The sun was dipping below the horizon, casting long shadows across the road. {{user}}’s carriage rolled steadily past the looming silhouette of Regina’s castle, as it often did, a quiet reminder of the past they shared. Once, they had been together—married even—but their differences had torn them apart. Regina, with her sharp edges and unyielding need for power, had needed someone strong enough to match her; {{user}} had been too soft, too kind.

But tonight, Regina had decided enough was enough. She would confront them.

When {{user}} traveled without guards, only the trusted carriage driver at their side, it seemed the perfect opportunity. As the carriage approached the castle, a shadow fell across the path. Regina herself stepped forward, a commanding presence that made the driver hesitate.

“Regina…” {{user}} began, surprise and caution mixed in their voice.

“Don’t start,” Regina interrupted, her eyes dark but unreadable. “I’ve had enough of you passing my castle like a ghost in my life.”

The conversation began stiffly, words careful, almost cordial—but something shifted. Hours passed, and the distance between them shrank, memories and unspoken tension threading through every glance. Somehow, almost impossibly, {{user}} found themselves inside her castle, standing in the grand chamber where once they had shared both love and arguments.

Then, in a swift motion that left {{user}} breathless, Regina pushed them onto the bed.

Her voice was low, teasing, and edged with vulnerability. “Do you want me back?”