"Mirror mirror on the wall," the valet began in a hushed tone, summoning the former genie. "You must do something about my daughter."

Appearing in the reflective surface with a swirl of magic, the man replied, "How can I be of service?"

"I need you to summon…her," came the father's response, internally debating whether or not he was making the right decision.

"Are you sure you wish to do this," questioned the apparition. The mirror recalled when he had first shown the elderly man the image of his daughter's supposed 'True Love'.

It had been around the time Tinker Bell took on Regina's case for happiness, and Prince Henry had decided to do some investigating of his own. Imagine his disappointment when he found out from the mirror that his daughter's True Love was centuries from being born, and was to grow up in another realm.

"If you care for my daughter at all," demanded the man. "You will do what I ask."

The mirror nodded in resignation, "As you wish," and a trail of purple smoke oozed from the mirror's surface, swirling up from the ground, and then disappeared, leaving behind the form of a young blonde woman.

The woman groaned in confusion as the father took in the sight of her with hope in his eyes. "You are her."

Taking in her new surroundings, the woman's eyes widened in shock. She recalled being in the same room before, back when she and Hook had fallen through Zelena's time portal and the Evil Queen captured her.

"This is the Evil Queen's castle," Emma spoke warily, still unable to wrap her head around how she managed to arrive there yet again. "But…how?"

"By magic, my dear," the man responded, taking the savior's hand in his own. "And you are the one to finally bring the queen happiness."

Now Emma was truly taken aback. Sure she was supposed to be the one to bring back all the happy endings, but somehow this felt like more than just that.

"And how do you suppose I do that?"

"By marrying my daughter, of course," explained the prince with a beaming smile.

Emma's jaw dropped to the floor at the man's statement. Of course she had feelings for the brunette, she'd had them ever since she first met the woman, but to actually marry her?

The blonde remembered hearing from her mother of Regina's forced marriage to King Leopold, and feared that she'd face the same fate from the queen if she were forced into a marriage with her.

"I-I don't know it that's a good idea. Regina kinda hates me," confessed the blonde. Her confession did nothing to change the man's mind from his decision, only convincing him further that this was the best idea to gain his daughter's happiness.

"So you already know of my daughter in the future. Well, this shall be easier than I thought." Once again Emma was rendered speechless by the man as he ordered the guards to summon his daughter and fetch someone to grab a change of clothing for the blonde.

Twenty minutes later Emma's body was squeezed into an emerald green dress, similar in style to the one she had worn to Midas' ball, and had her hair tied up in an elaborate up do.

Knowing she had no way of returning back to her own time, Emma decided to play along with the man's plan of setting her up with his daughter.

The blonde wondered what had possessed him into choosing her specifically for the task, but her thoughts were interrupted when the queen, adorned in an all black dress, barged into the room fuming.

"What is this, Daddy? Don't you know I'm busy trying to find a way to mount Snow's head on a wall," announced the queen, unsatisfied by the interruption.

"I wouldn't have called you here if it weren't important, dear. I have someone I'd like you to meet," he said, guiding Emma by the arm towards his daughter. Regina glanced the blonde up and down then met her father's gaze with a scowl.

"Don't you think I have enough kitchen maids? If you wanted to get me a worthwhile gift, you should have brought me Snow White's heart."

"Is this really how you want to spend the day? Perhaps it's time to give up this obsession for revenge and move on," offered the valet.

"I will never give up," the queen retorted, seemingly desperate. "Not until Snow White's heart is in one of these boxes."

Emma sensed the woman's distress and felt guilty for being present, knowing that her Regina wouldn't want her to see her in such a state.

"I know you loved Daniel," sighed the woman's father. "But he'd want you to move on and be happy." The mention of the brunette's previous lover seemed to soften her hardened exterior. The queen herself sighed in resignation and met her father's gaze with tear-filled eyes.

"I just want to be happy, Daddy." The man opened his arms wide and engulfed his daughter in a warm embrace. Rubbing soothing circles on her back, he whispered, "I know. And you will be."

Pulling back from the hug, the queen furrowed her brows in confusion. "How can you be so sure?"

Unable to contain his knowing smile, Prince Henry met Emma's eyes. "Because this woman right here is your True Love," he revealed.

"WHAT?" both Emma and Regina's replied in unison, their eyes bulging from their skulls.

Ignoring their incredulous looks, the man smiled and exclaimed, "Happy birthday, my dear!"