''A heart full of love''

What I'd do without you?

King Leopold hissed in a terribly angry and unroyal manner a series of expletives as he stood up before Regina. In a hurry, he started to pull his clothes back on, his movements were harsh and he seemed obviously annoyed, murmuring all the while something about how long he had to wait to finally have the possibility of satisfying his urge and how all of this was now ruined.

Regina was incredulous; the tears that stung her eyes forbade her from seeing clearly what was happening in front of her. It is only when her blurry vision focused on the King’s fully dressed form that realization dawned upon her, relief washing down her figure as she started to breathe in a more normal way. However, even the sudden rush of relaxation coursing through her veins couldn’t stop her eyes from watering and the salty liquid to rush down her cheeks. All of this had been too much, the inner tempest of emotions inside of her was nerve wrecking and she couldn’t take it anymore.

As he left the room, Leopold turned around and with a raspy, yet commanding, voice and hungry eyes he murmured to his new toy to wait for him in this very same spot, naked, and that she wasn’t to dress herself without his consent –which he obviously didn’t accord her. Her mind fogged with the recent turn of event and too busy to actually understand a single of his word, she nodded. She would have time to think about that statement later.

As soon as Robin saw Leopold leaving Regina's room, he wasted no more time and walked inside only to find a truly heartbreaking scene playing before his eyes. A small figure, Regina he noted, was sobbing erratically, her knees tucked under her chin and her arms securely hugging her legs as her naked body racked back and forth on the bed. Robin took a moment to register everything. She looked so minuscule in the large bed, her frail features shaken by violent emotions and God she was naked! He hadn’t been quick enough and thus Leopold had had his way with her. The fucking bastard had raped her! 

In a few long strides he closed the distance between the door and the bed, having one thought in mind, comforting her, but as he was close to place his arms around her he stopped. 

What if now she was afraid of him too? What if that bastard had done too much damage to her sweet soul? 

Regina opened her eyes slowly and looked at him, staring deep into his blue orbs. For some weird reason, it was like she knew exactly what he was thinking.

“Hold me.” She urged her voice quiet as a whisper, but still was loud enough for him to hear. 

Robin let out a breath, he did not know he was holding and instantly wrapped his arms around her and pulled her tightly into his strong unwavering embrace. He was holding her as if his life depended on it, caressing her bare back with the tip of his fingers and pressing kisses to her hair. He whispered, his lips pressed on the top of her head, how much, for the first time in his life, he wanted to perpetrate the act of murder, how much he wished he could help her more, how he would simply love to save her from the clutches of this wretched King and as much as Regina tried to focus on his words, as much as she tried to assimilate everything he was saying, she simply couldn’t. Her mind was still in shock and she desperately tried to calm her sobs into melting further more into the warm embrace of Robin.

With her eyes fixed on an invisible spot across the room she whimpered “I’m cold…” as she gripped his waist in a stronger hold. 

Robin reacted before she could finish her sentence and covered her naked shaking body with a soft and heavy blanket. As much as he would love to keep admiring her naked form, this was definitely the worst of times to have such inappropriate thoughts. But loyal to his man condition, he wanted that woman and he had her naked in his arms and he just couldn’t help it. 

And so for her sake, he remained strong and acted as a proper gentleman, his hands only wandering as far as her back, the silky locks of her hair and nowhere else.