her head, but a gentle grin was beginning to surface on her face.

"You said nothing of the window milady. Does it hurt?" He too was beginning to smile, a joking manner almost reappearing into his voice.

"Oh, I've had worse. I just need to get the glass shards out before I can heal myself."

"Should I get the Prince or the Princess? Perhaps a healer?"

"No! No, don't get Snow or David, that is the last thing I need right now. I just need to get the glass out. You said Roland was unharmed? I was afraid I hurt him while pulling him from the saddle, or running with him."

"Yes, Roland was absolutely fine. He's beginning to look at you as his hero, that's twice you've saved him from one of those winged beasts."

"Hm, I tell him he's my knight, how does that work out?" She smiled at the thought of Roland. She slipped her robe down and began her work again.

Robin looked at her and then at the door, wondering if that was the conclusion of their conversation.

"If this makes you uncomfortable you can go, you don't have to, but you could. If you wanted." For the first time in a long time, she stumbled for words.

"No, no I'm fine. Well, I express great gratitude to you for protecting my son, and taking him out."

Regina waved her free hand, wincing as she pulled another glass shard out of her arm.

"Milady! Your wound still bleeds!" Robin watched horrified as the white sleeve of her robe went red with blood.

"Oh, don't worry I'm fine. The parts where the glass has been taken out has been healed, when I extract the glass from those pieces of skin it begins to bleed."

"Milady, if you have taken that many shards out of your arm, and you have been healing the wound with every shard, how big was the wound?" Robin felt a strange sense of worry come over him, and caring. "The wound still looks rather large."

"I don't think that's your concern thief." Regina replied, pulling another shard from the same piece of skin.

"Just common curiosity milady."

"If you must know, it was most of my arm. Most of it had no glass in the wound, easy to heal. The rest has been... difficult. I took a bath to try and get the blood off, but every time I pull one the damn thing begins to bleed more." She almost pouted, sealing the piece of skin she was working on.

"How did you acquire such a large gash? I understand you broke a window, but it should not injure your entire arm!" He wanted to rush to her and help and hold her and just make it better.

"It was a small window!" She retorted, turning to face him again. "I had to actually break it, then I had to wave my arm around in it till I found the lock, then open the damn thing, all the while holding Roland."

"Do you need any assistance with that. Even if you have managed to pull a quarter of the glass out, it will be a long night for you filled with many ruined robes. I could help."

She laughed, turning her entire body to face him.

"How do you suppose you're going to do that? Supply encouraging words while I pull the wretched things out of my arm? Perhaps dab away the blood? There's nothing you could do here."

She turned away from again, still chuckling.

"I could extract the glass for you."

"Really?" She asked, knowing this was a long job that would keep him here until maybe morning if they kept going at the pace they were right now. "That will take a long time."

"Well, every time you save my son I feel like I am indebted it you, this is a good way to pay my dues. No?"

"Hm. I suppose so." She quirked an eyebrow and stood, annoyed of yet another robe having to be washed. "Don't look."

She slipped herself out of the robe, having only a short black nightgown underneath. He wasn't looking at her before, but unable to hear her fully her turned to look.

He spun himself around again, his eyes wide. He had seen the Queen, disrobed. And although he knew it was very wrong, he rather liked the sight. She just as beautiful as the stories had said.

The stories also said she used seduction to get what she wanted.

Regina hadn't known he had seen, and as she went on getting a new robe she peeked over her shoulder to check.

"Alright, you can look now."

Robin nodded and made his way over, looking at her for confirmation before slipping the sleeve down again.

"Do you have something I could use to take them out?" He traced the wound with his fingers, and found them come back sticky with her blood.

"The tweezers on the table, you'll also find a little tray, put the shards in there."

"Right. Shall I get started then?"

"Whenever you're ready thief."

"I have a name you know." He replied with a smirk, beginning his task.

"So do I, but only a select few use it."

"What if I want you to be one of my 'select few'?"

She drew in a breath before continuing, she looked at him with the corner of her eye and a smile found it's way to her lips.

"Then I not-so-respectively decline."

"That's no way to run an entire kingdom."

"Hm, well I don't think I'm the most favoured person. You know, the fact that I'm 'The Evil Queen.' Besides, my step-daughter is running the kingdom now."

"Does that mean I'll be able to call you by your name?"

"No... You don't even call me by my proper title now, don't push it."

"Yes milady."

She turned her head towards him, a small gap in her mouth. She smiled and shook her head and turned her head back towards the mirror.

"Mirror, mirror, on the wall..." She mumbled, Robin looked up and smiled at her peculiar behaviour.

"I have a feeling it won't answer-" He began, but jumped back as a face appeared inside her mirror.

"You're back inside your mirror again I see... I was just testing."

"Why is there a man in your mirror?!" Robin asked, looking back and forth from the mirror and the Queen.

"Long story, now shush. You're hurting me."

He mumbled his apologies, still staring in disbelief.

"Who's he?" The mirror asked, looking disdainfully at Robin.

"Just someone tending to a wound. Nevermind him, where is the bitch who calls herself my sister?"

"I will search Your Majesty, but she will be hard to find."

"I don't care, find her!" Regina sneered waving her hand as the man in the mirror faded.

"Well, could I hear that long story now?" Robin asked, recovered from his shock.

"Perhaps another day." She replied, looking away from him again.

He jumped back in alarm when she cried out in pain.

"Watch it! Don't just stab me with those things it hurts!"

"Thousand apologies milady. Have you cleaned the wound? It's showing signs of early infection."

"I took a bath. If you could get the glass out without torturing me, that would be nice. I'll heal my arm and burn out the infection then."

Robin nodded, guilty looking at the cringe on her face with every shard he took. This was going to be a long night, but at least he got to spend it with the Queen.

A.N: So there it is, hope you enjoyed it! Thanks to all my great followers, favouriters and reviewers!