The castle is even more magical than usual. A young man with a devilish look awaits at the altar, surrounded by the family and friends of his future wife. He has learned to accept how complicated her family are. He has accepted that this is her day and that on this day she will truly feel like a princess. He gazes out at the rows and rows of guests from all over the kingdom. A part of him wishes they had wed when they were still in Storybrooke, for then the ceremony would be smaller. The doors open, and the violins start playing softly. Their beautiful daughter walks down the aisle, throwing white rose petals behind her. Then her beautiful mother, linked arms with her father, appears at the doors. The guests, already in their feet make "aww" sounds as they take in his bride, the woman who he loves every part of. She is dressed in a crème dress, that falls in ruffles ti her feet. Her father looks incredibly proud, and why shouldn't he be? He thinks to himself, he has the most perfect woman as a daughter. As she gets closer, his heart rate increases, which he finds surprising as he is pretty sure it has exceeded any natural speed. She reaches the altar, and he puts his hand out for her.
"Swan" Is all he manages to whisper. She smiles her breath taking smile and gives his hand a squeeze. He fights off the urge to kiss her on the spot, he needs to wait until she becomes Mrs Killian Jones.
"After today you can't call me that" She says. He sees that she is wearing The Jolly Rodger pendant on her neck and grins deeply. The vicar begins the ceremony but he cannot hear him. All he can see is her eyes. All he can feel is his heart and hers, beating in perfect harmony.