3 years ago
It had been a mistake, a huge mistake, Regina had known it. She was a fool to believe there would be no consequences. She had been so careless, so happy to finally be left alone that she did not think of what might happen.
The King had decided to make a last minute journey to a neighboring kingdom in need, ever the benevolent, Regina thought sarcastically. But she could not have been more satisfied with his departure for he also chose to take Snow along with him, leaving both Regina and Jamie behind.
Regina was watching the entourage leave in one of the many lounging chambers of the castle. She stood at the balcony, the afternoon Sun was shining so bright it stung Regina's pupils but she did not care. As she watched her wretched husband leave with his insufferable daughter, she could not help but release a relieved breath.
That week had been particularly trying for Regina. Snow seemed to be breathing down her neck every second of the day asking her about this or that, which ribbon did she think sir Jamie would favor and it was driving Regina up a wall. Leopold had requested her presence in his chambers almost every evening and the cloning spell made Regina grow weary every time she used it.
As a result, she had been doing poorly in her magic lessons, being too tired to perform to the imp's standards. That week he decided to go a step ahead in memory spells with her. He had only taught her about memory potions, which Regina had already brewed successfully. Now he wanted her to master the memory spell, but because of her drained condition, Regina had not been able to perform it.
But then, fate had finally smiled on her, she had had a breath of fresh air. The king had heard his late wife's kingdom was in need and decided to go there himself and take the brat. Plus, he had not asked for her company in the evening prior to his journey, and Regina had been finally able to rest.
She felt a surge of new energy rush through her veins as a chilly wind coming from the east made contact with her delicate skin. As she brought her eyes lazily to the gardens down below her, she was startled to see two figures climbing the walls of the castle. One was clearly heading towards the very balcony she now occupied and the other climbed an even higher tower, one of the east towers of the castle, the one which housed her bedroom.
Curious, she looked at the figure climbing further from her, the one that was a few feet away from reaching one of the windows of her bedchambers. She could not see his face, a dark green hood concealed it, but she was almost certain it was a man. A strange pang hammered in her heart as she watched the man with keenness, it was alarming and something Regina could not trace to ever feeling before. A strange pull towards him. But still, she observed as he reached her opened window and slipped inside her chambers with ease.
She then brought her attention back to the man who was making his way towards her and was startled to discover he was almost reaching her balcony.
Regina drew away from the fence at the terrace and pondered upon what she should do. She could use her magic and make both meet their crashing demise in the grounds of the castle. But she could not bring herself to be so heartless, she did not even know who they were, plus her curiosity always got the best of her. She had to know why they were there.
She could call the guards, but apart from that being the most boring of options, it would quite certainly end up in both their decapitations, unless they had a very good and official excuse for climbing the walls of the castle and entering her royal chambers. Regina had a niggling feeling that they did not.
So Regina ended up choosing to hide and see what it was that these men sought in her husband's castle. Her heart raced and not only with that odd pounding but out of anticipation, she had been sneaking around for the good part of that past year but this was another kind of excitement altogether.
She watched eagerly as the man swiftly climbed her balcony and his feet landed on the stone floor of the room. He pulled his hood from his face to reveal young features, maybe a couple of years younger than Regina. She was thin and tall, had big ears that stood out even more because of his short hair, thick eyebrows and eyes filled with youth and enthusiasm, as dark as her own. He was seemingly very agile because he quickly scanned the room and went to work.
A thief
Of course, he was a thief, who else would climb the walls of a castle if not a thief? The man feasted his hands on the silver on display that had rested on one of the many small tables that were scattered around the room. He stuffed the objects unceremoniously inside what appeared to be a flour sack he had produced from his small bag. He had his back turned to her and Regina could see he was wearing a very dark leather jacket. The man muttered as he worked but Regina could not make out his words until he gave a small cry upon finding something on the floor.
"Oh, this one is for my Ana" he said, he had a painfully thick accent that told Regina he was not from Leopold's kingdom.
He got down to one knee in order to pick up something from the floor. As he got to his feet, Regina could see as he held up an object that looked a lot like one of the earrings she had put on that morning. She quickly brought both her hands to her ears and confirmed that he was holding the missing twin from the one which was still firmly attached to her ear.
"Wonder where the other one went-" he said to himself as he started to inspect the floor once more.
It was then that Regina decided to make her presence known, even though she was a little unsure of how to proceed. She came out from behind the wide column; he still had his back turned to her and Regina schooled her face to keep her expression as neutral as possible.
"Looking for this?" she asked loudly enough to call his attention and startle him as she held out the other earring.
"Bloody hell!" The man jumped so fast and so high that she was afraid he was going to fall off the balcony.
"Well?" She lifted one perfect eyebrow.
"Hum, yes milady-" he tried, "-as a matter of fact yes." he inspected her from head to toe and Regina was glad she had not been wearing any ridiculous Queenly attire but rather a white dress she had favored ever since she first came to the castle.
"It's yours then?" she asked testily.
"Yes?" he tried again; twisting his face into what he imagined was a convincing expression, Regina found it rather humorous. She found she rather liked this thief, he did not seem dangerous or violent but simply disconcerted and inventive.
"We both know it's not yours-" Regina started taking a few steps in his direction, his big eyes went wide, making him look more like a rather funny character in a drawing than a thief. She inspected him from top to bottom once again and landed her dark eyes in his equally dark pools, "-but you can have it." She threw the other earring his way, which earned her a shocked expression from him, but his quick hands grabbed the accessory with ease in the air.
"Why?" he asked, confused as he inspected the rich trinket in his hands.
"I have no use for them." Regina shrugged her shoulders, "Everything that really matters to me-" she reached out and touched the ring Daniel had given her for their engagement which hung on her neck by a simple chain, "-is safe." She let go of the ring, "You can take the rest." She waved her hand dismissively as the young man's mouth hung slightly agape at her words, "I could not care less for them."
"Thank you milady, that is most generous of you" he managed to stutter as he pocketed her earrings.
"Give them to your Ana," she said with a tad of venom, a small sneer upon pronouncing the girl's name.
Jealous, she was jealous of this girl. Jealous, she had a courageous – even though a little daft - lover who dared to invade a castle to rob from heavily armed royals and still found time to think of her, to bring something back for her.
"I'm sure the diamonds will make her eyes sparkle." Regina continued trying to be less resentful.
"Oh, my Ana's eyes have always shone-" he told her with a completely new color in his voice, it was fuller and stronger, he bore a silly smirk on the corner of his lips, "-no rocks necessary."
Regina's face became glacial as she felt her heart sting inside her chest. From the way he spoke, it was painfully clear he was head over heels for this Ana girl and Regina could not help but allow jealousy to burn through her veins.
Jealous of his ease to walk in and out of her prison when she had tried for so long and so hard to break free, her need for revenge on the King and Snow kept her from simply puffing herself away and never going back.
Jealousy for his ability to love, unashamed of it, and letting it show even to a stranger he was robbing. Jealous of Ana for having him and mad at the whole wide world for having taken the only person who once spoke about her that way away from her. Oh, how she loathed that little flake of Snow, how she craved to-
She turned her back on him and headed for the door, wanting to evaporate from that place, sick of his love-filled eyes. She stopped on her tracks just as she touched the handle and turned back to face him once more and said, "Do not climb down the walls on your way out, the guards will be patrolling the grounds by now." She wet her lips and continued, "Use the servants passageway, it's a door hidden behind those curtains." she motioned to the thick dark curtains that hung majestically on one of the walls, "No one will give you or your friend a second glance there."
"Thank you again milady, truly-" he said, his accent was heavy but his words were earnest and true.
She pivoted back towards the door in order to leave when his voice reached her ears once again, "I just find it funny."
She turned around with a frown upon her face, confused at his words and asked, "What is?"
"Well, you see, me and my boss-" he started
"The one who is ransacking my bedroom?" Regina asked with an amused grin.
"That very same," he points a finger at her in confirmation following her humor.
He then grew a little serious as he continued, "Well, we overheard from the King's personal valet – who, for the king's misfortune and our good luck, cannot get enough of his pint until he's passed out – tell of the King's unexpected journey. He went on and on about how he was to take soldiers and knights and all the kind of rubbish that makes me life as a thief so difficult. You see this is why we chose this most delightful day to steal his riches."
Regina could not help but give the thief a small smile in return, enjoying the fact that her husband was finally going to pay for his stupid vanity, "And?"
"Well, he also said that everyone of importance would be journeying with the King." He delivered.
Regina's face went bland once again, "And your point is?"
"Well, that statement was clearly untrue if you did not journey with him," he said truthfully and for a moment Regina's heart was swollen with flattery.
She took a deep breath and spun back to the door saying in a small voice, "Thank you-" she opened the door and completed whilst she left the room, "-but I'm nobody."
She shut the door behind her before she could hear his reply. He was kind but was making Regina feel bad and unloved, which she knew she was, but that did not mean she had to acknowledge it all the time.
She knew what she needed to make her feel better, her objective became clear; Jamie.
The young man always helped her satisfy her carnal need and not feel so lonely for a while. Their agreement was very simple, no heavy sentiments involved, just heavy breathing upon naked flesh, which was what Regina craved for at this moment.
This was the very first time he left along with his annoying daughter and Regina had promised herself she would revel in every single second of this newfound freedom as much as she could.
She came to find him in the corridor of her bedchambers; he walked about without fear – and rather stupidly - the so well guarded ward of her room, but it was now remarkably deserted. He was about to open the door when she called out to him.
"Jamie!" she shouted quietly, his head shot towards her voice and his hand dropped from the door handle.
"Regina I thought-" but he was not able to finish his sentence for she closed the distance between them swiftly and brought her lips to his in a hungry kiss he reciprocated promptly.
He hummed against her mouth and Regina opened up to him, letting his hot tongue invade her hungry mouth. Regina let out all of her frustrated jealousy and sadness in the kiss, she tried to keep in mind that she had this, and this was something, it was better than nothing.
Although she felt a strange pull at her heart while she kissed him, as if her heart was telling her she was supposed to be kissing someone else. She had felt that same pull watching the other thief climb that tower. The thief she had not spoken to, the 'boss', the big eared outlaw had called him the boss. Was he still inside her room? She had watched him slip into her room. Was he on the other side of that door?
Regina shrugged those alien thoughts away and grabbed the lapels of Jamie's shirt, managed to pivot him around, making his back hit the wooden door with force before breaking the wet passionate kiss. A crashing sound came from inside her bedroom and Jamie's heated eyes instantly grew wide with alarm. He turned his frame in order to reach for the handle again but Regina stopped him.
"No, it's fine-" she tried to explain in a whisper.
"Regina, there is clearly someone in there-" he said, trying to snake his hands from hers so he could open the door.
"I know!" she told him holding on tighter to his hands.
"What?" he whispered, squinting his eyes, not being able to understand.
Before she could respond, a voice Regina picked out as the one belonging to the outlaw she had just met rang from inside her room, "Bloody hell, mate! Did you have to break it?"
"I think there is someone outside" another voice replies, Regina was almost sure he was wearing cloth of some sort about his mouth for his words were a bit muffled, "I think it's a woman-" the strange pull at her heart had subsided but was still there, as if it wanted to tell her something.
Regina could hear some more click clacking that probably belonged to the decorations of her boudoir being stuffed into flour sacks, "-I think she's trying to keep a guard from coming in." she heard him continue in a confused tone, "But that cannot be-"
"Oh, yes it can." The voice of the young man rang out smugly, "This is her bedroom."
"Her bedroom?" the other voice asked, "How would you even know that?"
"Yes, her bedroom-" the clear voice of the thief resonated, "-and she has allowed us to help ourselves to anything we like."
"WHAT?" Regina could hear his stifled yet irritated tone, "You talked to someone in the castle, Will?" she heard steps and then he continued, "How many times have I told you to be invisible? To never talk to anybody?"
Jamie looked at Regina questionably and she mouthed a simple, "It's fine."
"But she was different, Rob. She wasn't like the stuck up ones from before." the other tried to explain, "She even showed me this secret passageway we can use to escape!"
There was more pacing and then, "How do you know you can trust this woman?" the subdued voice asked, "Do you even know in how many ways you could have walked into a trap, Will?"
"It's not a trap mate. She gave me these, so I could give them to Ana," he was probably showing his 'boss' the expensive pair of earrings she had presented him with.
"Let me see those!" the quiet voice ordered and by the sound of it probably snatched the pair of earrings from the other's grasp.
"Oi!" Will protested, "That's mine Rob."
"I don't know mate-" the other had clearly taken off whatever it was that was covering his mouth revealing also a thick but different accent, "-I think they would look much better on Marian-"
"You just met her last week, Robin!" Will argued, clearly annoyed at his boss's attitude, "How many times have you seen her?"
"Twice," the other replied quietly.
"Yes, twice! One in which you stole from her and another in which you stole for her." The young man argued, "You haven't even kissed her yet, you don't even know if she wants anything to do with you. But as for me and Anastasia-"
"Yes, yes-" the other man cut him off, "I know what you and Anastasia do, the whole camp knows Will-"
"Oi, watch what you are saying lover boy," the known thief, Will, that was his name, protested a little too loud.
"Oh, so now, I am 'lover boy'?" his boss asked amused, there was a pause, "Well, I'm pretty sure I don't need these to woo Marian. My irresistible charm alone is more than capable of warming my-"
Regina had had enough of the thieves quarrel, it had been almost unbearable to hear that Will figure talk about his beloved but add yet another lovesick outlaw and Regina's patience wore thin. Plus the pull at her heart was giving her strange ideas, like opening the door to see the face of the other thief.
So she decided to take matters into her own hands, quite literally. She and Jamie had been rather immobile in their position as they listened into the thieves' conversation, bodies still pressed to each other, Jamie still wearing a confused look. She brought one hand up and knocked on the door with as much force as she could muster before the other outlaw could finish his most certainly sexually inclined sentence.
It did the trick and instantly the man's voice halted and nothing could be heard coming from her chambers. Suddenly the click clacking sound of the stolen goods was mighty as they were probably gathering as much as they could carry. She heard the sound of the door of the secret passageway bang and then there was dead silence.
Regina felt the pull at her heart diminish little by little until it was gone.
Jamie regarded her gravely and spoke after a moment, "Did you just give a couple of thieves permission to steal from the castle and an escape route?"
Regina stifled a grin and replied, "I might have."
"Gods, you are crazy-" he was half grinning himself by this point.
"And you adore it, don't you lad?" she replied sensually letting one manicured fingertip trace down his cheek as her tongue massaged the endearment 'lad'.
"Oh fuck yes!" he said quickly grabbing her by her arse and lifting Regina slightly from the floor, she wrapped her legs around his middle and laughed.
He made it to open the door, for what seemed like the billionth time, but Regina was able to halt all his movements only by placing her fingertip to his lips.
"No, no," she traced his meaty lower lip, "Today you are taking me somewhere different,"
He smirked beneath her finger, "And where might that be?"
She disentangled her legs from around his lower torso and even though she was several inches shorter than him she faced him as an equal and in challenge she uttered, "Follow me and you'll find out,"
And with that, Regina distanced herself from his warmth and made her way down the stairs that led from that awfully well guarded corridor. She gathered her skirts in her hands in order to run down the stairs faster, hearing Jamie's heavy footsteps trailing behind her.
The pair was lucky they could tread about the castle unpreoccupied. Leopold always wanted to make a spectacle of himself in these journeys; hence, he took his most trustworthy and strong knights and soldiers. He was a vain man, a few people knew that for his 'generosity' seemed to cloud every other aspect, and Regina figured one day it would be his damnation. For he had left the castle very poorly guarded, which explained why they already had thieves climbing up their walls. Regina just hoped she would not be there when greater and more powerful forces than a couple of pickpockets decided to have a slice of Leopold's treasures.
After several twists and turns in the almost empty corridors, Regina finally arrived at her desired destination, she turned around to face her ardent lover just outside a light colored wooden door. The young man had caught up with her to give her a look of shook as he eyed the door behind her. It had been beautifully carved with shapes of flowers and birds; it was unlike any other door in the entire castle, for its light pastel color stood out from the entire décor of the dark grey corridor.
Jamie looked back at her and tried to stifle a laugh, "Are you certain?"
"Absolutely," she slurred, letting the word roll slowly and sensually from her tongue.
Regina had her back to the door and Jamie's torso dangerously close to her own, as he closed the distance between them, Regina turned around rapidly and was able to feel his hard erection press against her behind.
Delicious
She hummed and rotated her hips creating a wonderful friction between their bodies and could hear Jamie groan behind her, his hands trailing up and down her sides. Regina threw her head back inhaling sharply as she blindly tried the door.
It was locked, but that was no problem. She set her eyes on the handle as Jamie's mouth found the tender flesh on her neck. Concentrating was a hard task when his teeth nibbled and sucked just in the right places but Regina was able to pull herself together enough to cast a spell to open the door. Her purple smoke invaded the keyhole and did the rest, opening the door whilst Jamie ground himself on her backside.
She felt in a rather playful mood that day so she pushed the door open and quickly entered the room making her partner almost fall on his face at the entrance of his fiancé's bedroom.
The ghastly place looked just as it had always looked; a universe of pastels and pearly white, it stunk of sweet vanilla fragrances, which momentarily made Regina sick. But this had nothing to do with the girl's pathetic taste and everything to do with the fact that she was about to be fucked by said girl's fiancé on her bed.
Jamie caught her around the waist and spun her around quickly to resume his activities on her neck. Regina wound her fingers in his hair pulling at it when his mouth would brush against her sensitive points. His nimble fingers were also at work, hiking her dress up so his hands could feast upon the naked flesh of her thighs.
Regina's nails came scraping down the man's ears and neck – leaving red marks on their tracks – and she started to fumble with the bindings that secured his shirt closed. She pulled string after string whilst his hands groped her backside liberating hisses against the already reddened and heated region of her neck. Regina was able to liberate his delicious body from the offending garb just as one of his hands snaked its way inside her undergarments.
His thumb brushed against her clit just the right way, it made her knees go weak, and Regina liberated a whine of pleasure spotting a smug smirk on Jamie's lips. His fingers went lower to her entrance and it was his turn to exhale in delighted surprise upon feeling her already ridiculously wet.
"Fuck Regina, you're so-" He sighed but was not able to complete, he hardly ever was, in that department Regina had already made it very clear she was the dominant party.
"Yes I am," she took the wrist to the exploring hand in her own hand with vigor, "And what are you going to do about that boy?" She made his hand press harder against her core and the man bit his lower lip in anticipation.
"Whatever you want Regina," he replied, curving his fingers to reach her clit, managing to send jolts of pleasure about Regina's body. She closed her eyes to revel in the sensation of his fingers working on her, he worked on the very specific points she had taught him that made her go crazy.
After a moment and a deep sigh, Regina reopened her eyes to meet his darkened green and said, "Good boy,"
She still had her grip on his hand and used it to pull it from her, she held up his hand aligned with her head and smirked, it was dripping with her desire. Regina guided the hand to his chest painting his toned muscles with her juices. After she was done, she completely forgot about the hand, tossing it to the side and focused on the masterpiece she had just created.
Jamie sucked in a deep breath when her mouth made contact with his chest, licking and biting so fiercely he took a step back when she pounced at him. Regina half laughed, half moaned against his perfectly defined chest, as she feasted on his flesh she held back nothing, none of the passion nor the frustration nor the anger.
When she was satisfied, she traced up her tongue from his abdomen, about his chest, stopping at his right nipple, she gave it a nice unashamed nip and could feel Jamie's groan against her mouth. Her tongue continued its journey north until she reached his ear, she closed her teeth sensually about his earlobe and pulled only a little bit before releasing it.
She slurred with her cheek pressed to his, "Take them off"
Regina drew away from him completely so she could watch the young man divest himself. He did so with gusto, - he knew she liked to watch, he knew a lot of things about what Regina liked and did not like in bed - not too quickly nor too slowly but in a speed so perfect Regina could see his every picture-perfect muscles tense and relax at his actions.
"How come I'm the one who's always naked first?" he asked after he had shed his last bit of clothing while Regina herself was fully clothed in her virginal white dress but wickedly twisted undergarments.
"Because my dear boy, I'm the one in charge." She inspected him from head to toe, desire pooled on the pit of her stomach. He had such a nice body and after some guidance and a good deal of patience, she was able to use it to her utmost pleasure.
She neared him once more with leisurely but sensual steps, her eyes burning in his frame, his lower lip trapped in between his teeth – a habit that Regina learned with time that showcased he was very much holding on to dear life to not simply pounce at her.
Regina brought one hand up to run about his chest softly but the tender contact lasted mere seconds for in the next moment she was pushing him back taking steps forward to which he took the same amount backwards until the back of his knees hit the edge of Snow White's bed. Without a second to think both of Regina's hands met his chest and pushed him to the sleeping place of her hated stepdaughter.
Jamie had a smile on his face and Regina had to smirk back, he enjoyed this little tat to tat just as much as she did. He did not mind giving her all the power and Regina most certainly was more than happy to have it.
Regina caught her skirts in her hands and brought them up, placing one knee in between Jamie's naked opened legs on the soft surface of the bed. He was watching her like a hawk, he brought his torso up a little bit supporting his weight on his elbows, looking attentively but unmoving.
She brought her dress over her head in one movement she had performed many, many times before to reveal her undergarments, all white satin and no corset. A chill ran through her entire body, making gooseflesh rise in her arms and Regina figured it was because of her sudden nakedness, only small underpants and knee-high pearly white stockings covered her body.
Jamie's eyes were hungry on her exposed frame, she thought at that moment he might reach out and touch her without her permission given the intensity of his gaze. But he did not, knew better than to do that, she tossed the dress aside, brought her other knee to the bed and rested it beside his leg.
She decided to tease the poor lad a little bit.
Regina felt a little bit too excited about being able to taunt him in Snow's bed. Her hands started to make their seductive way up, caressing the whole extension of her own torso before they stopped at her breasts and she started to play with her nipples.
His mouth hung open and his hands closed in tight fists, Regina took pity on him after a short while and said, "You want to play too, my dear boy?"
"Yes," he was all he was able to manufacture.
She moved her knees up and slowly lowered her body until one of her nipples caressed the skin on his chest, she moved in circular motions until it became erect and Jamie had shut his eyes and was almost drawing blood from his lower lip. When both nipples were hard and Regina satisfied with his groans of tortured pleasure, she brought her mouth near his tortured one.
"Be my guest then," she told him and his lower lip was quickly released, one his hands found her hip whilst the other took as much left breast as his enthusiasm allowed it to.
Regina moaned and closed the distance between their mouths giving him a searing kiss. Their kiss had never really clicked, but it was mildly satisfactory, other parts and aspects of the young man made up for their lack of lip chemistry. His hands delighted themselves in feeling her entire body as if this was the very first time they were together, he had always been very keen on her body, one could call it even worship. It was probably one of the reasons why Regina enjoyed torturing him so much with not letting him touch her until she gave permission and if that made her a little bit evil-
She ground her sex on his leg, searching for some release down below as his hands had busied themselves with other parts of her body. With every rock she gave his limb, her desire grew, she had attached her mouth to his neck and was making good in marking it down red. It was not before long that the grinding was not enough to satisfy her needs and Regina brought the knee which had rested in between his legs to the other side of his legs, promptly sitting on him without shame or reserve.
She took his thick member in her hand and stroked him with gusto a couple of times, twisting him at the end with every new stroke and said, "Now, I shall ride you in the brat's bed until it breaks!"
The young man laughed throwing one arm above his head as his heated gaze took her in, scantily clad on top of him and responded, "We will be doing the bed a favor, I bet it has not seen any action whatsoever-"
She grinned at his remark, he had truly learned the art of insulting Snow White, and Regina was the one to take credit for it. Feeling the fire in her core beg for friction and release, Regina quickly undid the hooks that supported her undergarments and took the petite piece of cloth off, uncovering her intimacy.
Regina did not take long to sink herself onto him; the man's tendons pressed into the skin of her hips as she made her torturously slow descent. She sighed when he was balls deep inside her clenching her inner walls about his cock. Regina was not in the mood of slow burn, she wanted action and friction and sweat, and so that was what she was going to get.
She started moving up and down, taking only him half way out before having him back inside her to the hilt. Putting her hands on his abdomen for support, Regina led the whole dance feeling delightful tremors of pleasure coursing all the way down to her toes. He met her every enthusiastic – and a little too harsh at times – movement, making sure to shove as much as he could inside her. He was a little too loud for Regina's taste but if she said his screams of pleasure did not inflate her ego she would be lying.
Regina herself began to grow more and more vocal as she rode him harder and harder, until the point it almost hurt. But it was a strangely satisfying kind of pain, Regina made sure she brushed her clit against his skin with her movements, twisting above him.
His hands were in her backside and he would give her an occasional slap there. Which was something she wished Jamie did more often, something that made her feel downright animalistic but the lad had much difficulty in performing such acts. Could not even bring himself to pull her hair when taking her from behind, but maybe this one just needed more time, maybe if she started to-
"REGINA!" The scream was so loud it overpowered both Regina's and Jamie's shouts of ecstasy.
The voice was barely recognizable, it reminded her of – no, it could not be him, it was far too thunderous, far too commanding to be-
Leopold
When Regina laid eyes on her husband, standing by the now opened door of Snow's boudoir, it seemed as if time stood still. She felt all the flushness abandon her face to give away to a downright bitter sensation making her lightheaded, absolutely desperate and completely terrified.
He had been there, in Snow's room, witnessing Regina being thoroughly fucked by his daughter's husband to be. He was there and not where he was supposed to be, inside a carriage heading west, far, far away from this castle, this room and this moment.
But he was really there, staring daggers down at her, wearing that stupid crown in that pathetic bald head of his. He was there and Regina wished again and again that this was a nightmare and she was to wake up at any moment, alone, but safe in her room.
At that moment she felt as helpless as she had the night her mother took Daniel away from her; desperation and terror invaded her whole being and paralyzed her limbs. Only now, not only would her lover face death but she was probably going to die as well. Die for her treason, for her disloyalty to the King, who was merely a little man with a crown, who deserved to be betrayed, but alas, the world was an unfair place. She had learned that when she saw her true love's heart being crushed into dust. Regina had been foolish to think she could feel a little bliss in her prison, now she was doomed and there was nothing she could do about it.
But, no. That was not exactly true-
A strong realization hit her like a bolt of lightening, something so seemly stupid and obvious it almost stole a laugh from her. She may bear the same face as the innocent young woman who had lost the love of her life in the stables, but she was not that girl anymore.
That girl was gone.
Regina's chest was filled with confidence when she remembered she now had power, great power-
You are building up to becoming one of my best pupils, the Dark One's voice rang inside her head, boosting her confidence, building up her courage.
Her magic, her magic would save her.
Today her magic would give her so much more than salvation.
Regina was still very much on top of Jamie, his now softening length still inside her, only seconds had passed since Leopold had bellowed her name and interrupted her coitus. Her frozen expression changed from surprised to amused, an evil grin was painted on her lips and Regina's eyes grew darker looking at her sorry excuse of a husband.
"Husband, you are back too soon-" her words were pure poison, her tone had gone down, her voice completely different from the one she used whilst with him, "-why, I was not able to finish not even once!" She pretended to whine, her smile widening when she finished.
She had never seen Leopold look so livid in her whole life, after her words hit him the color red started spreading about his features, his eyes were as wide as they could be. It looked as if he was going to explode with anger and Regina felt like crackling.
"Regina, what is the meaning of this?" He sounded as if he was choking on his own anger, he did not move from the door, or do anything else but speak.
"How refreshing, I thought you had forgotten my name-" she lifted herself humming as Jamie's cock slithered out of her moist core.
Jamie was already very much softened and white as a sheet, he looked as if he had seen a ghost and differently from Regina, was not able to unfreeze from the shock. Poor thing.
Sighing deeply, as if nothing of great importance was happening, Regina placed both her hands on Jamie's abdomen and used it as a leverage to support her weight and disentangle herself from his body. She sat on the edge of the bed, leaned back slightly placing the palms of her hands to the soft mattress and crossed her legs in nothing but her thin silky pearly white stockings looking at Leopold in challenge, daring him to go on.
He met her gaze with eyes that promised revenge and suffering but Regina was not afraid of this insignificant small man in a crown.
"This is unforgivable wife," he emphasized the word wife probably in order to anger Regina but nothing could get her down now, "you will-" he continued gravely but Regina cut him.
"And who told you I want your forgiveness, you pathetic old bag?" She retorted, feeling her chest fill with satisfaction.
Leopold gasped and Regina could not hold back the crackle anymore, she liberated the laugh and threw her head back, mocking him with gusto.
"Wife" he half screamed warning her.
Upon hearing her 'title', Regina rose from the bed looking positively enraged and screamed back at his face overpowering his voice, "MY NAME IS REGINA!"
Her eyes were almost popping out of her head with the intensity of her stare. She could have pulverized him right there if she wanted to, ended his miserable existence right then. But no, she wanted him to suffer, she wanted him to beg for death before the end. If she killed him now it would have been merciful if his crimes against her were being taken into consideration.
"Regina-" she heard Jamie's weak voice behind her.
Both Regina and Leopold turned to face the young man who had freed himself from his state of shock. He now sat on the edge of the bed, still completely naked, - and my, my did he look good naked - looking at Regina with eyes searching for the answers to a million questions.
"And you-" Leopold pointed his aged finger at Jamie, "-I believe you know you will be paying for this with your life."
"He will be doing no such thing." Regina said with her newly found commanding grave voice overpowering Leopold's once more, she then turned to face Jamie and assured him in her normal tone, "Do not worry dear, I will take care of it."
"Oh you will?" Leopold's voice mocked, she pivoted back to face him, unafraid of his words and threats, "And how are you going to do that wife?" The title bit her every time, "By seducing me into forgetting?" He gestured to her uncovered body with disgust.
Regina bit back a laugh and retorted, "You have not touched this body in over six years." She mocked, "What makes you think I would allow you to touch me-" she approached him and stood about a foot away from him and continued, "-when I can do so much better?" She raised one perfect eyebrow and smirked looking quickly at Jamie's direction before bringing her wicked glare towards her husband.
"Are you mad woman?" Leopold looked at her startled and confused, "I can recall rather vividly that two fortnights past you-"
She did not allow him to complete, "You should not believe everything you see husband." She moved her head like a snake, it stopped dangerously close to his, "How can you be so sure that the one who warms your bed is me?"
He drew his head back instinctively and narrowed his eyes, his startled expression started giving way to a completely puzzled one, "Who are you?" He whispered.
"I'm your wife, who else, my lord?" she mocked.
"I do not know you," he half whispered, still in a state of utter confusion.
"That is true-" she pointed a confirming finger at him in a mocking conversational tone, "-you do not know the first thing about me." she now hissed at him, pouring as much of her frustration and repressed anger as she could.
Regina then turned her back to him, unashamed of her naked situation - she wore her exposed skin with pride, like an armor for she knew it was a powerful weapon - and walked to Snow's dresser. The thing was messy, with hair pins and ribbons scattered everywhere. Regina placed one delicate hand to the wooden surface and pivoted back to face the old man, "Allow me to enlighten you," she completed.
It was comical to see Leopold's expression morph from confused, to perplexed and then freeze in terrified when purple smoke started appearing from Regina's hand. It danced about the trinkets the princess had mindlessly tossed about her dresser like trash. The smoke sought one particular type of object, it spread quickly about the room in search of it, under the bed, behind the curtains, there was not an inch of the room it did not touch in it's search. Soon every single last one of the ribbons it could find scattered around was possessed by Regina's magic.
Her husband watched in horror as the pretty ribbons his daughter used to adorn her hair started to come to life, twist around and slither on the floor like snakes. They all had one thing in common, they were heading towards him.
"What-?" was all Leopold was able to produce as the ribbons closed in on him.
Regina watched amused as he took a couple of useless steps back, his eyes so wide they were almost popping out of his head. The colorful ribbons came to a halt when they all formed a perfect circle around Leopold blocking his way completely, they all had one side – the one that faced him – lifted from the ground and curved slightly, like vipers, ready to pounce.
The door banged loudly behind him, he looked at the closed door then to the threatening ribbons and brought his eyes slowly towards Regina. She was still very much in the same position, watching him squirm with fear
Finally he was able to stutter, "Tell them to stand back," in what was most certainly his best attempt in sounding courageous.
Regina pretended to think before she clicked her tongue and responded, "No-" she took two steps away from the dresser heading towards him, "I have a far more entertaining idea."
She smiled one beautiful yet evil smile and straightened her fingers in a fast movement. In response all the ribbons leapt from their static positions, all of them had a single target, Leopold.
They snaked their way up his legs swiftly, spreading about his body, tightening themselves about him. That was the moment when Leopold finally started screaming in horror and fear, asking for help, and Regina thought her chest might explode with the amount of satisfaction that she was feeling. She remembered being a young bride and screaming, crying for help because of him, because of what he was doing to her, it hurt, and made her feel like rubbish. He had told her "Be quiet, wife, this is your duty!" putting his hand over her mouth and continuing his attack on her.
Regina smirked as she commanded the ribbons to close about his mouth, muffling the volume of his screams. "Be quiet, husband." she spoke in the same manner he had once said those very words to her.
She was careful enough to color coordinate the ribbon dance, so when their job was done - his wrists were secured together by the white ones, the middle section of his arms bonded tightly to his sides by the blue ones, his knees glued together by the orange ribbons, his feet tied up tight by the greens and finally his sordid mouth gagged by every single red ribbon that could be found in the room – he looked nothing like a king and a lot more like a court jester.
When the ribbons fastened tightly about Leopold's knees and feet his balance was lost and he fell. Since his movements were constricted he could do nothing to help his nose from hitting the stone floor, his protests being muffed by the red ribbon on his mouth. Regina moved toward where he lay, helpless and pathetic, and simply contemplated the sorry sight of him for a few moments.
When her eyes and spirit were satisfied, she used her magic to lift him up from the floor to his feet, they did not touch the ground but floated a little bit above it. His golden crown had not fallen from his head but the impact it took from the fall made a nasty gash on his forehead. His eyes were bloodshot and watery, his nose had clearly taken the worst blow, maybe even broke, - but Regina did not care – there was some blood coming out of it. He was trying to say something through the cloth that covered his mouth, but Regina felt he had said his fill for the time being.
"Regina-" she heard Jamie's voice call out to her, she turned to face him and saw worry and fear still plastered on his features, "Regina, I know that your magic can do great wonders but-" he swallowed lifting his fine derrière from the bed and approaching her, "-how does tying the King up save us from execution?"
Before she could reply, Regina heard Leopold's muffed laugh from behind her. She turned around to see he faced her with defiance and arrogance even though he was clearly not in advantageable position.
That look alone made Regina's blood boil and before she could think she bellowed, "SILENCE!" whilst a hash movement of her hand triggered dark magic which sent him flying fast to land sitting in a rocking chair – which faced the bed - she herself had used it many times before whilst trying to make brat Snow sleep.
He hit the chair hard but not hard enough to break it, Regina lifted one eyebrow at her now silent husband and told him widening her eyes at the end of the phrase, "I suggest you never laugh at me again if you value your life," without taking her eyes away from him she continued, addressing to Jamie's question, "Well my dear, what if he does not recall any of this?" she smirked at the end seeing how Leopold's eyes widened again.
With a gentler wave of her hand Regina produced a small vial containing a blue colored liquid on the table just beside the rocking chair stunned terrified Leopold had been tossed into.
"That potion is our salvation-" she told him, now eying the vial, "- I have perfected a simple forgetting potion Rumple taught me so it would have the same effects as a powerful forgetting spell." She then pivoted around to look at her lover and completed, "He will have no reason to execute us if he does not remember why he should in the first place." She finished off with a wink.
For the first time in what seemed to be a millennia, a smile cracked on Jamie's lips and Regina felt like she was ready to move on with the torture of Leopold. She reciprocated the smile and started taking leisurely almost feline steps towards him, morphing her look from half crazed witch to irresistible temptress.
Jamie's smile instantly fell when he saw just what hers sought and told her a little stunned, "Regina, you can't possibly-?"
"Why ever not?" she asked in faked innocence, "I have never done it with a non participating audience before. Plus-" she pivoted to face Leopold who sat facing the foot of the bed, "I want him to see another man take me. In fact-" she lifted one finger and continued, "The law states that the Queen must only be taken by the King and the King can take whomever he desires." She delivered matter-of-factly, "And being a dutiful Queen, I do not want to break the laws of my kingdom," she strolled to where Leopold sat and completed, "So I think I have found a solution to my little problem."
With that Regina snatched the crown from Leopold's head with no care as to the fact his forehead was injured because of it. It was heavier than she had expected given that Leopold was already old, but she guessed that it symbolized the weight of ruling, for her crowns were also rather heavy and uncomfortable.
Leopold's muffed protests grew more agitated with the loss of his crown and he managed to make the chair rock back and forth with his constricted movements, he looked rather pathetic.
"I would not do that if I were you," Regina warned him, "You do not want to fall on your face again now, do you?" She tilted her head to the side and bashed her eyelids at him, faking concern.
He stopped moving altogether to regard her with much, much hate in his eyes and Regina simply huffed at him, then he did something that woke something slightly darker inside her.
Even through the many layers of ribbon, Regina could make out the word he uttered to her.
Whore
For the first time in her life Regina saw the color red invade her reality and not only the ribbons tied about his mouth bore the color but everything her eyes could reach. She felt her cheeks burn up like never before and Leopold had to count himself lucky that the raggious effect made Regina drop the crown for it was with the very same hand that she struck him in the face so hard her palm ached with stinging pain.
But she did not care about that pain.
"I WAS WITHOUT SIN!" she screamed at him, tears pooling inside her eyes, she could not hold back her rage any more, "You took everything I valued away from me. My life, my freedom, Dani-" she choked on Daniel's name, finding it too sacred to speak of it at this moment.
"You caged me in that tower so I could play mother to your daughter and you could whisper your dead wife's name while you took me." Regina felt like her chest was going to explode, she had been burning to say all those things to the man for years.
"If I turned into a monster, it was your doing!" she spat at him, "I HATE YOU!" and with that indulged her aching palm in yet another powerful hit upon the King's cheek.
More blood poured out of his nose due to her strikes, but that track of red made her feel even more empowered, even more avenged. She found it amusing how she could see with her own eyes he could bleed like anybody else, in his time worn veins ran the same kind of blood as hers and not blue as her mother once wished her to believe.
His head had turned to the side with her blow and Regina caught both his cheeks with one hand squeezing them and made him turn to face her as she delivered in between clenched teeth, "And now, you will watch."
She tossed his head back making the chair rock a little bit and grabbed the crown from the floor. At this very moment she thought of the thieves that had raided the castle with her permission and how this heavy object would have made them squeal like young maidens. She quickly tossed the thought away shaking her head and walked away from him turning her derriere in his direction as she marched back to the bed, her hand clutching the heavy crown.
Jamie was standing there, on the right side of the bed facing her, with a stunned look on his face and his eyes glued to the crown in her hands. Regina unceremoniously pushed him toward the bed and he fell willingly, supporting his weight on his elbows, still looking at her mesmerized at what she was doing.
Regina felt like exploding out of satisfaction, never in her entire life, had she felt so accomplished, so avenged, so powerful and in control, and so amazingly fulfilled. She was the one who was dealing the cards now, even if it was just for this day, she was to decide what the King was going to go through, she was to say when it was enough and she could wipe his memories.
She unceremoniously kicked at one of his knees; he parted it further so she could get in between his legs. Regina smirked, holding up the crown and depositing it on Jamie's head mocking the ceremony a coronation required. She licked her lips and smirked whilst she bent her torso nearing her mouth to his.
"Long live the King," she slurred and did not give Jamie a chance to respond before she crushed her mouth in his to the sound of the muffed protests of the actual and very much tied up King.
During the hot and bothered kiss Regina climbed on Jamie miming the position they had been caught in the act. Her head was rushing with a million sensations - lust, pride, fulfillment, anger, hate - it made Regina dizzy. Her chest was on fire and her heart raced, for the rush of having Leopold watch and know what she really felt about him was overwhelming at the very least.
Jamie's hands were quick to scan her naked body, leaving no patch of uncovered skin without his burning touch. Soon, as Regina grinded herself on him, she could feel he was hard and ready beneath her and she found she could not wait another minute to have Leopold see him take her.
His lips were on her breasts when Regina grabbed a handful of his curly, dirty blonde hair and pulled his face from her chest. His lips were sore due to her bruising kisses and bites, but the lad rather liked her hot and bothered kiss, had never complained but rather encouraged them.
She licked the corner of his mouth and slurred, her voice having grown slightly hoarse after all the shouting and moaning she had been doing, "Take me."
With that she let his hair go and climbed off of him to come to rest on the very edge of the bed. She sat with her back turned to Leopold and turned her head to the side.
"I want to see your pathetic little old face when he takes me," she addressed her husband.
Regina then lay down on her back on the bed, so the top of her head was aligned with the edge. She brought her knees up and slithered up until her head, neck, shoulders and a little bit of her torso were out of the comfort of the bed, so she could see Leopold - upside down - but still see him. She opened her legs invitingly but did not bother to look and see if her partner was going to make a move or not, she only had eyes for the half ribbon clown King, who was looking as if he was going to pass out at any minute.
When she felt Jamie's perfectly sized cock enter her, Regina could not help but let out a delicious moan. She did not need adjusting by this point, and Jamie was very much aware of that fact, so he started to move slowly inside her whilst running his ever so eager hands up and down her legs.
Regina burned and it was not only due to the incredibly hot sex she was engaging in but also because of her heart that ached with what seemed to be unending joy. After everything that man had put her through, from putting guards to watch her almost every move to slipping into her bedroom uninvited so she would 'perform her wifely duties'. From literally cutting her freedom to nearly zero by allowing her to only ride within the castle grounds and only whilst escorted. This truly felt like a leap of freedom for Regina, this was her chance to show him she was not his pet, she belonged to nobody but herself.
Jamie picked up the pace and Regina lifted up her legs high so he could go deeper, he caught her thighs and held on to them, his fingers leaving small red bruises on her skin. He banged in and out of her and even though Regina's features had been screwed by pleasure and her mouth produced loud erotic noises, her eyes still had not left the very much distressed and wounded King. She found it positively dark that the King's suffering was actually making her wetter, making her want to scream even louder and have Jamie take her even harder.
Soon watching Leopold groan in discomfort and anger upside down was not satisfying Regina enough anymore. She only had to rasp the word 'behind' and Jamie was already pulling out of her and placing her feet back on the mattress. She took one last upside down look at Leopold and felt sturdy hands wrap around her ankles and pull. Regina's body slid about the rich covers of Snow's bed breathing in a huge breath and releasing it with a sigh. When her body was again all resting on the bed, Jamie tugged at her knees and with his help, she quickly got on all fours, her derriere to him and her eyes back on the King.
Jamie did not take his time to slam back inside her as Regina leaned forward like a wild cat, she felt completely out of control and yet for the first time in her life like the mistress of her own fate. He was going at it with force and might, holding onto her hips tightly and moving in and out of her in a friction that was surely going to drive her insane. Regina was starting to feel overwhelmed by her emotions, she was feeling too much and her vision started to blur.
Regardless of all the overwhelming sensations, she still could see him. Her head was in constant movement due to the wicked deed she was performing, her whole body vibrated with heat but her stare was still focused on him. She heard noises coming from his direction and she could only hope it was due to tears. She hoped he would weep, weep like she had night after night after being trapped in this horrendous loveless and careless marriage.
Now he would suffer, not Regina. Now it was Regina's turn to laugh and come and his to weep.
Regina's ears could pick Jamie's groans intensifying and could only imagine he was close but she was not nearly done with this pleasure torture session. That must have been pretty obvious to Leopold's eyes for he started to move in his rocking chair again. He succeeded in making the chair move and seemed to want to rock it even faster as he moved awkwardly. Regina let out a hearty laugh at what she thought were pathetic attempts of trying to make them stop or maybe call their attention.
It only made Regina want more, "Harder" she commanded.
Stinging actual pain hit Regina when he complied and thrust himself in her even harder. The ache distracted her for a few moments and Regina was almost not able to register when Leopold finally managed to swing his way out of the chair and onto the floor, again.
But this time whilst falling he had managed to hit the small table beside him which housed a few unimportant trinkets and the very important forgetting potion. Regina's eyes went wide and as she took in a huge breath that formed a noisy gasp when she saw the vial tumble from the table in slow motion and hit the cold stone floor, crashing into a thousand pieces.
Regina screamed but no sound came out of her mouth. The blood in her veins, which had been running hot and fast, froze on the spot; she was so stunned she could not react. It took Jamie a few more seconds to process what had just happened but as soon as reality hit him, he drew from her instantly and she felt the warmth of his body leave her completely. She lifted her weight from her hands and slumped to rest on her bended legs. Her body became numb after that.
The blue of the potion, that took Regina days perfect, stained the light colored floor and Regina was hypnotized by the slow journey the dense liquid made along the plain surface. Tears filled her eyes and ran down her cheeks in a matter of seconds against her will. Her body had blocked her senses, she could hear faintly by this point, and could not manage to form any words.
Desperation hit her like an arrow. What was she going to do? The potion was her salvation and now it was lost, it had taken her a month to make the simple memory potion and several other days and several failed attempts to strengthen it.
She could register Leopold was on the floor, on his side, laughing through his ribbon bondage, mocking her again. She saw her executioner, that small awful man was bound to put her through so much pain before the end.
A quick look to the window made wild thoughts of ending her misery in a more definite way rush through her head. Her world went black as she felt every single hair in her body go up. Everything around her was blackened but the window, which offered light, was her only salvation, her only chance at never being hurt anymore. Maybe it would not hurt so bad, maybe it was all for the best, maybe she would get to see Daniel again, maybe this was in fact her fate-
"Regina!" Jamie's voice brought her back to reality and she had to blink several times for the darkness about her to disappear and to register he was standing right in front of her, a deep frown of worry painted his features, both his hands on her shoulders.
He had his trousers back on and Regina turned her head slightly at that. His hands were still resting on both shoulders and he shook her. She took several breaths before she was finally able to wake up completely from her suicidal daze.
"Regina," he called out to her again and Regina simply nodded. He had a small blanket in his possession which he threw on her back in order to shelter her body from the chill that soon invaded the room.
She looked him straight in the eye, getting her fingers around the edges of the blanket, and saw something she had never seen before, fierce determination.
Regina frowned and felt like something was missing. And indeed the muffled sounds Leopold had been making had ceased and Regina looked down to find he was not on the floor but back occupying the rocking chair he had swung himself from. Even though he was still bound by the colorful ribbons he was not conscious anymore, his head rested on the back rest of the chair, his eyes closed.
She looked back at Jamie, confused, and asked in a weak voice, "What happened?" she brought the covers tighter around her frame, suddenly feeling exposed and naked.
"Well, after the vial fell you started to look odd. Your eyes were almost all black Regina-" he started to explain, sitting next to her, knowing better than to try to comfort her in any physical way so he kept his hands to himself.
"You were staring at that window like you-" he was not able to finish, sensitive lad, he swallowed and tried again, "The King was still on the floor laughing and the bondage started to lose." Regina's eyes went wide with that. Had she gone so far in the delusional moment that even her magic was wearing out?
"I did not even think about it and just knocked him in the back of his head hard enough for him to pass out." He completed.
That surprised Regina a lot, surely she knew the boy hated her husband but she never thought he would have the courage to actually knock him down, especially now since they were both basically doomed.
He did not give her a chance to respond as he continued, "Regina-" he turned on the bed to face her, "I think there is only one way out of this but I wanted to run it by you before I did something drastic."
"What?" she was able to half whisper, her throat was dry.
"I'm going to kill him, Regina." He said gravely and Regina had to lean in with her head in order to take in his words for she could not believe they were coming out of his mouth, "It's the only way out."
Kill the King
It had been over a year ago that she had realized that killing the King was necessary, that she could never get her revenge or freedom if the King still lived. The idea of killing him now sounded tempting, their only salvation, the only way both of them could escape alive-
However, there was a part of Regina that protested, knowing this was not the time. Over this past year, when she was not enjoying the pleasures of having a meaty man at her disposal, Regina tried to come up with many different ways of killing the King. But not even one of them pleased her, she felt as if the guilt would be quickly pointed at her as soon as the body was discovered. She knew she needed to find somebody to frame with the murder or even to kill the King himself if she wanted to live through the process. The King's men were cunning and painfully loyal, so she needed to be smarter, stronger and more powerful.
Jamie was right there, offering to do the deed for her, end Leopold's existence right before her eyes. She knew that only a twist in the old man's neck delivered by Jamie's strong arms would do the trick and yet-
She could not bring herself to let the boy die for this, as pleasing as the thought of her lover killing Leopold right after he took her, she could not help but think of the consequences of their actions.
Plus, Leopold did not deserve to die in such peace, die in his sleep, a brief moment of pain and then it would all be over.
No
The man deserved pain and suffering, he deserved to hear everything Regina had bottled up inside her for the past seven years. She wanted to tell him in vivid detail what she had done on his back over the years of their marriage and how she planned to make his daughter suffer until she begged for death.
Jamie was offering mercy for all, for their sakes and for Leopold's and Regina just could not have that, could not live with that. After everything that man had put her through, she could not have him die so mercifully.
Her loathing was so overwhelming Regina had to close her eyes. There was no way out and she was trembling. He could not die so quickly, she wanted to feel his warm blood in her hands as she finished him off as slowly as it was humanly possible. She wanted to end him, her judge, jailer and executioner. Regina's face was red hot with anger; the feeling was so overpowering she felt her bile rise-
"Regina, your hands!" Jamie's voice exclaimed and Regina opened her eyes to find deep purple smoke engulfing her hands.
She was stunned, normally her magic had a lighter tone of purple and this one had the addition of small thunderbolts that crackled about the mist. She felt her arms stiffen and her magic take over her, she felt powerful, more powerful than ever, the magic in her grasp almost out of her own control. Her head started to spin; it felt light and dizzy as the cloud of purple smoke grew before her eyes.
"I-" she stuttered but was afraid to say anymore, since she did not know what a mere movement would do to this potent amount of magic in her grasp.
She knew what she had to do. She had never felt so much magical power before and somehow Regina knew it would be enough to do what she was unable to a week ago in her lessons. Concentrating and not moving a muscle, Regina's mind went to work in the incantations of the complex memory spell she had learned. Regardless of her attempts to keep still, her hands still trembled over the amount of magic she was producing. Nevertheless, she concentrated on Leopold, on what had just come to pass, on his mind, on his memories. She reached out to them from the moment he entered Snow's room until the moment Jamie had knocked him over the head and cleared it all away, leaving a big blank space where once the memories had been.
The spell was draining and Regina was grateful that she sat on Snow's bed whilst casting it. She felt sweat prickle on her forehead and the blanket which covered her body slid down, but she could not move, but only concentrate, focus on the incantation. Her magic swept through Leopold's memories, engulfing them and then promptly erasing them, one by one, until the last one he had in mind was coming up the staircases which led to Snow's bedchambers.
She was tired but knew she had to continue in order to save herself. Regina was thankful that the illusion spell was much less draining than the previous one. She quickly conjured new memories for Leopold, memories in which he missed a step on the staircase and twisted his left ankle. In his new recollections, he would remember tumbling down the cold stone spiral staircase until he reached the bottom, knocking his head on the pavement and remembering nothing else after that.
When it was done, Regina opened her eyes to see Jamie looking at her as if she had just pulled a dinner tray out of her nose. She huffed at him, a tired yet accomplished huff and told him, "It is done." She could not help but crack a small smile, "All he will remember now is how he fell from the stairs which awarded him with all those bruises."
Jamie looked absolutely stunned and did not say anything but reciprocate her show of teeth.
"Only one thing left," she waved her weary hand and all the ribbons became alive again and unfastened themselves from the King's body. They slithered back to the places they had originally been tossed at and if some of them bore a little blood, well, Regina was just counting that as a bonus when Snow came upon them.
Once his body was freed from the trinkets, with another wave of her hand Regina surrounded his whole body with her magical smoke. When it cleared out, the rocking chair was empty.
"Where did he go?" Jamie asked
"Bottom of the stairs my dear, now-" she stood from the bed and looked at her half naked body. With a wave of her hands she was back wearing her virginal white dress and Jamie all clothed, she looked about the room and saw the King's crown lying on the floor by the bed. "We cannot forget that," and with a simple flicker of her wrist the crown was gone.
"What now?" Jamie inquired
"Now we go see to the King, for he has been gravely injured," she said in her mocking innocent voice, they both shared a hearty laugh before leaving the room to attend to the King.
…
Regina had been nervous her spell had not worked, but as fate would have it, it did. The King had no recollection of what had really happened that day, only remembered what Regina wanted him to.
Things, however, changed significantly after that encounter, now gone from the King's recollections. Regina could not complain about these changes for one of them was the considerable diminishing in the number of times Leopold asked Regina to join him in his bedchambers. The way he looked at her changed as well, before it was a bored look, almost as if she was not there, yet now it was alert and a little bit untrusting.
But Regina chose to ignore it, until his odd behavior extended to Jamie. He would snap at the lad for no reason, eye him with utmost suspicion during dinners and that started building up a very uneasy feeling in Regina's heart.
Maybe her spell was wearing out. Maybe he would remember everything at any minute. Maybe-
"I see you managed to cast the memory spell after all" the impish voice of Rumpelstiltskin snapped her out of her musings.
She looked up to find him sitting on her dresser, one foot on her stool whilst the other leg was crossed. Her teacher and mentor, the one who taught her everything she knew about magic, and even so, even if she felt gratitude for the knowledge, she could never bring herself to like him.
"Yes, I have," she told him triumphantly.
"But you are doubting yourself-" he continued pointing one of his twisted fingers at her, "You think that the spell is going to wear off!" That annoying giggle left his lips and Regina felt anger surge on the pit of her stomach.
"Nonsense!" She spat back at him, not really having any more arguments to help herself with, since his words rang painfully true.
"Oh, no need to lie to me dearie. I can see the wheels turning inside your head," he got up from the dresser and stood on the small bench. He then started imitating her voice, "Will the King remember? Will he kill me? Will he kill him?" he giggled again.
"Stop!" she exclaimed in fury.
"Do not worry, your majesty-" the imp told her jumping out of her stool "The King will only remember if you so desire." Regina could not help but breathe a relieved breath, "However-" he lifted his finger up, "Your spells modified and erased the memories inside his head."
"And?" Regina inquired with disdain.
"And-" he took a couple of steps closer to her, "His mind might not remember but his heart knows." And with a giggle, he was gone in a cloud of black smoke.
…
Indeed, the King's heart did not forget and it only took a couple of weeks for him to call off the engagement between his daughter and the man he himself said 'felt he did not know anymore'. Jamie could not have been more pleased with the news for he knew he was also going to be caged were he to marry the Princess. Regina was glad for him as well, would not wish her fate upon any other, much less somebody like Jamie, who she liked. They had said their warm goodbyes in the privacy of her chambers and Regina had felt a pang in her heart.
When Jamie truly left, all she could do was nod his way as he reciprocated, turned his horse and rode away from the castle.
Lucky him
"I knew all you needed was a push!" it was Rumpelstiltskin again, but this time she was surrounded by guards, knights, nobles and her husband nonetheless. For a brief moment she was terrified until she noticed that they were all unmoving, the imp must have used a strong freezing spell.
"What?" she half whispered, afraid they would unfreeze at any moment.
"All you needed to be able to perform that spell was a little push my dear!" He repeated with a cruel smile on his voice.
"What on earth do you mean by that?" She frowned at him, confused, but then- "Wait, did you-?" She was not able to finish her sentence for hatred started to take over her, "You!" she pointed an accusing finger at the imp standing before her, "You sent the King to Snow's room that day?" she asked, not actually believing that was true.
He faked being shocked, opening his mouth and placing a theatrical hand on his chest, "Me?"
"Yes, you!" her eyes grew big as she took one dangerous step towards him.
His infuriating laugh invaded her senses and before he could completely disappear in his dark smoke he uttered in a singing voice, "Guilty!"