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CHAPTER THREE: Nothing is innocent.

Maybe he had underestimated the Queen. Perhaps she was truly far gone. In his mind, Locksley didn't see the problem with politely asking for what was rightfully his. The breaking in, he fully understood. Upon arriving at the castle, upon asking for an audience with the Queen and to only be denied, well action had needed to be taken into his own hands.

Thump thump.

The sound of his own heart, squashed in the Queen's petite fingers had ended his distressing agony. What a sight. Red of course, hardly dark read, more ruby for his past as an outlaw. Glowing in a magnificent allure. Evidence that everyone had a past. That nobody was pure and innocent. That devious smirk sunk into a varmint scowl.

"What are you going to do to me?

Robin breathed out, clutching the emptiness in his chest. Having no heart didn't feel all that different. Feelings were there, his protectiveness over his son most evidently. He was left more complexed and dazed than anything.

Oh the things Regina /could/ do to him. Why send him to her dungeons when she could really torture him? When she could have /fun/ and amusement.

"Everything I say, everything I command, you do. You are /mine/ now. You belong to me. /My pet/."

The Queen snarled with mania consuming her voice, orbs aglazing with utter insanity and perish. All Robin could do was frown, coxing his brow. She really was mad.

"And why would I do that?"

He queried rather bravely, considering the current situation. He knew nothing about magic, about hearts.

"Because if you don't, all I have to do is squeeze…."

Oh the pleasure. Fingers gripped the magical object, squeezing the instrument as pure gleam met those cruel orbs. She grinned, pearly whites brightening any smile as she watched him struggle to the floor and cry out in torment. Squeezing harder, Robin was ready for his end. All of this was too much to endure. And from the Queen's plans, she had a lifetime of this planned.

Loosening her grip, his heart was lifted to her lips. Orbs glaring at him towards the ground where he was weak. Fragile. Empty.

"Take a bath and return to my bedchamber."

That authorative, stone cold tone was calmer. She knew what she would do with him. The former outlaw, however, stared at her in gobsmack. It was then that he understood the power of his heart. Unable to control himself, his legs were walking him into the Queen's bathroom, hands undressing himself, until he was sunk deeply into a luxurious bubble bath, filled with rich royal oils.

A far cry from bathing in the river.

As he washed, his mind was overflowing with thoughts and escape plans. Bedding the Evil Queen was easy enough. He was a man and any man would be a fool if they did not appreciate how magnificently alluring and beautiful she was.

Stunning in every way.

However she was ludicrous. Fatuous. Bizarre.

Those eyes, though. If he was commanded to remain in her presence for a lifetime, well, that would be a marvellous lifetime ahead of him. Those eyes he seemed to know. Where? He didn't know.