Regina expected Raveena to take the bait. It was usually so easy to placate her cute little sun - offer her a treat, pat her on the head and tell her what a good girl she was and things were usually swayed Regina’s way - but this… well… this wasn’t going Regina’s way at all. Oh no. Instead, her rebellious little light shunned physical contact and walked away from her as though she was the one that had been burned.
Oh no. Raveena was the one leaving; the one most burned right now was Regina.
❝You signed away being my student when you demanded to marry me, dear. I believe you threw some spectacular tantrums when you didn’t get your own way. What was it? Shattering my windows? Crumbling down the stone walls because I wouldn’t coddle you and bend to your every whim? It is not your magical ability or intelligence I am doubting, foolish girl, but your dedication to the title of wife. For a woman who was once so desperate to warm my bed, you are doing a spectacular job of avoiding that particular task at any chance you can, and are insisting to get as far away from me as possible so you can… what? Suckle up to your mother like a babe at breast?❞
Her voice was ice cold, any attempt at soothing Raveena over or bribing her now replaced with a cruel, icy bluntness that was more suited to the Evil Queen than the role of wife she had found herself falling into under Raveena’s care. She had opened herself up too much, become too reliant on Raveena’s presence, and the thought of her wife leaving had been enough for her to promise wonderful things in an attempt to keep her by her side.
Not anymore. If Raveena had no respect, then Regina was done tiptoeing around her, done trying to play at this idea of monogamy and happy families that so many enjoyed. She just wasn’t that person, and no matter how much she bent her personality to accommodate Raveena, it would never be enough, and any ideas of having any kind of romantic bond blew away as quickly as Raveena crossed over to the door. So much for trying.
❝Send the Huntsman in on your way out. He, at least, is adept at pleasing me.❞
Raveena was fine with everything Regina said--- it wasn’t different from the ordinary things Regina sprouted out in anger, in fact, it was what had Raveena pause as she listened; because this woman, the woman spewing insults, this was the woman she married. Although calling for the huntsman and insulting her for trying to avoid her wife’s bed was... well, it was true, and it made her angry enough to materialise in front of Regina, eyes glowing blue briefly before it returned to its natural hue.
❝ When I married you, ❞ she hissed, the tendons in her neck straining as she bent at waist level to look Regina in the eye, ❝ I had been prepared to marry a woman who would love me, who would dote on me--- and you have managed that wonderfully, my love. But in the bedroom? ❞ And perhaps she was insulting her wife here, but something needed to be said if their relationship, which was supposed to hinge on the physical, would survive.
❝ I want to go back to my kingdom because I am a Queen, because I have matters to attend to. I have been wife enough by taking care of your every need, and in turn I have asked for nothing but your affection, yet you take it too far. I married the Evil Queen. I married a woman who would fuck young men and women against a wall whilst their parents slept in the next room. I had envisioned a woman who would place her hand against my throat and--- ❞ she took a breath, pushing Regina further back into the chaise so she could climb atop her wife’s lap.
❝ In bed, you treat me as if I am fragile and I adore you for that. But I am not weak. I want things from you. I want... when I ask you to accompany me on frivolous things, it is because I want you to do unspeakable things to me. I want you to take me against the bark of a tree when we go on a picnic, I want you to push me down onto a bed of hay and have stableboys wonder where that sinful sound is coming from. I want you to come to this goddamned ball with me so your hand can be under my skirt as I sit amongst dignitaries who ask me why my face is flushed. And if you don’t want me to go, I want you to strip me naked and tie me down to the bed until I scream out in pleasure. ❞ And perhaps she had revealed far too much, but her chest was heaving and her wife was underneath all that concern for her fragile body; Raveena just had to bring her out.