AN: This is my first ever fic so I hope you like it, please leave me a review so my writing can improve. If there are any errors please let me know so I can fix them. Hopefully this will be a multi-chapter fic :)


Killian stood looking out at the castle; this was to be his most ambitious plan yet. The crew where defiantly not happy with his latest scheme but if he could pull it off the rewards far outweighed the risks. The prince had already given him a handsome deposit, now all he had to do was get the swan girl to him. "Are you sure this is a good idea Captain?" asked Smee, "Of course I am Smee, it will all go as planned" replied Killian. How hard could it be to get one little princess out of a castle? Who knows he might even be able to have a little fun while he was at it.

Emma winced slightly as her handmaiden Lucy pulled the satin ribbons of her dresses corset, it might restrict her breathing but even she had to admit her figure looked striking. The dress was a pale blue with beautiful swirling trails of silver thread accenting the top and bottom of the corset, the skirt was made up of dozens of layers of chiffon that moved as if they had a mind of their own, twirling and spinning as she moved.

Tonight was her parent wedding anniversary, which meant there was to be a huge feast followed by the most lavish ball the kingdom had ever seen. Even though Emma was not a huge lover of balls she had decided to but on a brave face, after all it was a special occasion. "Will that be all Ma'am?" inquired Lucy "I could but your hair up for you?" Emma laughed gently "Lucy you know I hate having my hair up, it makes me look too much like a princess". "Please Ma'am, it is your parent's anniversary after all and all the eligible bachelors in the kingdom shall be here" Emma went over to the mirror and looked at the waves of her golden hair, as much as she hated having it up if it would make her parents happy how could she refuse? "Very well then" she smiled at her handmaiden "but we best hurry or we shall be late".

After Lucy was done fixing her hair she left to go and oversee the preparation of the feast promising to return, when it was time for Emma's grand entrance. Emma lifted her skirts and walked over to her wardrobe, it was however in essence a room of its own. On one of the enormous walls lay her ball gowns, on another her riding and practical clothes, opposite those were a whole wall of shelves bedecked with shoes for all occasion. The wall she favored however was the one that housed her jewellery because each piece contained a weapon.

This was something charming had insisted on, originally he wanted Emma to carry a sword but Snow pointed out that that may scare some of the lords and other ladies. So this compromise was made. There was every weapon a girl could want; necklaces with large gems that were really vials of poison, daggers you could conceal with a thigh sheath, in the skirts of your dress or in cleavage, hair pins you could use as throwing darts and rings that had hidden spikes making a punch have a much greater sting. She selected a few favourites, a vile of poison disguised as a huge sapphire, fitted several daggers into her thigh sheaths one in the gap between her chest and her dress some rings and a bracelet that concealed enough knock out powder to fell a giant (or just a lot of men if mixed into their drinks). "Emma?" Lucy looked in through the door "Good grief Emma you're in your own castle surrounded by your own guards what could possibly go wrong?"