Chapter 9: The Wedding

Regina sat at her vanity, staring at her reflection. Would she look different the next night, when she was a married woman? Or would she still look like the girl she felt she was—inexperienced and confused?

She took a deep breath, reminding herself she had nothing to worry about. Robin loved her and she believed she was getting closer to loving him as well. They were going to be happy together. Being married would only make them stronger.

Knocking interrupted her musing and she looked up, confused. "Tink, can you get that, please?"

"Of course." Tink headed toward the door. She paused, giving Regina cheeky grin. "But if it's His Majesty, I am going to have to send him away. We don't want any bad luck, do we?"

Regina grinned back. The people of Sherwood had proven to be a superstitious lot and the royals were no different. It was considered bad luck for a couple to see each other before their wedding, starting with the night before. So Robin had been spirited away by his uncles and Will while Irene took Regina back to her room.

Tink opened the door and bobbed a curtsy. "Your Majesty. Please come in."

Queen Catherine glided into the room, smiling at Regina. "Excited? Nervous?" she asked.

"Both," Regina replied. "If that's possible."

"Of course it's possible. Katrina, could you get us some tea? I would like to have a mother-daughter chat with the princess," the queen said, never removing her motherly gaze and soft smile from Regina.

Tink curtsied before leaving the room. Catherine guided Regina toward two chairs, easing her down into one. "So what has you so nervous?"

"The wedding night," she admitted. "No one's…no one's really told me what's supposed to happen."

Catherine nodded. "Robin told me you had some questions and your governess confirmed you were not well versed on it. So that's why I'm here. Ask away."

Regina's stomach turned and her mind seemed like a jumble. She didn't know where she wanted to start. "Were you this nervous? When you married Robin's father?" she asked, biting her thumb.

"When I married Edward? No," Catherine replied as Tink set down a tea tray. She handed Regina a cup. "But that was my second wedding night. I was a bundle of nerves on my first wedding night."

"First wedding night?" Regina frowned, her cup hovering just around her lips.

Catherine chuckled. "I guess Robin didn't tell you. His father was my second husband. I've been widowed twice now."

Regina listened as Catherine explained that she was married at eighteen to a man named Louis, who had been a family friend. He had been much older than her, though not the same age difference there had been between Regina and Leopold. "It was more of a business arrangement, but I cared for him and we had a marriage filled with affection and friendship, if not love," she said.

"But I was so scared on my wedding night. My mother and my aunts had gathered around me the night before my wedding to tell me what was supposed to happen and it left my head spinning. Louis, though, was gentle and tender and willing to teach me."

"That sounds wonderful," Regina said, smiling at the soft look in her soon to be mother-in-law's eyes.

Catherine nodded. "It was. Though when I married Edward, I learned how different it was when you truly loved the person and they truly loved you back. It was so much more intimate, so much more passionate."

Regina's thoughts turned to Robin. Would tomorrow night be different for him than her because he already loved Regina while she was still coming to that point? Or would she find herself head-over-heels for him after they…did whatever they were supposed to do?

Though she wanted to know more about the wedding night, she was now curious about Catherine and Edward. "How did you come to marry Robin's father?" she asked.

"Robin hasn't told you that either? I'm surprised," Catherine replied, chuckling. "Well, I was widowed about nine years after I married Louis. Influenza spread through the land and we both got sick. I got better but unfortunately, Louis succumbed to it. We had no children so everything passed to his sister and her family. Thankfully I had a good relationship with them and they set me up with my own house on the property."

Catherine mourned for the traditional year before her cousin invited her to come to court. She had been there before as a teenager and so had had brief encounters with the prince then. But when she arrived as a widow, Prince Edward had sought her out to convey his condolences and to tell her how greatly he had admired her late husband. "He invited me for a walk around the gardens to stretch my legs and we ended up discussing several things. I admit I was loathe to part from him when we reached the palace again," she said.

"We ended up spending nearly every day together, whether we were doing something, talking for hours or just sitting together. I felt I could tell him anything and he wouldn't judge me."

"That's how I feel with Robin," Regina admitted softly.

Catherine nodded. "He takes so much after his father, sometimes I think it's like Edward is still with me."

She continued her story, how she returned back home after several months at court and found herself missing Edward every day. "It surprised me how entrenched he became in my daily routine and I felt off-kilter without him."

Edward had felt the same, apparently, for he rode out to her house over a week after she had left. He had dismounted and began babbling about how much he missed her, how he loved her, how he would wait for her but that he wanted to marry her.

"For the first time in my life, I didn't hesitate or take time to think about it. I told him I would marry him," she said, smiling softly. "We were married a couple months later and I had never been happier."

"That sounds wonderful," Regina murmured, lost in a day dream. Would she one day be reminiscing about marrying Robin with such a starry look in her eyes?

Catherine shifted, clearing her throat. "Which, I believe, brings us back to the wedding night. I'll admit it is strange to be telling you how to pleasure my son, but it must be done. No woman should go to the marriage bed ignorant of what will happen."

"Will it hurt?" Regina asked softly, hugging herself.

"No," Catherine replied, adamant. "It should not hurt and if it does, if there's any blood, you tell Robin immediately. It means you weren't prepared properly."

"Prepared?"

She nodded, leaning closer. "This is still awkward but have you ever…touched yourself? Down there?"

Fire flooded Regina's cheeks as she nodded. "A few times before Mother caught me and gave me a lecture about how well-bred ladies didn't do that."

"Of course she did." Catherine shook her head before continuing: "Well, do you remember how it felt?"

"It felt good. And wet," she remembered.

The older woman nodded. "That's what I meant by prepared. That wetness will help when it comes time for…well…he enters you."

Regina was certain she could figure that part out. "So Robin does all the work? I just…lie there?"

"You could but it won't really be fun for you," she replied, smiling. "And you want to enjoy yourself as well."

"So what do I do?"

Catherine sighed. "There isn't a set way to do this. You and Robin will have to explore with each other to see what works for you. There are many different positions, different ways to arouse someone…I can go through a few of them, if you like."

Regina nodded, gripping her teacup tighter. "I think it'll help."

By the time they finished their tea, Regina was certain she was red from head to toe. Catherine had gone through several positions and methods for sex, surprising Regina. Who knew there were so many ways to do it?

"Have I overloaded you?" Catherine asked, looking a bit sheepish. She took her hand. "Just remember this—it is perfectly natural and nothing to be ashamed of. Soon, it'll be just another facet of your life."

"Thank you. For telling me about the wedding night, for being here for me" she replied, squeezing Catherine's hand.

She smiled, taking Regina's empty teacup. "You're welcome, dear. Now try to get some sleep. You have a very busy day…and night…ahead of you."

Regina hugged the woman, relishing the affection Catherine gave so freely. "I'm so glad to have you as a mother now," she whispered.

"And I'm glad you are my daughter." She planted a motherly kiss on Regina's forehead. "Good night."

She left and Regina sat down at her desk. Tink hovered over her, frowning. "Shouldn't you go to bed?"

"Not yet. I want to finish this letter to Snow. I doubt I'll have much time after the wedding and Lord Christopher will be returning to Mist Haven shortly thereafter." Regina dipped her quill in her inkwell.

Tink sighed. "Fine, but not too much longer or you'll hate me in the morning."

"Never," Regina assured her. She began scratching the next paragraph on the crisp paper.

By the time you receive this, I will be a wife and a queen. As I have said in my past letters, Robin is a sweet and kind man. I have no regrets about my decision and I look forward to my future. Now, I pray you find someone like him when you are older.

(Key word there being older. Take your time and be a child for a bit longer, Snow).

I cannot wait to read your next letter to hear how your riding lessons are going. I am certain you are a natural.

Perhaps we can convince your father and my husband into letting you visit for a bit. Would you like that?

Yours,

Regina

She laid down her quill and stretched. "I think it's time for me to turn in," she told Tink.

Her maid nodded. "I think that's a great idea."

Regina climbed into her bed and pulled the blankets over her. She settled down as Tink extinguished the candles, sending the room into darkness. This was her last night in this bed as she would spend the rest of her nights in Robin's.

And she couldn't wait.

"You look beautiful, Regina." Ella hugged her, admiring Regina's appearance in the mirror.

Regina smiled, touching one of the curls framing her face. Most of her dark hair had been gathered in an elaborate twist and her lacy tiered veil was pinned amongst the locks. It fell down her back, and pooled under her chair.

She turned to Ella. "Thank you. You look beautiful as well."

"Not as beautiful as the bride," Ana replied, walking closer. She and Ella both wore green silk gowns trimmed in lace with square necklines. Their blonde hair was pinned in identical buns, flowers tucked into them.

Regina stood, glancing at herself in the full length mirror. She wore a silk white dress over several layers of lacy underskirts to give the dress a wide skirt. Over the dress was a jacket of gold brocade lined with ermine. Pearl buttons gleamed in the sunlight. She had to admit it was the most beautiful dress she had ever seen. "I feel like a queen," she said.

"You are a queen," a familiar voice said.

"Snow?" Regina asked, turning around to find the young princess standing behind her. Like Ana and Ella, she wore a green silk dress as well. The only difference was the jeweled tiara nestled against her bun.

She ran forward, throwing her arms around Regina. "Daddy said I could come with Lord Locksley and Johanna to see you get married. He's calling it my first diplomatic mission."

"You're growing up," Regina replied, holding her close. "And I'm so glad you are here for my wedding."

Snow held out her skirts. "They had this dress made for me so I could be in your wedding party."

Regina furrowed her brow, glancing up at Queen Catherine, who was now standing in the doorway. She smiled. "Robin invited Snow as a surprise, knowing you two had gotten close. So we had the tailor make her a dress as well."

"I can't wait to meet King Robert! I want to see if he's as wonderful as you said in your letters." Snow beamed at her.

Regina chuckled. "I assure you he is. And that I cannot wait to be his wife."

"Well, we need to get you to the church then." Daddy entered the room, straightening his gold jacket. He looked her over, a wistful smile on his face. "You look absolutely beautiful, my dear."

"Daddy." Regina stepped forward, holding out her lace-covered hands to him. She kissed his cheek.

He squeezed her hands. "I have long thought about this day, my dear, how I would feel to give you away."

"And how do you feel?"

"Sad, knowing I won't be the most important man in your life," he said.

Regina kissed his cheek again. "You will always be important to me, Daddy. I couldn't imagine being here without you."

He nodded. "I know. And while I am still a little sad, I'm happy to know you are marrying a man who will love and cherish you the way you deserve. Robin is good man and I know you will be happy."

"I will," she said, nodding. "And you'll be there to see it."

Catherine stepped forward, placing her hand on Regina's arms. "It's time to go. Robin and his party has already left for the cathedral."

Regina took a deep breath and nodded, letting Tink cover her face with her veil. It was shorter than the rest, only falling to her chin. After she and Robin had exchanged their rings, he would raise it since the spirits wouldn't try to take her—or whatever superstition had warranted the use of the veil.

Daddy took her arm. "Ready, my dear?"

"Ready," she replied. "Let's go get me married."

She rode to the cathedral in a closed carriage. Catherine had explained that Regina and Robin would ride in an open one once they were married, allowing them to greet the people as they returned to the palace for the coronation. Regina didn't mind. She wanted a few moments to herself before the pomp and circumstance of the day began.

The carriage came to a halt but the door didn't open. She frowned. "What's wrong, Daddy?"

"Nothing," he told her. "We just need to wait for Ana, Ella and Snow White to get into the cathedral. And then it will be our turn."

She nodded, clutching her bouquet tighter. Just a few more moments before she was by Robin's side, pledging to spend the rest of her life with him. She would be lying if she said she wasn't nervous but she was mostly excited. More and more, she was convinced she would be happy with Robin.

The door opened and she saw a gloved hand reach for hers. "Watch your step, Your Highness," one of the guards said.

Regina took his hand and stepped down from the carriage. She soon felt her father by her side, offering his arm to her. Behind her, Tink and Irene made certain her train trailed perfectly as Regina climbed the stone steps leading to the cathedral.

Two guards opened the large wooden doors and she heard everyone rise to their feet rather than see them to do so. Even though her veil was made of lace, it still obscured a good amount of her vision. She didn't even know what the cathedral looked like nor could she make out any faces in the crowd as Daddy led her down the aisle as organ music played a lively march. For now, that suited her well enough.

Her one regret was that she couldn't see Robin properly. She saw the gold of his doublet and the white of his breeches but not much else. Not until Daddy was placing her hand into Robin's gloved ones as he reminded him to take care of her. Then she could see how his blond hair glowed in the sunlight and the crown snug around his head, no doubt the same one he wore to their betrothal.

Robin led her up the two steps to the altar where the Abbot waited, dressed in white with a large hat from what she could tell. She squeezed Robin's hand as the man began chanting, calling upon the Great Being to bless Sherwood, to bless the Locksley house, to bless Robin, to bless her and finally to bless their union.

"Robert Edward Thomas John Andrew, do you take this woman as your wife? Do you promise to be true to her, honor her, cherish her, protect her, and spend the rest of your days with her?" the Abbot asked.

"I do." Robin's voice was strong and seemed to echo through the cathedral.

The Abbot then addressed her: "Regina Louisa Maria Anna, do you take this man as your husband? Do you promise to be true to him, honor him, cherish him, support him and spend the rest of your days with him?"

She swallowed, hoping her voice was strong and confident as Robin's as she answered: "I do."

Robin squeezed her hand as the Abbot continued on with the prayers. She did her best to follow along as he instructed them on their duties as a married couple—to make Sherwood stronger by being a united front and to bring forth children into the world. It only served to remind her of the clock that would start ticking that night and her stomach tightened from her nerves.

There was a flurry of activity and she tightened her grip on Robin's hand. "They are just presenting our rings, milady. Nothing to worry about," he whispered.

She nodded as the Abbot's voice was heard again. "Oh mighty Being, bless these rings as a sign of their bearers' vows to each other and to You."

Robin let go of her hands and someone removed the glove from her left one. Someone had done the same for Robin as she felt his skin against hers when he took her hand again. He slid a gold ring with diamonds studs onto her ring finger, saying: "With this ring, I bind myself to you. May nothing but death break our bond."

The ring she was to give Robin was placed in her hand and her veil was lifted a bit so she could see what she was doing. She slid the plain gold band onto his ring finger, repeating the same thing he had said.

"Robert and Regina have exchanged vows and rings," the Abbot announced. "Now, they will seal their union with a kiss. Robert?"

Her veil was lifted and Regina saw Robin, who was smiling at her with love in his eyes. She felt warmth bloom in her chest and she smiled back at him before he kissed her. It was sweet and chaste, nothing like the kiss they shared at the betrothal ball. No doubt the Abbot wouldn't be too pleased with that.

Robin pulled away as the organist played a grand flourish before starting another march. The ceremony was over and Regina realized with a jolt that they were truly married. Her smile brightened as she took Robin's arm, letting him guide her back down the aisle after Ana handed back her bouquet.

"Wait," Regina said softly. "My glove. They didn't put it back on me."

"Not yet. We need to show our rings to the people gathered outside, to prove to our subjects that we'll really married," Robin told her.

The doors opened and trumpets sounded as Robin led her from the cathedral. Applause and cheers rose from the people gathered out there and he waved his left hand. Regina followed suit, her gold ring glinting in the sun.

Robin pressed his right hand to her back. "We're going to get in the carriage and wave at everyone as we return to the palace for the coronation," he told her out of the corner of his mouth.

She nodded, letting him help her into the carriage. "Why do we need to do the coronation in a different place than our wedding?"

"Tradition," he replied as the carriage jerked forward. He took her gloved hand in his, rubbing his thumb over the back of it. "We're married, milady."

"We are," she said, her smile widening.

The carriage rolled along at a slow pace, giving the people lining the streets a chance to see the married couple. Many began tossing white lilies at their feet, confusing Regina as she picked up one that had landed in her lap.

"Lilies?" she asked Robin.

He nodded, catching one. "It is customary to give newlyweds them. They have a dual meaning. The first is a wish for a long relationship and the second is…"

"Fertility," Regina interjected, knowing it in her heart. He nodded, though, confirming it.

She rolled the flower between her fingers. The knot in her stomach created by the council's decree loosened. Robin's people—now her people—had only good wishes for them. They wanted to see their king's marriage last, wanted to them to have a child and not for political reasons. She smiled as she took a whiff of the flower's scent and the crowd cheered.

Even if the court did not accept her, the people did. And that seemed far more important.

Irene greeted her once they arrived back at the palace, surprising Regina by kissing her cheek. "Congratulations, my lady. May your marriage be a long, happy and fruitful one."

"Thank you," Regina replied before frowning as Irene began to remove her veil. "Why are you doing that?"

"I was instructed to. Nothing should be on your head until you are crowned. And they've brought a fur-lined velvet cape for you to wear," Irene explained.

The cape was heavy as it rested on Regina's shoulders, held in place by clasps that attached to special hooks sewn into her dress. She knew the crown would be heavy as well since it was made of gold and she worried she wouldn't be able to walk when the time came.

"I have her glove!" Tink burst into the room, waving the lacy accessory. She placed it on Regina's hand. "Everyone is almost settled into the hall and the Abbot was just behind me. It's almost time for the coronation ceremony."

Regina took a deep breath and let it out slowly. "I can do this," she told herself.

"Of course you can," Tink replied, softly. "You'll have the king by your side. Everything will be fine."

Anastasia pushed back the curtain. "It's time, Regina. Just start walking. Ella and I will make sure the cape trails properly."

Regina nodded, pulling up her skirts and walking forward. She held her head up high as she stepped onto the dais holding the thrones. Robin entered from the opposite side, giving her a small smile as Will and another guard saw to his cape.

They met in the middle where kneelers were set up. Robin helped her down onto hers before kneeling beside her. "It's almost over," he whispered.

She nodded as the Abbot approached them. "Oh, Great Being, grant to Robert and Regina the wisdom to govern your people and the strength to protect them. May your people prosper under their rule, enjoying peace in our land and with our neighbors.

"As your representative, I anoint your humble servants, Robert and Regina, as Sherwood's king and queen," he said, brushing oil on Regina's forehead. "Guide and keep them, O Great Being."

The crown was placed on Regina's head, heavy and snug. She felt herself wobble a bit and someone steadied her. "Lower your chin a bit," Ana whispered. "It'll help you balance."

Regina did as she instructed and found it helped. Ana and Robin helped her stand as two servants took the kneelers away. Robin led her up to her throne as Tink darted out to fix her cape so Regina could sit down. She watched as the Abbot placed the orb and scepter in Robin's hands. Robin gave her a wink before standing before the court.

"Behold, your king!" the Abbot decreed.

"Long live the king!" the court responded.

Robin returned to her, handing the scepter and orb over. "Your turn," he told her.

He helped her up and she felt his eyes on her as she stepped forward, standing before a court that had been less than welcoming to her. The Abbot announced: "Behold, your queen!"

She held her breath, afraid no one would respond. After a few agonizing moments of silence, they chanted: "Long live the queen!"

Regina eagerly retreated to her throne, taking her seat again along with Robin. They were the monarchs of Sherwood, equal rulers of the land. And the court only respected one of them.

Being Queen of Sherwood was not going to be easy.

Once the crown and cape were taken off, Regina felt lighter. Her veil was not put back; instead, Robin placed a silver tiara covered with diamonds and emeralds on her head. "This was worn by Queen Susannah herself," he said. "I feel it appropriate for you."

Regina had been reading about her new husband's ancestor and was honored. She smiled, laying her bare hand against his cheek. "Thank you so much."

He pulled her close, wrapping his arms around her. "Let's just stay here for a little bit. I haven't had a chance to enjoy just being with you. Have I even told you how beautiful you look today?"

"Not yet," she replied, pressing her cheek against his chest. The velvet lining his doublet was soft against her skin. "You look very dashing."

Robin's chuckle rumbled deep in his chest and he tightened his hold on her. "I am so glad you are my wife, Regina."

"You say that now," she teased. "What about in a few months' time?"

He shook his head. "I doubt I will ever regret marrying you. Do you think you will ever doubt marrying me?"

"Never," she vowed, letting out a contented sigh.

"You two can be alone all you want tonight and tomorrow," Will said, standing in the doorway. "The rest of us are hungry and waiting on the guests of honor."

Regina pulled away as Robin gave a sheepish grin. He held out his arm to her. "My Queen?"

A thrill coursed through her and she took his arm with one of her biggest smiles yet.

Regina was glad that Robin had introduced her to all the customary Sherwood dishes. She knew which dishes she like and which to avoid, so she didn't accidentally show disgust before the court. It also allowed her to advise Snow, who had been seated next to her, and sound knowledgeable about her new country and culture.

"There aren't many seafood dishes," Snow remarked, looking over the platters the servants had set before them.

"No. Sherwood is not close enough to the sea. Any seafood dishes are limited to those that can be found in rivers. Usually, that means the eels." Regina motioned to a dish of jellied gobs.

Snow, being young and not as schooled in diplomacy, crinkled her nose and scowled. "Eww."

"They're more appetizing than they look," Robin interjected, trying to assure the girl rather than defend a national delicacy. "But I've been informed that the salmon have started their mating season, so our rivers are teeming with them. Many have been caught and brought to the palace, so we have that as well."

"I like salmon," she replied, nodding.

Regina smiled. "And there are plenty of other dishes. I quite like the pheasant myself."

She helped Snow make a plate laden with varied foods before turning back to her own plate, surprised to see it already full. Robin gave her a nudge and when she met his eyes, he winked at her. She melted a little to know that he had prepared a plate for her, making certain to give her all her favorite foods.

As she ate, Regina listened to Snow as she told her everything that was happening in her life. Which at the moment was a fight with the newest tutor. "Why should I care about percentages and the like? Will I need it as queen?" she groused.

"Percentages? Yes, you will." Robin's voice startled Regina; she thought he had been deep in conversation with Will and Ana.

She leaned back, allowing Robin to look straight at Snow as he explained all the ways he used percentages as king—from ensuring proper taxes were paid to making certain resources were divided accordingly. "Percentages can be one of your best tools," he finished.

"There's a lot more to being queen than beautiful dresses and grand balls," Regina added softly, smoothing a loose curl on the girl's head.

"I believe Mother was trying to teach me that before she died." Her green eyes grew distant and sadness tinged her words.

It was short-lived, though, as the royal baker brought out their wedding cake. It had seven tiers, each alternating between white and gold frosting. Pearls dotted around each tier and red roses decorated the tops of the gold frosted ones while pink roses decorated the tops of the white frosted.

Snow's eyes lit up and she smiled. "That looks too beautiful to eat."

"Agreed," Robin said, taking Regina's hand.

Regina watched as the royal baker removed the very top tier—the smallest gold frosted one with a single rose decorating it—and brought it to the dais. He proudly placed it between her and Robin. "Best wishes, Your Majesties," he said, presenting them with gold forks.

"Is this just for us?" she asked Robin. It looked like the cake was big enough only for a few bites for each of them.

He nodded, using his fork to cut off a bite-sized portion. After scooping it up, Robin held his fork toward her. "Milady?"

She opened her mouth, letting him place the piece of cake inside. Vanilla and lemon mixed together as she chewed, a sweet and tart combination. After swallowing, she scooped up some cake to feed to Robin as Will and Ana led the applause.

Robin stuck his fork into the rose and she was surprised when it came apart. "It's only sugar and cream," he explained, feeding her the next bite.

"It's delicious," she said, licking up a bit lingering on her lip. Robin leaned forward and kissed it away.

They fed each other the cake until it was gone, giggling and kissing each other the whole time. It was as if the room had faded away and it was just the two of them. Robin leaned back in his chair, staring at her with adoration as he rubbed her hand with his thumb. She smiled at him in return, enjoying the moment.

"Your Majesties?" A deep voice interrupted them and Regina turned to find the court composer standing before them. "The musicians are set up and we are ready for your first dance."

"Right, thank you." Robin stood and held out his hand to her. She took it, letting him lead her to the dancefloor created by the servants while everyone ate their cake.

A soft ballad started and Robin placed his hand on her waist. He took her free hand in his before whispering: "It's just a simple waltz, milady."

"I like those," she replied, following his lead. "You were amazing with Snow earlier."

"So were you. You may not think so, but you really do have the touch of a mother. I think when we finally do become parents, our child won't be as doomed as we think." He winked at her.

She laughed as he twirled her before pulling her close to him. Regina nodded. "I think you're right."

The dance ended and Robin cupped her cheek, once again kissing her. She responded eagerly, knowing the court couldn't complain this time. They were married after all.

Unlike the ball a month earlier, Regina enjoyed herself as the dancing continued. She didn't know if it was the joy of being married or if the courtiers realized that she wasn't going to be chased off so easily, but everything seemed to go right. Dance partners were plentiful, her steps sure and she didn't fear she stepped on anyone's toes.

"Robin is the happiest I've ever seen him," Will commented as he danced with Regina. "And that's all because of you."

Regina smiled, glancing over to where her husband was dancing with Snow White. "He's made me happy too."

"Glad to hear it. I hope Ana and I can be as happy as you two," he said.

"I'm certain you will be." The music ended and Regina curtsied to him. "Go, dance with her now."

He shook his head. "The dancing is over. It's time for the fireworks and then to bed with you and Robin."

She glanced around, noting that the windows were darkened and all the sconces in the room lit. When had it gotten so late?

"Milady? Regina, is something wrong?" Robin asked her, taking her hands in his.

"I lost track of the time," she replied, trying to smile. "That is all."

He placed a kiss on her knuckles. "It's going to be all right, Regina. I promise you that."

She nodded as he tucked her hand in the crook of his elbow. "I know. I trust you."

Robin escorted her out to the main courtyard. The gates had been opened and people had poured in for the last of the wedding festivities. Every inch of the yard was occupied by eager commoners, excited to be inside the palace grounds.

"Your Majesties," Lord Ellis greeted, bowing before them. He held several velvet sacks of gold coins. She and Robin would toss them into the crowd as a way to share their wealth. Regina hoped no fights broke out for she was certain everyone in that courtyard could use a few extra gold coins. Even some standing with them would fight for coins even though they didn't need them, she figured.

Lord Ellis gave each of them a sack. "May your aim be true," he told them.

"Maybe if I was using my arrows," Robin quipped as Regina shook her head. She had no doubt he would be able to easily toss the bags far into the crowd.

She was right. Robin tossed his sacks far and wide into the crowd while Regina focused more on the people at the front. She spotted a young girl, maybe a couple years younger than Snow, who made her way up to the foot of the stairs. Regina smiled at her, dropping a bag right into her hands. The girl smiled back, revealing a few missing teeth, and raced off with her treasure.

Everyone was calm and well-behaved with the exception of one shoving match. Will and a burly guard named John went down, though, and quickly broke it up. So all-in-all, Regina thought it went very well as the first fireworks illuminated the skies.

The sky lit up in a sea of reds, blues, greens, and golds as everyone clapped and cheered. Regina curled against Robin, lying her head on his shoulder and a hand over his heart. He wrapped his arm around her waist and laid his hand over hers. They stood together, watching the colorful display celebrating their union.

It didn't last long, though. Before the fireworks were even over, Ana was at Regina's elbow, urging her back inside. She was to retire, followed a few minutes later by Robin, for the wedding night.

Her blood pounding in her ears, Regina curtsied to Robin as he kissed her hand. A hunger filled his eyes and something warm was ignited inside her. She left the small group, focusing on that rather than the knots in her stomach. She was going to share Robin's bed—there was nothing for her to fear.

By the time Tink and Irene had taken off her dress and helped her into the sheer nightgown made especially for her wedding night, Regina realized she wasn't afraid. She was just nervous. But she knew Robin would be able to soothe her before anything happened between them.

Regina wandered around her new chambers, wrapped in her purple silk robe. She was familiar with the large antechamber Robin seemed to spend most of his time in. It had a table for when they wanted to dine privately as well as a well-stocked liquor cabinet. Several chairs were situated by a fireplace, meant for entertaining guests. And in a far corner sat two writing desks—one for him, one for her. There would be plenty of time for her to add more of her own personal touches to the space, Robin promised, and she looked forward to it.

She left that room and entered the bedchamber. She guessed Robin really only slept there as the room was smaller and not furnished as much as the antechamber with their bed taking up most of the room. It was a four poster like the bed she had been given when she had arrived at the palace, except this one was double the size. She and Robin would be able to share it without ever touching each other if they chose.

Green curtains were tied back, revealing the plush green blanket was already turned down for them. Fine white sheets covered the bed, no doubt made especially for the night. They almost looked like silk but when she ran her hand over it, she felt only linen. She then realized it was a separate sheet and she wondered if it would be the one examined in the morning for proof of their consummation. Her stomach turned at the thought and she swallowed as she continued to explore the room.

Her vanity had been moved and set up by the bed while her chest was placed at the foot of the bed. She ran her head over the quilt folded over it before turning to the fireplace. Regina's mouth fell open when she took in the two large bookcases on either side of it. She knew Robin was well-read and intelligent but to see all the books he kept in his room…it was impressive and she fell for him a little more. Especially when she realized that he had cleared off several shelves for her to use, some of her books already placed on them.

She smiled, her nerves lessening even more as she took in the two wardrobes on the other side of the room before opening one of the two doors by them. It led to a tiny room that contained a porcelain bedpan in a wooden structure—what the Sherwoodians called a toilet—with a brass candlestick holder. She closed the door and moved to the next one.

It was the royal bath. A large porcelain tub sat in the middle of the room, with enough room for the both of them. It had a spigot, meaning they could fill up the bath without calling for servants to bring buckets up, and a small boiler sat in the corner to help them heat up the water. She had to admit it was quite advanced and marveled at the technology Sherwood seemed to be keeping to itself.

"Regina?" Robin's voice was soft but it still made her jump. She turned to find him standing by the fireplace, his green robe wrapped tightly around him. It was a familiar sight after all their nights spent talking on the balcony but this time, his nightshirt did not peek out from under the robe. Instead, she spotted a few blond curls from his chest. He was already nude.

He looked concerned, frowning as he approached her. "Regina, are you alright?"

"I'm fine," she said before amending: "Well, I may be a little nervous."

Robin pulled her into his arms and she gripped his robe as he confessed: "I am too. Do you want to wait?"

"Do you?"

"I'll be honest with you, Regina. I want nothing more than to take you to bed right now," he told her, that hunger back in his eyes.

She nodded, her fingers toying with the hair peeking from under his robe. "Then I suggest you do that. Because if we put this off, our nerves will only get worse."

"Wise words." His hands moved around her waist, untying her robe and removing it. Robin scooped her up, lying her on the bed. With a quick kiss, he held up a finger. "Wait one minute and then I'll be with you."

Regina watched as he removed his own robe and her mouth went dry. For the first time, she beheld her husband in all his glory. The muscles in his arms and chest were toned and hard, covered in blond hairs. A tattoo of a roaring lion against a black shield was on his right arm. She recognized his family's coat of arms after a month of seeing it around the palace and wondered if the other men in his family had one.

He started to douse the lights and she let her eyes wander lower, to his partially raised cock. She swallowed, wondering how something that long and thick was supposed to fit inside her. Catherine had assured her it would be fine but her mind just couldn't figure it out.

With only the fireplace to light the room, Robin climbed into bed and she scooted closer to him. "How…How do you think we begin?" she asked.

"Why don't we just kiss for now? See where it takes us?" He brushed his thumb over her lips.

She nodded. Kissing Robin was like breathing now. It was safe and she agreed a good place to start. So she placed a soft peck on his lips before she found herself pressed into the mattress, Robin halfway on top of her and kissing her with all the passion he had.

It only took her a few seconds to adjust before she was responding in kind. Her hands roamed his body, fingers grazing every muscle previously hidden from her by his clothes. Robin's knee found itself between her legs, hitching up her nightgown until her sex was rubbing against it. A few jolts of pleasure coursed through her and she felt herself grown wetter.

Robin's attention turned to her neck and she gasped at how good his lips felt against it. She ran her fingers through his blond hair as he sucked at one spot. Her eyes fluttered closed as she decided that this wasn't bad at all.

Her nightgown was now bunched under her arms, though, and growing very itchy. She broke the kiss. "Take it off," she told him.

"Gladly." He pulled the sheer material off her and tossed it aside. One of Robin's hands cupped her breast, warm against her skin, and he lowered her mouth to its mate. Regina gasped again as his tongue toyed with her nipple. This had been a very, very good decision.

Regina's exploration of his body had drifted lower, her fingers now brushing his cock. It twitched at her touch and she felt Robin shudder. He released her breast, eyes dark as he said: "Do that again."

She complied, brushing his cock again. Emboldened by his pleased reaction, she wrapped her fingers around it and began running them up and down his shaft. He moaned before taking her other breast into her mouth.

As his tongue teased her nipple, he hardened in her hands. She flicked her thumb over his tip, feeling the first drops leaking from it. Her breathing grew shallow as she whined: "Robin…"

"Sorry, lovely," he said after kissing her breast one last time. "I'm neglecting you."

"Hardly," she gasped. But his hand was trailing up her thigh, getting closer to where she was now aching. As his fingers grazed her clit, she gasped again and her hips bucked into his touch.

He kissed her shoulder. "There. Now, you're getting the proper attention."

Regina released his cock, her hand falling limp as the low thrum deep in her core burst to life. Every inch of her tingled and she enjoyed every moment of it.

"Are you ready?" he asked her, kissing the side of her head. "I won't enter until you tell me to."

She held her breath and nodded. "I think I'm ready, Robin. Go ahead."

He kissed her, his tongue sliding into her mouth as she felt his fingers fall away. They were placed with his tip pressing against her entrance and she moaned into his mouth. He slid into her slowly, stretching her as he filled her. It didn't hurt, so she knew he had prepared her properly—like Catherine had said.

Once he was inside her completely, he buried his face against her neck. "Gods, Regina, you feel so good," he said.

She didn't know how to respond, so she kissed his forehead. He began moving inside her and Regina's mind went blank. The pleasure she felt earlier was increasing, her body arching to meet Robin's every thrust. She didn't know how could she feel so much and not explode, wondering how much more she could take.

Regina's toes curled and she grasped the sheets with one hand, the other still cupping Robin's head as he panted against her neck. Something was about to snap inside her and she anticipated it, now certain it would be amazing.

But Robin stilled, groaning as something warm and wet filled her. Her own feelings of pleasure began to diminish and she tried to figure out what was going on. "Robin? Robin, is something wrong?"

"Shit," he moaned into her skin. "Shit, shit, shit."

Panic took over and she lifted his head to look at him. He refused to meet her eyes, no matter how hard she tried to get him to look at her. "Robin, what happened?"

"I'm sorry, Regina…I just couldn't stop it…and…well…I finished first."

"And you're apologizing for that?"

He nodded. "I wanted us to finish together. And now…well…"

She kissed his forehead. "You scared me. I thought it was something serious."

"How is your pleasure not serious?" He finally looked her in the eyes, regret in them now. "It is to me."

"I enjoyed that, Robin, I promise you. And maybe I did finish? I don't know," she mused, kissing him.

He collapsed next to her, burying his head under the pillow. "I've already failed you and we haven't been married a day!"

She rolled her eyes as she pulled the pillow off his head. "You haven't failed me. And I'm supposed to be the pessimist in this relationship, remember?"

When he didn't respond, she snuggled close to him. "Let's just get some sleep and see what happens in the morning. How's that?"

"That sounds good." Robin wrapped his arms around her, holding her close. He pressed a kiss to her forehead. "Good night, lovely."

"Good night," she whispered, letting the sound of his heartbeat lull her to sleep.

Regina wasn't certain which woke her up first—the sunlight falling across her face, the soft kisses being trailed along her arm, or her husband's hard cock pressed against her. She smiled, rolling over as she blinked her eyes open. "I guess I'll have to get use to that wakeup call."

"Kisses? Absolutely." Robin grinned before kissing her.

She shook her head though before reaching down, wrapping her fingers around his cock. "I meant that."

He grew sheepish. "Oh, right. Yes, I guess you do. Not that I'm expecting sex every morning, mind you…"

"I know," she said before laughing. "You're adorable when you're flustered."

Robin hummed before sitting up, letting his eyes rake over her body. She realized that he hadn't seen her naked the night before and she wondered what he thought of her now.

"Beautiful," he declared. He dropped a kiss between her breasts before trailing them down her stomach.

As he went lower, she frowned. "What are you doing?"

"Giving you what you were denied last night," he told her. "Your pleasure."

He winked at her before lowering his mouth to her clit, giving it a lick. She gasped, arching her back as the familiar tingle started up again. Regina grasped the sheets as he continued to lick and suck at her.

"Gods," she moaned, closing her eyes as her head hit the pillow behind her. "That feels amazing."

Robin didn't respond, instead teasing her entrance with his finger. It slid in easily and her toes curled as it brushed a spot inside her. "I don't know what that was, but touch it again," she told him.

He complied, adding a second finger as he brushed that spot over and over. She gasped and writhed, reaching that peak again. This time, though, it exploded and she saw stars as she shouted his name.

"See? You didn't finish last night," he said, lying flush against her. He kissed her shoulder. "How was that?"

"Amazing," she gasped.

He nuzzled her. "Are you wet enough for me? Do you need me to do anything else?"

"I think I'm fine," she said, guiding his hand there anyway. "But why don't you be certain?"

Robin nodded, kissing her. There was a tang on his tongue and she wondered if that was how she tasted before his fingers brushed her again. She moaned, her body shuddering at his touch.

"I think you're ready," he murmured, "but you give me the word and…"

"Just do it," she told him.

Like the night before, he slid into her slowly until he was buried to the hilt. This time, though, he rolled over until she was on top of him.

She gasped. "What are you doing?"

"Experimenting," he said, hands warm on her hip. "Let's see how this feels for us, hmm?"

Regina moved a few times, feeling his cock brush against her clit in a way it hadn't the night before. She smiled as she watched his eyes close, running her hands over his chest. "You like this?"

"Oh, yes." He sat up, kissing her.

She moaned, wrapping her arms around his neck. "Stay like that. I like how it feels."

Robin nodded, now also thrusting into her, before nipping at her ear. "Whatever you want, lovely."

They moved together, their moans and gasps mixing with the sound of flesh against flesh. Robin kissed every inch he could reach as he teased her nipple with his thumb. It sent a fire coursing through her and she knew she was going to go over again.

"Let go, lovely," he whispered, kissing her neck. "I've got you."

She nodded, body bucking as her orgasm peaked again. Robin let her ride it out, coming only moments later himself.

Panting, they held each other as they pressed their foreheads together. "Definitely better when we come together," he said.

"Definitely," she replied, kissing him.

Someone cleared their throat and Regina jumped, falling back onto the bed. Robin stayed sitting up, trying to block her from whoever had disturbed them. "What do you want, Keith?" he growled.

"The council sent me to retrieve your sheets," a smug voice said. "I didn't see them by the door."

"So you barged in on us?" Robin was tense and there was a hardness she had never heard before in his voice.

Whoever this Keith was chuckled. "I didn't barge in. You two were just too busy to notice."

Regina frowned. He had no qualms about watching as she and Robin…what kind of person was he?

"If you want the sheets, go wait out in our parlor. I'll toss it to you," Robin ordered.

She heard the door close as Robin hopped out of bed. He gave her a small smile. "I apologize, milady. Could you just sit up for me?"

"Of course," she said, moving so he could remove the top sheet. She watched as Robin stormed over to the door, opening it enough to toss the sheet out into the parlor.

"Happy? Now leave my rooms, Keith." He slammed the door before returning to bed.

Regina curled against him, making patterns on his chest with her finger. "Who was that?"

"Keith, son of the Duke of Nottingham. We've known each other since we were children. He's always been a pretentious, smug, entitled brat."

"Tell me how you really feel," she teased before kissing his chest. "Well, while I'm not thrilled someone was watching us, I guess it's a good thing."

Robin raised his eyebrow. "Oh? And why do you say that?"

"Because now no one can doubt that we consummated our marriage." She smiled at him and he laughed, kissing her.

A/N: This ended up being a behemoth of a chapter. It's almost 9,000 words! But Robin and Regina are married and I was not going to deny you the wedding night. Don't worry, this is the first of many smutty chapters to come.

I'll be going away on a work conference later this week, so there won't be a new chapter of the Dark Legacy. It'll go up next week instead, so the next chapter of Crown will be the week after that.

But I am updating The Nanny before I leave, so you'll have that.

-Mac