A.N - This my first Captain Swan story - it's actually my first OUAT story- so im just playing around with the caracters and depeding on feedback this will hopefully be a multi chapter story. I've read so many good Captain Swan fics and it really inspired me to write this.
Also, if anyone likes this start I'm looking for a beta to help me, so please PM me if you have any questions. Anyway, enjoy!
Disclaimer - This woderful world which is OUAT sadly does not belong to me
Of Pirates and Princesses - Chapter 1
Princess Emma hated balls. She hated everything about them from the grande outfits, to the dancing and worst of all suitors. And that factor was defiantly a problem tonight. This was her 21st birthday ball and her parents had invited all the young Nobel men, in hope that their daughter would take a liking to one. Her parents were Snow White and Prince Charming, true love's who found love outside of a ballroom, why didn't she get that chance?
"Emma, sweetheart." She heard her mother say as she crouched down to where Emma was sitting on her throne. "Why aren't you dancing?" Snow asked in a gentle voice, placing a hand over Emma's knee in worry.
"Hurt my ankle" Emma replied, getting a raised eyebrow and a look from Snow that said Really? Your a terrible liar. "Fine!" Emma said, looking down at her mother. "I just don't see why I have to dance with all of these people. I know you and father want me to find a suitor and most girls my age would of been married by now. But the thing is you and father have true love... I just don't think I'll find mine in the ballroom of my castle."
"Oh, Emma!" Snow's voice said full of sympathy and understanding. "You should of said sooner! Your father and I will never want you to marry someone who you have no interest in. Everyone deserves to find their true love, and yes, maybe your right, you probably won't find him in here." Continued Snow, waving her hand in the direction of all the dancers.
"So... I don't have to find someone to marry?" Asked Emma, a flicker of hope in her voice as she glanced around the ballroom.
"Well... as my only heir, you will need to at some point. But we can worry about that later." Standing up, Snow extended her hand towards her daughter. "This is your birthday ball and you should be enjoying it. Now come and dance"
Emma bit her lip, glancing from her mother to the dancers on the floor. "Okay, but only for a few dances." She said as she got up and accepted her mothers hand. The two royals walked into the middle of the dancers and started dancing, not paying attention to the steps at all. Emma was actually starting to enjoy herself until the musicians started playing a new melody and a young man started walking in her and the queens direction. "Mother..." Emma whispered, casting her eyes to the young man then back again.
"You'll be fine Emma" Snow said "Just dance then make an excuse to leave"
"Excuse me you highnesses" The young man said as he walked up to the two ladies. "But may I have the pleasure in dancing with you Princess?" Bowing slightly as he said it.
"Of course...?" Emma asked politely, smiling at the man. From a young age Emma had been able to put on many fake smiles, and her I don't want to dance with you but I have to smile was perfected to a t.
"Prince Walsh, Prince of the York Newlands" The brown haired man said taking her hand and placing his other hand on her hip. As they started to dance she got to know Walsh very well. To the extent that she knew he had five horses all to himself, was the older of three brothers and very much liked her dress. Honestly Emma thought as he started to talk about some plant in his gardens back at his palace that she 'simply must see', the man was insufferable. Not to mention that his hands were quite sweaty and her gloves were starting to go slightly damp. But still she danced on, hoping that some other Prince or noble would come to her rescue. Anyone would be better than Walsh.
That's when she saw him. As her and Walsh were spinning round the outside of the dancers she locked on to a pair of blue eyes. She didn't think it was even possible to have eyes that blue. They were like the sea -dark, mysterious and dangerous. As she turned again she saw that the man had not moved and was watching her every move with a slight smirk on his lips. His eyes landed on hers again and Emma gave him a pleading look in hope that he would offer to dance. Emma had never felt so grateful in her life as the strange man walked right up to them.
"Excuse me, but may I have a dance with the Princess?" God. Holy God. Shit. His voice. Emma had never heard anything like it. It was dark, low, sinful, manly, but in the distance lonely of sorts. She didn't even notice Walsh leaving, muttering something about 'finding your own princess', because she was so mesmerised by his voice. It wasn't until the blue eyed stranger took hold of her hand and slipped an arm around her waist that she realized how close he actually was. If my father saw how close he is he'd have his head Emma thought. This was the closest she had been to any man and this said man started to chuckle at the sight of her blush spreading across her cheeks. "You looked like you needed saving, love." He said, smirking again.
"This is the one time I'll admit to wanting help. But bloody hell, that man was insufferable" Emma whispered, as they started to dance.
"You swear like a sailor, love. Not very ladylike of you." The man remarked, smirk still placed on his face.
Emma snorted quietly, then replied "And I'm guessing your holding back all your ungracious remarks, mate."
"Oh darling, believe me, when I make a ungracious remark, you'll know about it" He said, moving his hand slightly lower on her back and leading her around the ballroom with ease.
"You haven't even told me your name yet" Emma stated after a few minutes silence "And I don't recognise you as a Prince of this real-"
"Maybe I'm not a Prince" He butted in "Maybe, I'm a thief who has plans to seduce the young Princess and then kidnap her" The tall man continued, winking at her.
"Well even a daring thief - which I don't think you are - must have a name" She pressed, aware that the music was coming to an end and if she ever wanted to know more about this man she at least needed a name to look out for. And as the music ended the blue eyed and black hair man bowed and finally gave his name.
"Jones" He said, looking up at her. "Killian Jones" And as if by magic he was gone, disappearing through the crowd. She wanted another dance with him. She wanted to know him. But as another man approached her in hope for a dance, she realised that she would probably never see him again. At least I have his name she thought, as once again she was whirled into the dance and listening to rich men talk about their lives.
...
Damn. Killian thought as he wandered about the castle hallways. He was not suppose to dance with her. The plan was simple. Pickpocket as many people as possible in the ballroom while his crew were going about the castle. But now, God, he knew he wanted her. As he rounded the corner he spotted Smee and two of his crew.
"Captn'" Smee said, in a hushed tone walking towards him. "We took as much as we could, the rest of the crew are heading back to the ship now with the gold"
"Well done lads" Killian replied, "But we have a new plan. The Princess, I want her."
"But Captn', the King and Queen would never let you court her!" Smee said confused.
"No you idiot" Killian said "We're going to kidnap her. We put up a ransom for her and we'll all live in luxury the rest of our lives!" The two crew men cheered at this, clapping each other on their backs.
"But what happens if they don't wan' to pay for her?" Turner - one of his most loyal crewmen asked.
"Well then mates, I'll have a pretty little Princess to warm my bed on our travels. Now lets steal the girl." Killian grinned making his way to the young -unsuspecting- Princess' chambers.
A.N - So what do you think? Please review and helpful criticism is welcomed! I do have plans for this story and it will defiantly be a M rated story. Thanks for reading and hope you liked it!