Regina reappeared inside her bedchambers soundlessly - the remains of her magical purple smoke dissipating into nothing - as she took a deep breath, a large grin working its way about her features. She knew the color red still flushed her cheeks as she felt a pleasurable tingle down below, as if the thief's tongue had burned into the skin of her intimacy. She released a satisfied sigh, her whole body still vibrated from the high she had just come down from, she twisted her neck to the side until it gave a pleasant click.
"Who knew negotiating with assassin thieves could be so entertaining?"
Regina could not even remember when it was that she had started planning how she was going to rid herself of Snow. When the brat had sought solace in her, Regina had held her – making empty promises of how she would now be mother and father – but she had wanted nothing more than to use a small amount of magic and as much physical force as she could to snap the girl's neck on the spot. Nevertheless, she knew better than to give into those wishes, she longed to bathe in the young woman's blood but, after doing so, she wished to keep her head on her shoulders.
A plan was needed, so a plan she fabricated. It was of great assistance to Regina that Snow insisted upon having no other escort but the sweet and old Johanna accompanying her to Leopold's last resting place. But Regina always knew that killing the brat herself was not an option, the kingdom was still very much loyal to her and she knew they would turn on her if she so much as touched a single stand of her hair. She needed someone to get their hands dirty for her, but none of her men would do quite simply because they weren't hers, they served the crown, had sworn an oath to protect the royal family, they would never turn on Snow, let alone do all the atrocities she had planned.
No, Regina needed someone from the outside, someone with no compassion, who would show no mercy, with no morals, no scruples to hold him back even when faced with Snow's innocent green eyes and annoying pleas. Someone with no code, no honor and with incredible skill, quick and clean, and yet cold blooded enough to cut out a heart for her from Snow's helpless lifeless body.
She had been lucky he had been causing trouble just in the neighboring kingdom, making enough uproar to reach Leopold's ears one fateful afternoon whilst he had been pretending to be a decent human being and hearing – but not really listening – to his people's requests at the throne room.
Regina's heart had almost skipped a beat whilst she heard about how the once fair and just Robin Hood had killed fourteen men alone in one night. How he had stung them with his fatal arrows, not poisoned but aimed in ways that made men as tall as doors drop lifeless to the ground immediately. Regina's cheeks had burned with enthusiasm when hearing he had slashed and killed any men who would stand in his way, and when the innkeeper's wife had come into the fight screaming words no one could recall, he had slid her throat with one single motion of his dagger.
Perfect
He would do just fine
Regina chose to procure his service only after Leopold was stone dead and although her connections were extensive, there was a small amount of difficulty in locating him, since he had not been seen causing uproar for a little more than a month.
But fate and luck were on her side when word reached her that he had been spotted in a village within the borders of her kingdom. She had sent her men to fetch him knowing he would never answer to a royal request and already readied herself in making arrangements to summon a good sum in gold as payment for his services.
All thought of gold and formal negotiations evaporated from her mind when she set her eyes on Snow's future killer. He was striking, although a bit of washing was required, he was attractive enough that even when dirty he looked good enough to eat. Ideas of how she could save the crown some gold and get her bed heated up with this feral looking man – whilst still having Snow's head on a platter - invaded her head.
She had to admit the biting words did amuse her, he was bold, and apparently there was very little of which he feared, which made his prospects even better. The burning looks they sent each other flared Regina up and before she knew it, her teeth were sinking into the soft flesh of his earlobe whilst she could feel his body heat buzzing only a few inches away from her own.
When she had first touched him, there was spark, an odd electricity she could not recall having ever felt before. Regina brushed it off and tried to focus on retelling her plan, but when his body was flush against hers, his lips attached to the skin of her neck, she could feel the odd twinge yell at her.
And to hell with self-control, he had already agreed to do her bidding anyway.
She felt good
No, more than good, she felt incredible. As he bit down on her flesh, she could not help but moan and soften in his touch. His erection hot and stiff against her as he rubbed himself on her shamelessly, uncaring of consequences were he to cross a line.
Even after he had left, she could still feel his presence; an odd buzzing shiver ran up and down her spine when she recalled their brief but intense moment together.
Regina gathered she had to be going raving mad, he was, - she had to admit – quite attractive and rough around the edges, just the way she liked it, but this whole affair was ridiculous. She looked back in all the much longer and much more intimate exchanges she had had throughout her life. She had tried to convince herself they had felt just as good, pure physical pleasure, which was all they had been and that was what she had just had had with the outlaw.
Regina did not know the reason why she had gone to see him again in the first place after such little time apart, only a mere set of hours. She had told herself it was to prove herself wrong, that his touch was not all that good and that their skin to skin contact did not make her dizzy and at times, weak at the knees.
She had been wrong
She did not want to admit it but the thief's performance that evening was probably one of the best times a man had had his lips on her intimacy; surely Jefferson had been less prickly and gentler, had known her inside and out, therefore known exactly how she liked it and what made her scream. And yet, Regina had experienced such a powerful sensation when the archer's mouth was on her, making magic of his own when his set of teeth nibbled at her clit, extracting ferocious sounds from her mouth whilst he pumped his fingers into her. It was a brand of pleasure she could not trace back to ever feeling before.
It was electric, spreading itself throughout Regina's entire body, pulsating from every single spot he had touched her.
Regina had never been so wrong about something.
And now she found herself craving her next encounter with the outlaw already; meticulously planning what she would have him do, and wondering what, exactly, she was going to give him as a reward.
She headed to her dresser with her head still in the clouds, a pleased smile played on her recently colored lips. For even though her original plan was to pay a visit to certify herself he was not all that, Regina made sure to add a new coat of red to her smile as well as letting down her hair from the half updo he had half ruined with his searing hands on their first encounter. But Regina would rather die before letting anyone know of her concern as to her appearance when the bandit saw her.
Her smile, however, dropped immediately to give way to a scowl, followed by a small growl of discontentment when she eyed the contents lying on the top of the mahogany piece of furniture in front of her.
She had set aside all of the jewels Leopold had given her throughout their ten long and torturous years of marriage. Regina planned to get rid of all those pretty chunks of jewelry for the mere sight of those bright pink and sky blue rocks made her sick to her stomach.
The man clearly had never truly pondered upon what she might like or what might actually go well with her complexion. No; he had simply given her things he knew his first wife would favor and sometimes even some of Eva's old things. Because crying out the woman's name whilst he took Regina clearly had not been enough, Regina was almost sure he was trying to recreate the image of his late wife in her, the very thought of it made her want to empty the contents of her stomach unto his ridiculous bald head.
As well as making Regina's life a living hell by making her play babysitter to the girl responsible for the death of the love of Regina's life, Leopold always made her aware of the fact that he found Eva to be so much of a better fitting Queen, especially when Regina would not show sufficient amount of enthusiasm when he had presented her with such gifts.
Old git!
Regina took one turquoise ring in between her fingers as she sat down on the stool by the dresser. A vile laugh suddenly burst from her lips, her heart beating steady and nicely on her chest, as if she had been injected with some sort of addictive toxin.
If everything goes according to plan, I am having that thief fuck me in Leopold's bed.
Regina broadly smiled at the idea of the Prince of Thieves himself having his wicked way with her on the King's bed.
Revenge was sweet indeed
"Where were you?"
Regina's delicious and easy heartbeat almost stopped altogether when the hollow voice reached her senses; upon reflex a loud gasp left her lips and Regina jumped up from her chair and looked around with wild eyes, searching for the source of the odd question.
She did not have to look a long time for the source could not move, the hovering head on the mirror of her dresser looked upon her attentively.
"What do you mean, 'entertaining'? Where were you? I have to know!" He demanded.
Regina's rage built with every one of the former genie's questions. How dare he?
She was so enraged and shocked that she could only stare at him, her eyes almost popping out of her head and her hands clutching the ends of the dresser with so much force her knuckles turned white and her nails created crescent shaped indents in the wood.
"I looked for you everywhere and couldn't see you. I had to see you-"
When the man's words took on a sweeter tone, his eyes became pleading and desperate, Regina managed to grasp her wits about herself again as reality came back into focus.
Before she could think about what she was doing, Regina let out a rage-filled scream as she drove her fist towards the reflective surface that housed the haunting head, with as much force as she had behind her, not a drop of magic in the mix, just pure physical strength made even stronger by rage. Her fist made contact with the cold glass, which shattered where her force had struck it, creating crooked lines of deformity about the rest of the reflective surface. Pieces of broken glass mingled with the unwanted jewels, as she shook off a few shards that had attached themselves to her hand. She felt a small sting on her working hand, knowing that she must have hurt herself in her hate-filled act but the pleading voice faded away.
Regina was tired, worn out, the events of the past week having drained her almost completely. Had she known the price she would have to pay for playing with the affections of that genie, she would have thought of another way – any other way - to get rid of Leopold. Now she was haunted by his image day and night he was there inside every single reflective surface she would look upon and it was driving her to the brick of insanity with apprehension and hate.
He was possessive, jealous, as if she was his to have only because he had made a sacrifice for her, as if she owed him something. Regina knew it too well it was not the case but still he would demand to know where she was and what she was doing, which, combined with his overly saccharine and meek way of addressing her – as if he still was a slave to her bidding - resulted in Regina shattering more mirrors than she could ever count.
He was still there; there were still chunks of glass big enough to house his infuriating head. He was looking at her, his face in every reflective piece of the trashed mirror that now mingled amongst the jewelry she loathed with all her being. Those little pieces of fortune had served more as shackles than adornments; they symbolized her slavery to the dead monarch, and displayed the way her life had been completely deprived of liberty.
But that was no more
The King is dead
Simmering purple rage mixed with a dark manner of joy filled Regina's heart as she lifted her hand, palm up. Thoughts of all the pain and all the hate she felt towards the people that had led her to this life; the King, her mother, Snow.
As the joy and hatred consumed her, darkness tinging her already blackening heart, pumping erratically with vile happiness, a mighty fireball lit up her palm, the orange flames lighting up her eyes and reflecting off the tears she refused to let fall.
Regina threw the fireball at the dresser. The ball hit the very center of the piece, where the shards and jewels rested, and from that fiery sphere, serpent like strands of fire were born and quickly enraptured the whole dresser, setting it completely ablaze in seconds. The raw magical heat destroying every last inch of it as well as the precious gems and shards of mirror alike.
This was to be her new symbol of freedom.
Fire
Destruction
Regina was finally free through it
As she watched the dresser burn down, along with the shattered mirror and the jewelry, Regina realized for the first time that being the Queen finally meant being in charge. She was finally in control of her life, now she could go wherever she liked, whenever she liked and do whatever she liked. No one was ever going to lock her up, and no one was going to use her ever again. No longer was she a prisoner, bound by the shackles of marriage, no more was she the beautiful trophy wife. The sweet and quiet Queen was gone, the woman the King used as pretty decoration he could show off was dead.
Now, she was in charge; no one would ever question her authority or follow her steps. Regina was never going to sneak around, puff from one place to the other in order to miss the guards ever again. Now she would march to the stables in whichever garb she chose and take whatever horse she wanted, and she would ride until she ached. She would round all the borders of this pathetic kingdom and cross them all, for now, she was her own master and she would go wherever she wanted.
From then on, Regina vowed to mark the castle as her own, she was going to have sex in every single room without a single trace of worry – and if the guards happened to see or hear, she could not care less. She was going to scream her lungs out when she orgasmed, no longer afraid of getting caught, the thought of it happening now sent a thrilling chill up her spine as opposed to the dread filled feeling she would normally get.
And most importantly, now she would come out to the world as her true self, a powerful sorceress with drive and strength who will stop at nothing to get what she wanted.
This realization brought angry tears to Regina's eyes, and she let out a choked sob that had been waiting almost ten years to be freed as she clutched her middle. They were hot tears of joy, a venomous darkened beautiful joy she had learned with the years to bask in.
"DAMN!"
Regina was yet again startled and brought back to the here and now by a bodiless voice.
"No!" She cried, her voice broke at her cry. She turned to the full-length mirror that faced her bed, she was so tired, her voice came out almost pleading, "-please just leave me-"
But her words were cut short, giving way to a short gasp when her eyes met the image on the mirror.
Instead of the hovering head Regina was expecting, she was met with the sight of the dingy half lit room that she had just poofed herself from.
The pin!
She had completely forgotten about the pin and her enchanted mirror, which was linked to the small red four-end star.
Ever since that haunting figure had started invading her privacy, Regina searched for any and all spells to keep it at bay. She had finally found one, a banishing spell that would eliminate every attempt the genie made to use the mirror to spy on her.
Unfortunately, all magic has many rules, and the main rule for this banishing spell was that the castor could only use the spell once for it entwined blood magic. If it was not so, Regina would have spent as long as it took to enchant every single reflective surface in the castle. But unfortunately was not an option, so she had picked out her bedroom mirror, knowing that even when the genie didn't make his presence known, the creep probably watched her there anyway. The mere thought of his eyes on her in her private moments made her shiver in disgust.
Earlier, when the outlaw's lips had not let her concentrate on anything other than the contrast between soft skin and scratchy stubble and she finally gave into her desires to go see him again, she had created an excuse to go to him. Regina quickly enchanted a pin she had found scattered about her room and had used her powers to link it to her protected full-length mirror so it would display every image the pin faced.
The image currently being shown in the mirror was an old battered small table, which was tedious at most. The mood quickly changed when the addition of a foot – along with a leg – made their way into her field of vision.
Said foot kicked the table hard, making it crumble to the floor, the wood almost disintegrating.
The owner let out a loud "SHIT!", and her vision bounced a little and Regina had to chuckle at the idea of the outlaw hoping on one foot in pain over what he had just done.
When the movement ceased she heard him take in a big intake of breath – which made the image rise softly up and down once – followed by a sigh.
His voice was slightly raspy and much quieter when he spoke again, "Damn," he huffed out a breath and groaned, "Damn her, that fucking tease."
A mischievous grin spread across Regina's face as the thief's words reached her ears. The warmth in the pit of her stomach he had ignited twice that day already started to bloom again.
Regina had to admit she was not that surprised, she had left him high and dry, hard as a rock in a small dingy room after having him bring her the most insane of orgasms
Well, what was I supposed to do? Go down on my knees and suck his cock?
Regina chuckled at the idea, it was completely out of the question. Regina did not get on her knees, ever. And if she ever did, she would have so much control over the situation that the act of kneeling would not be seen as demeaning at all. Although there was a part of her who quite fancied the idea of showing the thief that he was not the only one with an incredibly talented mouth, her ego and pride were far too strong to let her give into such desires.
So Regina chose to watch the image on her mirror, she could tell he was pacing with some fervor about the room, his huffs mixing in with the creaks of aged wood from the floorboards beneath his feet.
Suddenly he stormed towards the door and swung it open violently, racing down the stairs at a speed so fast the image in the mirror was blurred. He barely stopped to yank the front door opened so hard Regina was amazed it was still on its hinges, the momentum making the door close right behind him with a loud bang.
Well, someone is a bit frustrated today. Wonder why-
Regina's thoughts, however, turned from amused to confused when she saw the outlaw had made his way into the woods, his pace still quickened, his breathing still heavy and most probably with his cock still stiff inside his pants.
What the hell is he doing? Where does he think he is going?
Regina considered just poofing herself in front of him to exchange a few heated words about leaving the headquarters she had ordered him to stay in. But as she observed his tracking about the thin trees of the small wood, she could see he had not opted for the path that led a smart quick escape but rather his course took him to a small lake. She heard him exhale heavily whilst contemplating the not very extensive watery surface. He took a few leisurely steps towards the water and halted at very edge of the lake.
The moon was full that night and clouds were practically nonexistent about the sky, hence the view was quite well lightened.
And the illuminated view was truly, very beautiful, quiet and peaceful. The outlaw's feet were only a foot away from the lake's edge and Regina could see there was very little agitation in the water; it was almost mirror like in its stillness, which reflected almost perfectly the full moon above. The trees spread out far into the distance, and only the highest towers of her castle could be seen above the dense foliage.
The outlaw sighed, bringing Regina back to the situation in hand, "What the fuck am I getting into?"
Regina could see his arm come into her field of vision and assumed he was rubbing his eyes with his hands. A sudden agitation in the image followed by a couple of small rocks slumping into the surface of the lake showed Regina she had made the outlaw madder than she had expected.
After another huffed exhale, she heard his voice once more as he muttered to himself, "Well, this isn't going to take care of itself-"
Regina was confused for a heartbeat, but when she heard the unfastening of what could only his belt and the rustling of fabric against his skin, she knew only too well what the outlaw was up to. The anticipation to somehow be witness to something of his so private, that she herself had caused, brought back the color red to her cheeks.
There was a soft moan and Regina imagined that rough uneducated thief taking himself in one of his calloused hands. He gave a couple more low grunts of pleasure before Regina could hear the actual deed, the slapping sound of his hand pumping his hard member up and down. Regina felt a surge of heat wash through her, ignited only by his raspy voice and the sounds his lower body action made.
Regina could not help but feel disappointed that the outlaw was still wearing the jacket; whilst she could hear his soft moans and groans, but was unable to see any of the proper action. Her mirror simply showed the unchanging image of the full moon that was not quite so captivating or interesting anymore.
Regina felt a strange urge to pleasure her sight sense with whatever was happening on the side of that lake. She wanted to see that man touch himself right after she had worked him up rubbing her slick sex to his face.
The feeling was so intense Regina should have been slightly alarmed by it but when the thief moaned, "ah – your majesty", Regina threw caution to the wind, not caring if the sounds the man produced were making her weak at the knees. Desire burned as her title slipped through his lips a second time, Regina's stomach clenched, her gaze fixed on the unimportant scenery in her mirror.
"Fuck," his voice sounded again, this time a little louder, "I'm going to fuck that teasing royal so hard tomorrow,-" Regina had a devious smile on her lips, he groaned and continued, "-she won't be able to walk for days."
She automatically gasped at his words, a strong jolt of heat flaring between her legs as she felt the color red on her cheeks deepen, her grin turning into a smirk.
At this point, the thought of poofing herself there was starting to sound more and more appealing. Maybe she could hide amongst the trees and watch from afar, the thrill she might get caught only made her feel more inclined to execute her plan. She could also use a cloaking spell on herself and get near enough to smell his arousal, maybe even touch him if she was fast enough. Both ideas sounded like a recipe for disaster but at that moment Regina did not care-
She was pulled away from her musings when she heard his voice curse once more, this time in a different light, "Fucking hot piece of crap."
Regina blinked a few times confused. She could see a pair of slightly shaky hands rise from down below and the images on the mirror became shaky for a few seconds as the sound of ruffling fabric reigned instead of the delicious groans the thief had been fabricating.
The thief had unceremoniously rid himself of the jacket he had been wearing, tossing it on a rock nearby the shore, close to his feet, the pin that been had placed there faced up.
Regina's eyes widened and she drew a long, uneven breath, fisting both her hands on the fabric of her dress for a moment, then bringing one hand to move a few strands of hair hindering the view - which had just improved.
Immensely
Regina's perspective had changed from looking straight ahead to looking straight up, but the she was not complaining about the change. Quite the opposite in fact.
For now, Regina was granted with the view of the thief's rumpled trousers that had been lowered to his knees, his thick, muscly thighs and his mouth-watering erection. His hand had gone back to work on his hardness and Regina was quite delighted to note that his manhood was rather thick. Regina had reached a point in which she did not feel an ounce of guilt in fantasizing about what it would feel like inside her.
The thief returned to his previous task, grabbing his cock with one of his hands and sliding it up and down in a steady rhythm. He looked good enough to eat, pleasuring himself with his eyes shut and bottom lip trapped in between his teeth. The working hand suddenly rose so he could spit on it and Regina groaned at the sight of his now lubricated hand sliding with much more ease and speed about his manhood.
With his lips freed from his teeth, he managed to fabricate a couple of sentences that only enticed Regina's desire further.
"Ah, your majesty", "Just you wait your majesty" and "Fuck you, your majesty" made Regina's urge to slide her own hand down to her now wet folds and join the thief in pleasuring herself almost overwhelming.
However, that would require her attention to be shared, and Regina did not want to flicker her gaze from the image of him coming apart with her title on his lips. She attentively watched as the outlaw bit his lower lip as he worked his impressive manhood up and down fiercely, adding a slight twist to the end of every stroke.
Regina's insides were on fire and she did not know when she had come to stand so close to the mirror, having grabbed both sides of its frame, and watched him grunt and moan with intense eyes. His breathing started to get more erratic, the sounds he made a little louder than it was safe to make, his moving hand sliding at a fast, fast pace as Regina bit her bottom lip so hard she drew a little blood.
She felt a pang of disappointment when he finally came, for her little show was over far too soon. But the sight of his seed sliding down his still working hand as he let out a half moan half sob that sounded a little bit too much like 'majesty' for anyone to deny it, took Regina's head to even wilder places than before.
He squeezed himself dry and it took him a few moments to catch his breath, sighing in relief blissfully unaware that he was being so intensely watched.
Regina was somewhat breathless herself with what had just transpired. She removed her deathly grip from the frame of her mirror and took one step back in order to calm herself. This had been quite the day, she had known she was going to be exhilarated for she was finally putting her plan to eliminate Snow into action but Regina had not been counting in thrills such as these.
When her heart rate started to even again and the outlaw seemed to have cooled down as well; he managed to flare up her senses for what seemed to be the thousandth time that day.
He reached for his trousers, grabbing both sides with his hands but instead of pulling them up, he lowered them down even further. She saw him shift for a few seconds and kick off both his boots as well as his pants. He then removed his time worn shirt and in a heartbeat, he was in his full naked glory right there in her mirror.
Regina's mouth fell open.
The man looked to be sculptured to perfection; from head to toe, he was beautifully defined. Of course Regina should have guessed he was strong, since the man did live in the woods and had to fare all by himself ever since he had left his little gang, but all expectations of how he would look like underneath his rags did not live up to the image in front of her.
He was toned and burly, every muscle defined but not overly so, his now bare legs were thick and strong. His arms were strong and big, but never out of proportion, just the delicious right size. His biceps flexed when, after he lowered his torso slightly to wash his sticky hands with the water from the lake, he brought one up and ran it through his hair, splashing some droplets about his face.
Every movement that damned man made showcased another yet perfectly toned muscle on his delicious body and Regina felt the urge to lick every inch of his skin. He took a deep breath and Regina watched as the muscles in his stomach expanded and contracted with his every breath.
His breathing was easy by then, he closed his eyes and exhaled once more as Regina felt she was going to glue her nose to the surface of the mirror once more.
Well, at least one of them had the ability to breathe properly; and Regina would be damned if she ever confessed it aloud but he took her breath away.
I could get used to having this kind of imagery around.
Suddenly he was out of her field of vision again and Regina was able to hear the distinct sound of water splashing. He must have dived into the river for a midnight swim.
How very primitive... How very arousing.
Regina fought the urge of ridding herself of all her clothing as well, poofing herself to his presence and joining him; she had never done it in that particular lake so-
No!
That was absurd; she would be giving him all the wrong ideas of how this was going to work if she sought him out for the third time that day stark naked and all ready to be fucked thoroughly.
Regina had dreamed for so long of how her life would be once she had gotten rid of the King, once she gained back her freedom and ruled the kingdom.
And although she had had several lovers right under her dear husband's nose, Regina now longed to have someone she could use anytime she wanted, without fear of making too much noise and getting caught, without wild plans of how to meet up. Someone she could trust to some extent in order to be able to reach a blissful unpreoccupied peak. Someone willing to pleasure her to exhaustion, who could bring her the release her body begged for over and over.
The last time a man she deemed worthy of her had taken her, had been almost a month ago and Regina's body ached for that friction and release now.
That damn thief was not helping.
When her eyes had first met his earlier that day, Regina had felt such a strange pang on her chest it seemed as if someone was actually trying to pull her heart out. It was one of the strangest things she had ever experienced, it did awaken a slight apprehension in her but her curiosity, as always, won over. For she felt the strangest pull towards him, the odd need to be near him, to touch him, for something deep inside her told her that there was something different about this man she had to feel with the tips of her fingers.
So touch him she did, and every time her fingertips met his skin it sent an indescribable current through her body. Regina could only translate this buzz to one thing; chemistry, raw, true chemistry like she had never experienced before.
Regina had been startled at her own words when she had heard herself offer her body as a reward. But the closer they got to one another, the more eager Regina became, and when his lips met her neck, something inside her saw him as the perfect candidate for the post she would have a trying time filling.
She had gone to him that night to prove herself wrong. To prove that it was only a momentary thing; it could never be as good as the promise had tasted, and she would not feel anything extraordinary.
Bloody fool.
He had been both gentle and intense, and the sparks from his touch had nearly driven her insane. And the way he looked at her, as if she was a feast to be devoured and he could never have enough-
Regina was brought back to reality when the thief came into her line of vision inside her mirror. Her attentions were immediately shifted and focused on his striking body, now soaked wet from head to toe, dripping, his hair moist pulled back from his face. Regina could not help but imagine her tongue tracing the path of several droplets of water down the hard planes of his torso.
The thief turned, obscuring his glorious front from Regina's view – although her gaze was free to roam his broad shoulders, his muscled back and the perfect curvature of his arse, before he – much to Regina's dismay – started putting his clothes back on.
Yes, he was going to do just fine.
More than 'fine' actually, this choice could not have been better. He was far too handsome for his own good but his features were not delicate, he had a strong jaw and a lined face. Plus a rough and worshiping touch her body seemed to melt into. He had brought her to a wondrous peak of pleasure, and it was undeniable that they had very powerful chemistry between them.
Perfect.
Apart from the fact that he was no commoner, no peasant, no farmer, he was Robin Hood and his reputation preceded him. Regina knew for a fact that he was the best archer in the land and having one of such right beside her was a wise decision. It just so happened that the thief could give her intensely satisfying orgasms, as well as protecting her back, and in Regina's eyes, this could only be seen as a win win situation.
When the outlaw was fully dressed, he turned around and pulled on the coat, giving Regina the dull view of the faraway house in the woods with only a single window lit, his small room, no doubt.
He headed back to the headquarters, then up the stairs with much more leisurely steps than those he had stormed down with. He opened the creaky door to his room and she could hear him sigh heavily.
He moved and sat on the bed and started to take off his boots. Once those were gone he shrugged off the coat and made it to throw it on the small table before realizing that he had smashed it in his previous frustration.
The thief held onto his coat, looking for some place to put it as his gaze flickered from the coat to his room and then to the coat again. His impossibly blue eyes widened as they fixed deadly on the pin and he tapped it with his finger, blurring the image on the mirror with every tap. He then brought the pin closer to his face his eyes seemed to grow an icy color or blue.
Then suddenly, the images blurred once more and went black, as Regina assumed he had thrown the jacket away from him. Though most of the sounds were muffled she could hear his distinctively accented voice yell; "shit!"
Regina smiled and conjured a small piece of parchment in the palm of her hand, her head tilted to the side as she thought up a suitable message to rile the thief up further. When she had one, the Queen watched as her chosen words appeared in cursive writing. She read the message through and gave a small laugh as the paper disappeared in a cloud of purple smoke.
…
Regina awoke the next day feeling utterly relaxed and it took her a few moments to remember just why. Recalling the extended acquaintance she had made with the man she hired to murder her stepdaughter brought a feeling of absolute satisfaction as well as great expectation to her.
Today was the day that brat was going to pay for ruining Regina's life
She felt her heart beating fast with expectation, already looking forward to hold Snow's meaty heart in her clutches, not enchanted at all, but dead and rotting. She pushed herself to the sitting position and swung her legs to the side so the bare soles of her feet touched the dark bear fur rug beside her bed, her toes nestling comfortably on the soft surface.
The smell of burned wood in the air brought Regina back to the here and then. She had almost forgotten she had set fire to her dresser the night before.
The piece of furniture was no more; the only thing remaining in its place was a large pile of ash, Regina's magical fire made sure to erase every last bit of glass, stone and wood. With a wave of her hand, the messy ashes dissipated into thin air and in its place, a beautiful cheery wood dresser appeared. Her real jewelry, some of what she had brought from home and others she had taken for herself from the royal collection, as well as some useful magical objects appeared in its surface after a second wave of Regina's hand. There were three wooden mirror frames but no mirror in any of them; Regina planned on having this whole genie business dealt with as soon as she held Snow's heart in her grasp, but for now, she would content herself in living in a world without them.
An overwhelming shiver washed through Regina's entire body as she realized today was the day her vengeance would finally be complete and Daniel's death finally avenged.
"Oh Daniel," she whispered, her eyes fluttering closed for a short moment as memories of calloused hands, blue eyes and a kind smile flashed before her.
Then if I am to marry you, we must do this properly, Regina could still hear Daniel's gentle voice caress her features. An unconscious tear slipped from her eye as she remembered how Daniel had kissed her that night, how he had held her and how delicious it had been to lay in a mountain of fresh hay cuddled up with him making plans for their future together.
Regina opened her eyes and was faced with her harsh reality, cold and alone, Daniel had died so she could play baby sitter to that bratty girl and whore to her disgusting father. Another tear slid down her cheek as she thought of how life could have been had Snow not betrayed her secret to her mother, she reached out for her engagement ring that she kept hidden in a box on her nightstand and put it on her finger.
Taking a deep breath in order to pull herself together, Regina's position did not allow her to be fragile, ever; she spun the ring on her finger and rose from the bed to start preparing for the day ahead.
After she had bathed, she pulled on the dark dress she had worn in Leopold's service to play the grieving widow for one last time. With her hair perfectly pinned above her head, Regina exited her chambers to the dining hall to share one last meal with the girl who had ruined her life.
Upon her arrival, Snow – who was already sat at the table – rose to greet her. She was wearing – to Regina's utter surprise – white. A pretty, white frock; innocent ivory, Regina felt venom fill her heart as she thought of this girl who had always presented herself as that, innocent. But Regina knew deep inside that Snow's actions ten years ago had spurred from her spoiled and selfish disposition, she had wanted a pretty stepmother to play with, to dress and to pet, and had been resolute that Regina was to be it, no matter the consequences it might have.
But at the end, Regina had to hold back a laugh, for pretty soon that dress would gain a whole new set of colors. The thief would paint her death on that white, white canvas of a dress and Regina could not wait to see the whole scene unfold right before her eyes.
"Good morning, Regina," Snow said sadly.
"Good morning, my dear," Regina forced out for the last time. These were the last warm smiles she would have to fake for this girl. Regina could not resist but add; "no black today Snow?"
The girl looked up at her as Regina came to rest her hands on her stepdaughter's shoulders for a brief moment, holding back every urge to snap her neck, before she seated herself a few chairs away.
"My father wouldn't have wanted for me to wear such a color for so long." Snow looked down at her plate, her expression and posture similar to that of a tiny, tiny bird. She knew how the play the innocent card only too well, but Regina knew better. "I find white suits me best, and so I've decided to mourn in it."
How sickening
"Very well, my dear. You do what you feel is best." Regina said as she forced out a sincere smile.
"Thank you, Regina." Snow stood, brushing down the creases in her pretty, white dress as she added, "I have just finished breaking my fast, I'm sorry I did not wait for you; I wanted to visit father's grave early today."
"Oh, why is that?" Regina asked.
"I wanted to ride Chestnut before lunch, ever since father died I haven't-"
But Regina did not let the girl finish her statement; it was as if some force from high above was mocking her for having made this girl as in enamored by horses as Regina had once been.
"I understand. There is no trouble Snow." Regina cut her.
Before Snow could reply, Johanna, Snow's insufferable sidekick, entered the hall, shifting Snow's attention to her round frame. The woman was a good deal older than Regina, probably Snow's real mother's age. The short round servant made it her life's purpose to attend to Snow's every need.
"Shall we go, your highness?" she asked in her ridiculously cheerful and motherly way, looking at Snow with affection.
"Yes, Johanna." Snow headed towards other woman, and when the pair reached the doors Snow turned around and added; "I won't be long. I will be back in time to eat lunch with you."
Wanna bet?
"Oh, thank you dear. But don't rush yourself on my account, spend as much time by your father's grave as you desire." Regina's voice was sweet and calm, she wondered how on earth she had gotten so good at pretending she cared.
You will be joining him soon enough, she wanted to add, but instead just smiled one last fabricated show of teeth to the girl who had ripped her happiness from her.
The pair left and Regina managed to control herself for almost a full minute before she released a dark laugh that had been bubbling up inside her. It was freeing to simply let go of her voice and let it come out in an evil delicious laughter that filled the enormous dining hall. The servants could certainly pick up her outburst, but Regina did not care, this was her castle now, and she would finally do as she pleased.
She took a few calming breaths in order to be able to stomach a little food, but she only nibbled on some sweet bread and drank a little tea, the anticipation was eating her alive. Her stomach protested at the small amount of food she had given it but Regina disregarded it and quickly went back to her bedchambers to see her plan unfold.
After ensuring her door was locked – both by magic and with the customary lock - she turned to the full-length mirror seeing herself at the reflection. The perfect image of a grieving widow, all in black, modest make up as well as attire. All of it would change, Regina would not have to pretend to be something she was not anymore. Although she noted that the black did flatter her, it went perfectly well with the coloring of her heart and soul.
Dismissing her trivial thoughts, Regina waved her hand and watched as her reflection faded away and the sight of the green forest came into her view. She was surprised to see that the perspective she was given was not of one who had his feet on the ground but of one who was several feet above it. She could only imagine him high up on a tree, resting against the trunk, looking as if he had done this about a million times already, that smug smirk on his most kissable lips. She was yet to taste them and could not-
What the hell was all that about?
Regina had much more important things to worry about than the thief's kissing abilities, why on earth did she care anyway?
Brushing the thought of the man's mouth in hers aside as best as she could, Regina studied her front row seat to Snow's murder. She had a very clear view of the forest track, and from his even breaths and the stillness of the image in her mirror, it was likely the thief was as still as it was humanly possible.
Suddenly, there was a change, the sound of faint voices reached her senses, and both Regina and the outlaw's breathing quickened. The image rotated ever so slowly until Regina could see two small frames heading towards the man hidden from their eyes, one round and short whilst the other was taller and slim.
Regina could see that the outlaw was moving but his movements did not fabricate a single sound as he got to a better location still high above in his tree of choice. As the voices grew louder and Regina could discern the short fat servant from the 'innocent' princess more clearly, she saw his arms reach out for his bow.
The pair was walking hand in hand conversing, blissfully unaware of the events about to unfold.
They were closer now, close enough for Regina to be able to pick out some of their words. An arrow was placed soundlessly in the bow that occupied her line of vision. The outlaw pulled the string taut – it made a wee noise Regina was hardly able to register, her heart hammered on her chest - and waited for a moment that felt like hours.
Then he released.
Regina could have sworn she saw the journey the arrow made in slow motion, from the outlaw's bow, flying through the thick forest air until it landed in the elder lady's chest, hitting her precisely where her heart rested. The momentum of the arrow knocked her backwards and Johanna overbalanced.
"Johanna!" Snow screamed, falling to her knees beside her lifelong friend.
The outlaw watched, unmoving, as Snow's hands flailed, unsure as to where to put them in her blind panic as a deep red spread from the arrow embedded in her friend's chest. The girl was clearly crying and uttering incoherent words in between her sobs. She eventually got ahold of herself, managed to hug Joanna's body to her, and cradled her head on her, rocking backwards and forwards with choppy breaths.
"Johanna! Please don't close your eyes-" Snow sobbed, "Please don't leave me-" Snow then screamed as loudly as her condition allowed her to, "HELP, SOMEBODY HELP ME!"
But no help came for the man who was to be standing guard at that particular area remained unmoving atop of a tree. The young girl cried and cried as the old woman drew her last breaths, pleading with her to 'just stay alive', 'help is coming', 'you will be alright'.
Regina watched as Johanna placed a shaky hand on Snow's cheek in a sickening motherly gesture, the woman was still able to carry that ridiculous maternal glint in her eyes even with death hovering over her. Johanna's lips moved but Regina could not make out the words, nor read Johanna's lips, she was already too weak to enunciate properly.
Snow took that hand into her own and squeezed, letting hot tears trail down her cheeks and muttering something, which also went by unregistered by Regina's ears, back to the round bleeding lady.
The outlaw had still not moved.
When the older woman's eyes went dull and her hand slipped from Snow's grasp – who wailed out a cry of desperation, crying out her friend's name one last time - Regina knew that the first part of her problem was already solved.
As if on cue, the images on her mirror became blurry for a few seconds and then abnormally steady when the outlaw hopped impossibly fast from the tree, landing expertly right in front of the distressed girl.
Now Regina could see up-close what her little intervention had caused the brat, the white dress was already tinted with a little red from Johanna's wound as well as her eyes, which were blood shot with tears, her cheeks were also red but upon looking up at the man before her, Snow's complexion became even whiter than usual.
Snow let out a loud gasp as her gaze flickered from the thief's face to his bow, the girl was not that stupid.
"Why have you done this?" she asked, her voice raised and uneven as tears still streamed down her cheeks. "She was a good and loyal friend. Never harmed anyone."
"If you were to live another day, girl, I would advise you that goodness and loyalty are customs utilized only by fools." The outlaw's heavily accented voice coldly warned her.
Snow's eyes widened at his words as she gasped clutching the dead woman's body closer to hers.
"You are going to kill me." She stated in a small voice, presumably trying to draw some pity out of the man.
Foolish girl.
"Yes I am," he confirmed, drawing the freshly sharpened knife Regina had given him from his belt and taking cautious yet certain steps towards her.
Snow looked at him, eyes wide, terror spread over her lovely features.
"She sent you, didn't she?" Snow asked, and the way she uttered the word 'she' was as if Regina was some manner of venomous snake.
That statement made the man stop on his heels and regard her, his voice came out a moment later, "Who else?"
Snow was clearly very much desperate to stay alive so she tried to persuade him, trying to throw in a little of that innocent 'I have done nothing wrong' charm, "You don't have to do this,"
He gave a low chuckle and took another step towards her, "You're right, I don't have to-" another small step, his voice grew a little sinister, "-but I want to."
Terrified tears streamed from Snow's eyes and Regina made a mental note to give him something extra when the time for rewarding came, after all, she had not asked that he terrify Snow, but the sight of her like this pleased Regina immensely.
"What did she promise you?" Snow tried, she was clearly very desperate, "Whatever it was I'll give you double-" her face was searching for something, approval, maybe a small stir but the outlaw seemed to have given nothing away, "Triple?"
He only gave her a dark chuckle and replied, "I'm certain you would not be able to deliver half of what the Queen has offered, even if you tried your hardest-" he was closing in on her like an animal surrounding its prey. "Don't waste your breath trying to convince me, the Queen has a proposition, I believe no one is able to match-" Regina felt heat flow down below as she remembered of her inappropriate proposition. He took a deep breath, seemingly too calm for this situation and flipped the dagger in his hand adding, "-any last words?"
Just as he was about to pounce, the brat grabbed a rock that sat nearby her and blindly threw it in his direction, hitting him on the chest on the exact spot were the pin rested.
The images on the mirror disappeared, now Regina could only hear the outlaw's raged filled shout and the scuffling of dirt, no doubt the girl trying to escape. A loud groan that could only belong to the outlaw reached Regina's ears, and the sound of something being dragged along the floor and Snow's panic filled screams assured Regina the girl had not been able to escape, regardless of her pathetic attempt.
Regina was almost overwhelmed when she heard Snow's pleading screams of "no!" and "leave me alone!" and enjoyed the scene far too much to say that she could not even watch it unfold.
Another plea of "Please don't do this!" it was downright desperate, she had reached a tone of desperation Regina had never heard the likes of before coming from Snow's insufferable self. Her voice had turned airy and then modified again into a shrill mixture of crying and screaming.
"Shut up, you annoying, brat!" she heard the outlaw roar before there was a muffled scream.
Then Regina heard it. The soft undeniable sound of the knife's blade digging into flesh, going deep, as the muffed cry continued. It was followed by a grunt fabricated by the outlaw's male voice and the highest pitched scream she had ever heard. The last thing she was able to hear was a heavy breath being drawn by the outlaw.
Then silence.
Having been damaged, the pin's magic must have worn off completely, the mirror was dark and silent. However, Regina smiled as she waved her hand over the mirror once more, looking at her own reflection.
She had done it.
She had won.