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Regina was tense around the king for days. She tried escaping when he came to talk to her or lead her to his bedchambers, but he couldn't tell. The punishment for sneaking around with his daughter will no doubt be severe, and she wants to prolong it for as long as she can.
Snow's been even more tense than she is, and she wasn't,t even the one facing punishment. She was worried for Regina after she faces punishment. She doesn't want her to die, and will do anything in her power to stop it.
It was late at night when Regina received a letter from a bird carrying a letter.
Meet me under the tall oak tree near the flower fields, at our spot. I would like to talk to you. Regina didn't waste time writing and a grabbed a black fur cloak and draped it around her shoulders as she rushed out of the palace. People noticed her rush, but didn't question her leaving.
She took her horse from the stable and nestled herself in the saddle before encouraging it forward. she felt the wind breeze through her flowing black hair in a ponytail held high on head.
In the small glow of the moonlight, she spotted Snow on the hill in the middle of the wildflowers. Her skin reflected the pale light cast on her face and she smiled softly.
As Regina got closer, she could see the features of her face clearer and sharper, until she was inches away from her.
"I don't want you to die. We need to do something before father finds out," Snow whispered.
"No. I've accepted my fate already, now you have to. Whatever come out of this, know I love you." Snow's face lit up for a moment, then frowned.
"You don't understand. I can't live without you."
"Well, you'll have to learn to, because it doesn't look good for us."
"If this is it then, I want our last moment to be special," she murmured, before kissing Regina with a fervour she hasn't seen in her before. She pulled back in surprise.
"I can't stop loving you," Snow said to herself, before leaning in again. Regina let her take over while she memorized the feel of her lips, the smell of her, the touch of her fingers over her waist, the passion she made her feel.
Suddenly, Snow was tugging and pulling at Regina's cloak and holding her hands behind her neck.
"Snow, this is too far."
"Please. I don't want you to leave me without feeling you pressed against me, at least once." Regina listened to the girl instead of reasoning, and pulled Snow's own garments off. She moaned lightly and Regina felt a surge of electricity zap through her.
Regina undid the girls corset while suckling her neck tenderly, and Snow ran her fingers through her dark hair. She moaned at the contact before Snow began shimmying out of her dress, revealing her bare body. Regina's voice caught in her throat and the growing wetness between her legs suggested so.
After finding her way out of the corset herself, Snow bit her lip and crawled onto her lap, pushing her head to the ground of flowers and soft grass. Regina grinded her hips against hers, and Snow groaned. Regina grinned and rolled over and pushed Snow to the ground, retreating down her body, focusing on her shoulders, breasts, and down her belly to her core. She slowly licked a strip of skin from her inner thighs to her clit, making Snow tremble in her skillful arms.
"More," She ordered.
"So selfish," Regina joked, before licking her again and taking her clit into her teeth. Snow writhed under her and Regina held her hips to the grass.
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Regina tried to fix her and Snow's hair, while the other girl tried steadying her breathing and refrained from blushing at the sight of Regina after knowing what they did in the light of the moon. When Regina turned Snow around, she was smiling widely and grinning like a lovesick idiot would. Her lovesick idiot. She agreed with Snow, she didn't want to die without knowing the possibility of their relationship. In a way, dying would take her away from Snow.
They rode back to the castle together, and on the steps stood a furious-looking king with his arms crossed and a vein bulging on his forehead. Snow looked at Regina and took her hand in defiance, squeezing hard and hopping of their horses to confront Leopold.
"Snow, inside. Now."
"Father, this isn't-"
"I. Said. Now." She held back a sob and let go of Regina's balmy hand, looking back once more before Regina was held by two guards. A scream sounded, and after, she realized it was her, screaming for her life and Regina, as she was restrained by a handful of maids. She continued screaming and allowed herself to cry as she fought the women pulling her back.
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Regina was pulled out of sleep to find two guards looming over her in an unknown room. She wriggled and screamed, but no sound came out and she found out she was fastened to a chair completely naked.
"Regina, I trusted you," Leopold said from behind her, "and this is unforgivable. As I decide what to do with you, these two gentlemen will handle you. Make any moves and it will only get worse." He stormed out of the room in a hurry as the two men looked over her again and the first one swiftly drew a hand and slapped it across her face. She exclaimed in surprise and writhed.
The dungeons. She was in the dungeons. She'd been here once and barely remembered it, but she was in a cell with the two knights.
Meanwhile, Snow was fighting as hard as she could, and even heard someone behind her cry out in pain. She continued pulling back as they guided her through the east wing and to her bedchambers. They all but threw her in and locked the door as quickly as they could.
Snow stayed on the floor, pressing her face into the chilly stone floor. Defeated, she stood back up and climbed into bed in her clothes and forced her eyes shut.
When she awoke during the night, her door was unlocked. She hastily left her room and snuck through the halls of the castle to Regina's room, for a third time grabbing her spellbook.
"Rumpelstiltskin, I summon thee!" There was no answer.
"Rumpelstiltskin!"
"Rumplestiltskin get your ass over here now!"
"My my, where did you learn such foul language?"
"I live in a castle, not a church. I need your help."
"Last time you said that you wasted my time. And the time before that."
"Yes, well, I need it this time, at your price." He briskly pulled a single hair from her hair and put it in her pocket.
"Payment received. What is it that you want." She began explaining her situation and what needed to be done, stopped by the lengthy questions he had.
"Well, dearie, you've gotten yourself in quite the jam, now, haven't you? I think I may be able to…offer my services. May I offer you this?" He promised her yet another vile of foreign potion that would take time to brew and was swept away by another waft of purple smoke surrounding him. Setting her book back into the pillowcase, she climbed into Regina's bed and ached for gentle hands to soothe her, the calming sweeps of her hand to adjust her hair, the mollifying arms wrapping tight around her as she would reciprocate.
Once again, she cried herself into a deep slumber. Awaking suddenly, she found herself being dragged out of the room once more by stiffer hands belonging to a pair of knights.
She was placed in front of her father who sat in his throne contemplating something.
"Dearest Snow, you've betrayed my trust just as much as Regina."
"I love her, father, and killing her will only grow my affections."
"No, you will stiffen up and find someone else, someone who is not married to your father, the king, or a woman. Two woman are not supposed to be in love." Snow almost rolled her eyes.
"Fine. Do what you want to me, but don't you dare lay a finger on her, or you will lose your wife and daughter." She slammed the door to the throne room and ran back to her room. Hopefully Rumpelstiltskin was close by now.
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The king is dead after two weeks of Regina's imprisonment and torture. Word spread throughout the entire castle that he was killed by a wizard using magic, something Snow couldn't posses if she tried, so she was of the hook. They didn't know Regina was learning magic, so she was free to roam the castles, but damage was already done and she was nearer to death than she would've liked.
In the middle of the night, she limped into Snow's bedchambers to reunite with her, but she was nowhere to be found. She went back to her own chambers and found a princess asleep in her bed, hugging one of her pillows tight to her chest. She smiled and walked in further, lighting candles around the room.
Slowly, Snow stirred in her sleep and was waking up when out of nowhere, her lips were enraptured by a pair she would know anywhere. She kissed back and opened her eyes, finding Regina in front of her, looking deep into her own hazel eyes.
"What did you do," Regina muttered almost irritated.
"I got some help…"
"To murder the king? Your father? Because of me?"
"Why else would I do it?" Regina's eyes softened and she looked guilty and pitiful.
"You shouldn't have done that. Let me die with a sliver of dignity left."
"You didn't have any dignity when you got dragged to the dungeons for an affair with your stepdaughter."
"True, but I'd accepted it, my death."
"Yeah, well I didn't. I love you. You need to understand that, that someone loves you. You aren't too far gone yet," Snow joked.
"Yes, but in the process of finding me, you lost your father. You killed him. You may even be darker than me."
"Well, if you think about it, he was going to die anyways, natural cause or not." Regina rolled her eyes and crept under the covers beside Snow, gently groping and touching her like she may break.
"Have you not yet processed the fact that your father, the king, is dead."
"I've processed it. I cried. What's done is done."
"Do you regret it?"
"Not one bit. He may have been kind, but he ignored you, he had a darker side to him than he was letting on, and he had you punished. You could've died. You are very close right now," she whispered, running her hand over various hand-shaped welts on her skin, burns, slashes, cuts, and bruises colouring her neck and waist.
"Yes, well I shouldn't be the first priority, my princess."
"Yes, you should. Look at these. Almost every inch of your skin is scratched or discoloured. That's not healthy." Slowly, Snow peeled off every inch of clothing covering her body to reveal her severely marked and malnourished body.
"Oh my god," Snow whispered, letting a tear escape her emerald eyes. Regina wiped it away.
"I'm fine," Regina assured. Snow shook her head.
"For the last time, you are not. I'm going to ask a maid for something for these and some food." Snow left Regina alone in the bitter room naked and aching. She'd never admit to Snow, but her entire body ached, she hasn't had a sufficient meal since the night she ran to the woods with Snow.
Snow came back in with a giant tray that weighed down her hands, filled with medication, ointment, tea, and food.
Regina's stomach grumbled loudly and they both chuckled and blushed before she ate her food wolfishly. Snow pulled back the covers Regina hid under to apply ointment. After rubbing ointment on her front and blushing profusely while doing so, she ordered her to turn. When she did, there were slash marks all the way up her back and on her bottom, as well as more hand-shaped welts and bruises.
"I'm sorry," Snow murmured, "This is all my fault."
"This was never your fault," Regina said. She felt her back and butt freeze up as the cooling ointment made contact with her skin. Snow rubbed her sore marks and held a loving silence as she eased her discomfort.
"Yes it was. If I hadn't kissed you when I was sick, it would never have happened."
"Hey, all of this, was worth it as long as I have you. I blamed you for a long time. Now I realize that it wasn't you, it was my mother. She…drove him away and I would've still been left to boil in my own hatred, so I should be thanking you. You are worth it, and I would take these a thousand more times for you." Snow gasped and turned her around, pulling her into a deep kiss that shook their minds and mumbled every thought stumbling drunkenly into their minds. Regina grinned in the kiss and Snow deepened it, entering her tongue into her mouth. They both got up for air, then continued until Regina couldn't keep her eyes open, so Snow held her together while she slept, like expensive china she cared for dearly.
Her father's spirit ate at her. Snow spent every waking moment thinking about the extremity of her situation. She jolted awake and still heard the sounds of her father's dying breath in her ears as she held his hand dearly.
Regina was up in a minute to hold her and squeeze the stress out of her small body. After a few minutes, her breathing slowed.
"I can't imagine the guilt of killing someone," she muttered as Snow now focused on calming her mind. She only nodded and allowed herself to be swallowed whole by the safety and tender care the other woman offered. Dealing with her grief will be hard, and her guilt and selfishness even more so, but Regina would there to help her through every single bump in the road. And she couldn't be more relieved and trusting of her guardian.