The Life of a King was thought to be good. For King Killian of Elayrith was everything a King should be. Noble, intelligent and cared for his people. He was beloved by them and his kingdom was prosperous. But he had no heir. His Queen, Milah, had not produced a child. She gave birth to several stillborn infants and the physician's determined that she would not be able to produce a healthy child. This caused a strain on their once loving relationship. Milah became distant and cold. They never slept together and he took to taking mistresses. While having a woman did bring him some pleasure, it did not solve the face that he didn't have an heir to succeed him. It also did not solve that he did not have a Queen who loved him. He had no companion. Still, now wasn't the time to be worrying of this. His sister, Princess Ruby had gotten married to Lord Victor Whale. There would be a feast in her honor as she would be leaving with her new husband to live on his estate farther down the coast. Killian sat, dressed in royal blue robes, magnificent rings dressing his hands. On his right, was his sister, dressed in a long pink gown, her dark hair pinned into a long braid and a glittering tiara decorating her head. The festivities were outside. It was a beautiful day. The dancers were frolicking about, lords were dancing with their giggling ladies.

Queen Milah was the last to arrive. Her long, dark hair hung loose around her shoulders and she wore a brilliant, emerald green dress that brought out the beauty of her eyes. Her ladies followed behind her. One girl, he had not seen before, caught his eye instantly. The sun shone onto her golden tresses making it seem as if she were glowing like goddess, dressed in a simple blue dress. Her eyes kept down.

"That's Emma Swan." Ruby whispered, chin resting on her brother's shoulder. "She's your wife's new lady. And before you even think about trying to bed her... She is extremely loyal to our... lovely Queen." Killian looked to his sister, brow arching and with a smirk, as if accepting the challenge, before standing up to greet his wife, with a brief peck. As his wife took her seat, he couldn't help but to admire this Swan girl. She had a slim figure, with full breasts that were pushed up from the corseted dress. Her eyes, were a mesmerizing green, and her face was framed by delicate cheekbones. She sat directly next to Milah and as they made small talk she had a smile that could seduce a God.

"This feast is in Honor of my dear sister, Princess Ruby. To celebrate her marriage to her noble husband," Killian began, standing up to address his court. "Whilst we are quite sad to lose her in our court, she and her husband will always be welcome here." He continued, taking Ruby's hand and raising it. "May she have a wonderful marriage, and bear many sons." The crowd cheered. Ruby nodded her head and smiling at her brother. With that, Killian dismissed his court to frolic and socialize. Milah allowed her ladies to do so as well and Killian's eyes followed Emma at every turn.

"Can you at least try not to look as if you're drooling over my lady?" Milah scowled, tucking a long curl behind her ear. Killian sighed, and scratched his beard.

"Madam, may you try and remember that you are speaking to the king? I may do whatever I please." Milah's eyes burned.

"Well, do remember, my King, that whilst you may bed as many whores as you like, I am still the queen. So, I may also do as I like." She growled as she stomped away from the crowds. Killian rose and made his way towards Emma, trying to casually engage with her. He quickly made his way right behind her as she was about to turn, forcing her to bump into him. Turning around quickly, and realizing who it was she promptly bowed her head and curtsied.

"I be your pardon, Your Majesty."

"The fault is mine, milady." Killian purred taking her hand in his and placing a kiss upon it. She was even more stunning up close. "I don't believe we've met."

"My name is Emma. Emma Swan." She said, curtseying once more.

"Would you care to dance, Miss Swan?" he said, offering his hand. Emma blushed. It was not unusual for the King to socialize with other women at events such as this. She had heard of the King's flirtatious manner, and thought nothing of it.

"I'm really not very good."

"Well, lucky for you, there is only one rule: Pick a partner who knows what he's doing." Killian smiled, taking an uncertain Emma, and leading her to where the others where dancing to the music being played. He led her around, gently, gliding across the floor. All eyes were on them. Admiring the beauty that had caught the attention of the King.

Finally, the music has stopped, the other dancers had stopped, whilst Killian still held Emma close, both staring into each others eyes. Her eyes were the first to break the lock that his held upon her own, as she looked over to where the other ladies were following the queen back into the castle.

"If you'll excuse me, sir. I must tend to the Queen." Emma said, bowing her head gracefully before returning to the other ladies. He watched her walk off. There was something truly intoxicating about her. He wanted her. But the way he wanted her was in a different way than he wanted his usual mistresses. He couldn't explain it. He felt the same rush in his heart as he did when he and Milah were first introduced. The same spark.

Later that evening, Killian called upon his servant, Smee, to fetch Emma and bring her to his chambers. He heard a faint knock on the wooden door leading into his rooms.

"Enter." Killian said as Smee came in followed by Emma.

"Your Majesty."

"That will be all, Smee." Killian said, walking over to Emma. Her golden hair was pinned up, exposing her elegant neck that he longed to press with kisses.

"Your Majesty. To what to I owe this pleasure?"

"I am so very captivated by you, Swan." Emma froze, looking a little shocked. He moved closer to her, his hand cupping her chin. "You have no idea how intoxicating you are. I would like nothing more than to have you in my bed. To know you."

"Your Majesty. Your Queen is my mistress. It would be dishonorable for me to betray her in such a way."

"It's been a year since I've even slept in the same bed as Milah. While she bears the title of my wife, the word is hollow. She has grown depressed, and shuns me. I crave a companion to love and adore."

"I am sorry for that. But as long as she is your wife, I cannot be with you. It would dishonor my family and myself for me to give my innocence up to a married man, especially when you're married to the woman I serve. And.."

"And? And what?"

"I cannot share my love with a man who does not have my heart." Killian thought on this. She wished for him to prove his feelings for her. He could do that. He was a natural romantic. And he was not about to let her slip away from him.

"I promise you, Emma. When I win your heart, and I will win it, it will not be because of simple lust. I will show you, Emma." He whispers. Emma looks up into his eyes. She sees sincerity. Integrity. She has no idea how to react when her heart is beating out of her chest and she cannot understand theses feelings she has for him. Nodding, she departs from his chamber.

"I need a queen, Sister." Killian spoke, sitting across from his sister. After the meeting with Emma, he had felt the need for advice from someone he truly trusted. Ruby would be leaving tomorrow to join her husband at her new home and he had to speak to her tonight.

"You have a queen."

"I need a queen who actually wants to be married to me. Who is able to produce and heir and who is able to love me."

"Yes, I agree. Milah has been despondent for far too long." Ruby admitted. The two women never got along very well, and Ruby resented the fact that Milah refused to even attempt to reconcile with her brother, the one she owed the title of Queen to, yet she still walked around, nose in the air like it was her birthright. "But Milah will never give you up willingly, Killian. That would mean she would no longer be Queen."

"What do you suggest I do? I am lost, Ruby. I've no idea how to handle this. I cannot be the last of our line and I cannot stand to be with Milah any longer." Killian, pleaded. His sister had a thoughtful look upon her beautiful face. Her lips pursed in thought and the twirled a brunette lock upon her finger.

"Send her away. Temporarily for now. Send her away, and make Emma the object of your affections. Make the court love her. It shouldn't be hard, when you compare her to Milah. Then bring her home. Make her realize that she isn't your queen anymore. Then, she will renounce your marriage."

"I cannot end my marriage without her consent." He said, pondering his sister's plan.

"You are brilliant, my sister." Killian beamed at her. She shrugged, a smirk upon her face.

A/N. Another story, yay! This randomly popped into my head, and I have a good storyline for it. Somewhat inspired by Henry VIII and Anne Boleyn, if you've seen the Tudors you may see similarities, but this a different little twist. I'm a history nerd, so this kind of thing appealed to me. So, please review!