A Curse and a Trophy Husband | Regina and James
Regina Mills was bored and lonely. It had only been a few years since she cast the curse. Was it two, three, four? She was beginning to lose track of the time. She hated that she herself was getting lost in the haze of the curse.
The Huntsman…or Sheriff Graham, as she supposed she could call him now, wasn’t enough. He willingly came to her, but he could never feel, so there was never much passion. Not that Madam Mayor was in love with him, either. It would’ve been nice to have someone care, though.
She thought of available people in town who might grow to care for her. Citizens of Storybrooke who actually had their hearts. While most had their hearts in their chests, she could think of no one who might be interested. No one in town at least. She thought of Prince Charming, and if he weren’t in a coma, she’d pick him because it would be perfect revenge against Snow White.
Then she thought of another. Prince James, thought to be dead but kept in the asylum all these years. He was handsome and cunning and he might be willing to play this game.