I don't know. This just came to me and I thought it was too good to go wasted lol I just thought.. I mean "why not? this is gonna be fun!". Hope you like it, it's my first AU so... I don't know. I loved this prospective :) let me know if I should continue it or not!

«bring him here.» he said firmly, turning his back to his black knights. He had received the alert that someone had just irrupted in his castle and they would have paid, paid the price of breaking the law, of interrupting his peaceful day with their own life.
Good. I was getting bored. I really wanted to kill someone today. He thought to himself, picturing in his mind the thief's execution. Maybe burning him alive was the right punishment , or maybe he just needed to shot an arrow right into his heart until he could see the purest pain shining in his eyes while life was leaving his body...
«the prisoner, your majesty.» a male voice interrupted The Evil King's thoughts. He looked at him, then at the stranger with the hood covering his head and smiled.
«show your face.» he ordered but the prisoner didn't move. He was so thin, he could hardly believe it was a man. Maybe a boy, a young, idiotic boy. God, he couldn't wait to kill him.
«thank you, Fredrick, you can leave us alone. I'll take care of the thief on my own.» he wickedly smiled at his knight who literally disappeared in less than twenty seconds behind the door. The King started walking in circles while talking with the stranger who hadn't showed his face yet.
«you know who I am, thief?»
The hooded figure slowly nodded.
«yeah, I'm sure you've heard many stories about the great and terrible Evil King.» he was behind the outlaw now, his eyes exploring the young body. «you know what I do to people who break the law, don't you? They have to pay for what they've done.» his voice got lower and lower, making shivers run through the stranger's back. «and you know I'm about to kill you. So would you please at least tell me your name so I can know who I killed, exactly?»
The thief shook his head and that was enough to make the smile disappear from the king's face and substitute it with a pissed off expression that could almost talk. He wasn't exactly famous for his patience.
«I'm so tired of your stubbornness, peasant.» he was behind him, body against body. His hand closed firmly around the hood and teared it down with violence while yelling once more: «show your face!» the stranger fell on the knees, long, curly and dark hair escaped from the hood and covered her beautiful face until she felt someone grabbing her arm, forcing her to turn to face the man.
«you're... A girl?» he was... Shocked?
«a woman.» No. Struck was the right word. That girl... That woman was the most beautiful one he had ever seen in ages. And he literally could have every woman he desired. She was there, on the floor, brown eyes full of tears that she refused to let fall, her beautiful, red lips that looked anything but soft and warm; her oliver skin, her dark hair... God, he swore he never saw something or someone that beautiful.
«I'm ready to pay with my own life, your majesty, if that's what you want.» the girl said firmly, head high, trying to stand up on her feet again. He was about to give her a hand to help but he had to keep in mind that he was the king, the Evil King, that he couldn't lower his protection walls just for two magnetic eyes and incredibly inviting lips.
He cleared his throat and passed his fingers through his blond hair.
«what's your name and why were you stealing from me?»
«Regina. Regina Mills.» she whispered shyly, looking down, expecting him to do some comments on her name meaning "queen", something much farther from what she truly was.
Instead he smiled, he sincerely smiled and rolled a lock of her hair around his fingers:
«what brings you here, Regina?» she blushed heavily as her name rolled off his tongue. My god, it sounded incredibly amazing coming from his voice, from that mouth that Regina couldn't help but stare constantly, never missing a move.
«my life, your majesty. My family is poor, I'm just a miller's daughter, we could barely sleep under a roof. It's been three days since we ate a slice of bread. My dad is sick and I...» a tear managed to escape from her eyes, from her control, running down her cheek quickly «I can't lose him.» it was the first of many cause she was about to burst into a sigh and he knew that:
«don't do that.» he said firmly, calmly. He didn't shout, it was just an order. Almost a pray. Regina looked at him confused. «don't cry. It makes me feel... So damn human.» he had to give her his back to not get lost into those eyes that could talk for hours, telling him stories about her, her situation, her past and her present, even her hopes for the future. She looked down and wiped her tears away as quickly as she could:
«I'm sorry.»
The King turned again and got closer, oh, so dangerously closer to her face.
«where do you live?» his breathe was tickling her cheeks she could feel the taste of mint and whiskey. It made her feel alive, she wanted to push herself off the limits, she wanted to cross the dangerous line and slam her lips against his but she had to remember that he was a king and she was... Just a miller's daughter.
«in Sherwood.» she murmured. The king wrenched his lips at the thought of how poor that place was; he remembered he had been visiting it a few times. How the hell couldn't he notice someone so beautiful between that misery?
«you certainly don't want to come back there, do you?» he smiled and started to play again with her hair, making her feel incredibly uncomfortable, like a fish out of water.
«of course I do! My parents are still there. I love them with all my heart, I wouldn't leave them for anything in this world.»
«not even if I say I can save your father?» he gave her a wicked, still enjoyed look. Regina could swear her heart was skipping several beats and she wasn't sure if it was because of the thing he had just said or for his proximity to her body that was making her feel things that she wasn't even able to pronounce.
«what do you mean? You can... You can save him?»
«of course I can.» he smiled once again and pulled away. Regina could finally catch a breathe that didn't taste of whiskey and mint and she couldn't tell if it was good or bad, cause she missed it. She missed his proximity. «you see, as you may have heard... I have the gift of magic. I am the most powerful wizard in this and any other worlds. I am also known as... The Dark One.»
Regina gasped and instinctively took a step back. She've heard a lot about this wizard, about how powerful he was, how wicked he was. She've heard that he had killed so many people to get what he wanted and she also knew he was famous for how quickly he could get women in his bed and push them out the day after. This last thought made her blush more than she wished to. He smiled at her reaction:
«don't be scared. My magic can be so good if I want it to...» he said that with a low, deep tone that could penetrate her head and stick in there forever while he walked towards her again. It was like a prison, she was stuck there, her feet couldn't leave the ground to take steps back, and he wasn't going to let her go. His breathe on her neck, his lips curled in that smile and his eyes, god, the most beautiful blue eyes she had ever seen in her whole life, buried in hers.
God, can he just stop?
«I can heal your father with my magic, Regina.» he continued «but, you know: all my magic comes with a price.»
«But I have nothing... What could you want from a miller's daughter?» she looked down, feeling her cheeks burning red.
«oh, Regina...» he whispered taking her chin between two fingers, lifting her head up. She met his gaze again and felt her legs melting completely. She hated it, she hated the effect he had on her. She had heard of how handsome the king was, she had heard girls in town fantasising, describing his beauty but... My god, she never thought he could be that handsome. «you have no idea what you're saying. You have... A lot, actually.» the king took a step forward as she took one back. He was guiding her somewhere, somewhere she didn't know but she didn't care, she was lost in his eyes, in his fingers still on her chin, on her skin. She could feel it burning under his touch, she could hear her head -or maybe somewhere lower- begging for more.
What the hell is going on with you, Regina? Stop that! How can you even think about something like that? He's dangerous. Handsome and sexy as hell, but dangerous.
Her back slammed against the cold wall and that pulled away once more from her thoughts. Damn, she was in trap. In the sexiest, most exciting trap she'd ever been in.
«...and, my god Regina, I want it. I want it all.» he almost groaned in her ear. A hot shiver shook her body completely and she had to bit her bottom lip hard to not moan back. She could almost feel his lips on her skin, god damn it, she would have begged to have them, but something was stopping her, something that the king was trying hard to tear apart. «be mine. Stay here, in this castle. Forever.» his body against hers was driving her crazy, she could barely keep her eyes opened but she widened them as those words came out of his mouth:
«as... As your slave?» she asked worried
He seemed to hold back a laugh: «no, Regina. As my submissive.»
She looked confused. In the twenty one years of her life she never heard that term but it didn't sound good at all.
«I don't think I understand...»
He smiled, leaning his face a little and in that exact moment he looked like a baby to her. A cute baby who only wanted someone to play with.
He waved his hand and a cloud of purple smoke generate a long piece of paper right into his left hand.
«being my submissive means pleasuring me whenever I want. Means experimenting whatever I like.»
what?! Was he crazy? Seriously, what was wrong with him? If he really thought she was going to accept such a thing he was completely crazy. Completely. She would have been his personal... slut.
But... That would have meant... Having him. Having him in the most intimate of ways, having him in the only way she wanted to in that exact moment. Is she was going to accept that... She wouldn't have needed any protection walls around her, any stopping signals. She would have been free of kissing him, of feeling his lips, his body, his breathe against her. In that moment it was everything she wanted, but what about the future? He had been clear, he meant forever. And forever was a very long time.
She looked right into his eyes, then at the contract he was holding between the fingers that only seconds before had touched her, then looked at him again. She wasn't sure yet but looking at the contract and studying it would have been a nice start to make a decision. She shyly took it away from him and, before she could start reading it, he interrupted her:
«take your time to think about that, Regina. It's a big thing and it is forever. In there are written all the details, everything you'll have to do if you accept. I know it will be hard to understand, but I promise you» she buried his ocean blue eyes in hers once again, firmly, like he wanted to stay like that forever «I promise you, Regina, I wouldn't do anything that could possibly hurt you.» neither a trace of irony was there in his voice, he was completely honest and she could feel it deep in her heart. The irrational part of her, the one governed by her feelings, her needs and her desires, would have immediately firmed that god damn contract and wrapped her arms firmly around his neck. But the rational part was listening to him, so she decided to think about it.
«go home now, take your time. I'll be waiting for you here.» that wicked smirk again. «just call me when you made a decision.»
«how?»
He got closer and whispered in her ear so low, so slowly that he made her eyes fell shut: «say my name.» she felt a cloud of magic smoke surrounding her and when she opened her eyes again she was in her room. Alone.