Having an affair with your brother's girlfriend was very, very wrong, but... you couldn't help it. You were much better than him in everything: in how you treated Regina, in how you cared about her well-being. You would never abandon Regina, not for anything in the world.

Growing up, you and your half-brother never had a good relationship. In the Enchanted Forest, you were a not-so-important princess, and your brother, well... he was Robin Hood. Saying you two weren't close was an understatement-you didn't even know if his eyes were blue or green, and honestly, you didn't care.

Starting an affair with Regina wasn't exactly a form of revenge, but you couldn't help feeling good knowing he might suffer because of it. You only started getting close to her in Storybrooke, and surprisingly, you both knew how to hide your affair very well.

You were always careful, after all. No lingering looks lasted longer than necessary, and when there were touches in public, they were brief, almost imperceptible. Regina, being just as controlled as you, kept up appearances flawlessly.

But at night... At night, it was different. When you were alone, the masks fell away. The intensity of Regina's desire was palpable, almost as strong as yours. In her arms, you weren't the irrelevant princess or the forsaken sister. You were everything.

It was in those moments when the world seemed distant, when the only thing that mattered was the warmth of her lips against yours, that you allowed yourself to forget about Robin and the guilt you were supposed to feel but didn't. There was something dangerous about the way Regina whispered your name in the darkness, as if the simple sound of your voice could make time stop.

It was already night, Regina was lying next to you, your bodies pressed together as her face was buried in your neck, gently kissing you every now and then. Her phone rang, making her sigh in frustration and pull away from you to answer it.

"It's your brother…”