Chapter 11

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Regina's POV

As we walked into the palace I could see the amazement on Emma's face. She looks like an excited child the way her eyes were beaming with joy. "I see you're enjoying the interior." I smile. "Even though I live in a huge temple it's nothing compared to a palace. This place kinda reminds me of home. My true home with my mom and dad." Emma sighs. Seeing the pain on Emma's face always hurts me.

Sometimes I truly don't think about how she used to be a princess like me. How if it wasn't for her powers she'd be a Senator. Emma's childhood was stripped away and I can't help but feel guilty. Even though it wasn't my choice to leave I still felt her all alone. "Hey if you think the interior is beautiful then you're going to be speechless when you see the backfield," I say excitedly trying to cheer her up. "Well let's see it then." Emma smiles. "Ok after we get our stuff settled we can have a picnic," I say.

"Sounds like an excellent idea."

I walk out to the field to see Emma already laying in the grass with her eyes closed. Just enjoying the sun as it reflects off her prepossessing skin. "How are you just laying in the grass like that?" I ask laying out the cloth for us to sit on. "I've spent days on end in cold water and mud in battle. This grass is a pleasure to lay in." Emma says rubbing herself on the grass. "Emma stop you're going to get your robe and tunic dirty." I giggle."So, I have no one from the Order to berate so I can do as I please." She smirks and continues to rub into the grass. "Come dumb-dumb get on the cloth." I chuckle.

We eat our food and tell jokes to each other. I had no idea that Emma was this funny. She's a real jokester, it doesn't matter what I say she'll find a way to make a witty joke out of it. As we calm down from our laughing fit. I look at Emma and start to think. "Hey, Emma do you still want to be a senator or a politician?" I ask curiously. "Yeah of course I would if it was possible. You fail to remember that's what my parents were training me to be before I was taken away." Emma says, staring at the sky. "I still remember it's just that thoughts change and I was just wondering if you still think about it," I explain.

"Of course I still think about it. I hate the political system we're in now. Democracy has shown time and time again that it isn't working. The democratic process has been corrupt for a long time now and it needs to change. I believe we need a strong ruler with advisors to help him. Then when everything is good we'll transition back into democracy slowly." Emma explains. "So you want a dictatorship." I scoff. "I want change and if it means that then I guess that's what has to happen for the time being. But I do know with the right judgment our strong ruler will be amazing." Emma says confidently.

"Good luck finding the right person for the job," I say with some sass. "I know the right person for the job," Emma smirks. As I look at her beautiful face I see her lips staring at me. Their plumpness and insatiable looks taunt me as she licks them. Emma brings her hand to my face and caresses my cheek. Her face inches closer to mine as I feel a cool breeze on my lips from her breathing. Without hesitation, I close the small distance between us and kiss her. Our lips connected like a perfect puzzle piece. The feeling of her lips is breathtaking.

As we start to make out I start to feel guilty. Guilty of what you may ask. The guilty feeling that I'm ruining her life. The longer we make out the more guilt piles on top of me like a ton of cement. She started to move her hand up my dress and I knew I had to stop it there. "Stop Emma," I say grabbing her hand. "I'm sorry I should've asked." Says Emma apologizing. "It's not that it's just that we...we can't do this," I say getting up with tears in my eyes. "Regina, what's wrong?" Emma asks with concern. "I- I have to go to my quarter please don't disturb me," I say teleporting away before I could let Emma say anything else. As soon as I see my bed I immediately collapse on it and start crying.

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