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"Are you kidding me? No. Absolutely not." Emma gaped at him, eyes wide and the she moved to cross her arms over her chest defensively.

Killian rolled his eyes and pretended to look hurt but a smirk broke out on his face none the less.

"No, I'm being quite serious love." Emma pursed her lips and he sighed defeated. "It's for the show, darling. No one's going to believe we're married-"

"Engaged." Emma quickly cut in.

Killian paused, seemingly thinking her proposal through before nodding.

"Aye. Engaged, if you don't wear a ring."

"But I-" He gave her a pointed look and quirked an eyebrow in that ridiculously attractive way of his. Emma groaned, her hands falling to her sides in defeat.

"Fine." She huffed. "But – don't think this means anything. And I'll be taking it off as soon as we're done. And" Her annoyed tone changed into a warning one and she pointed her finger threateningly at him as she continued on with her rant. "And there'll be no mentioning of this ever again to anyone. Okay?"

Killian's smirk widened.

"Aye, love. Don't worry it'll be our little secret marriage." He winked.

"Engagement." Emma automatically corrected before her eyes widened in realisation. "And that is not what I meant!"

"Whatever pleases the lady." He reached around his neck and took off one of the many necklaces that graced his exposed chest.

One day Emma would ask about all his jewellery and it's deeper meanings, because surely he didn't wear them just for appearance, but right now all she could think of doing was staring at him in panic as he went down on one knee and –

"Oh my god, what are you doing? Get up!" She hissed, looking around frantically hoping that no one would see them (even though she must have known that there was no one else around for miles) but at the same time she found it difficult to take her eyes off him.

There he was, down on one knee smiling genuinely in an attempt to reassure her, the smug grin gone from his eyes reflecting all the love and admiration he held for her.

It was too much.

Emma wanted to run away but not sure she would be able to get very far in the ridiculous big gown she was wearing and remained frozen in place, suddenly hit with how real the whole thing felt.
She had to quietly remind herself over and over in her head that this was not for real, this was not for real and why did he have to look at her like that? She started shaking her head when he pulled of a ring from the chain he had removed from around his neck.

"Stop it."

"Calm down love, it's only right we do this properly."

"We don't have to do this fucking properly! It's just for show! Get up! Now!"

He didn't listen to her, for once he didn't seem to listen to her.

"Emma Swan." He began in a very formal manner, his smile widening as he held the ring up for the sunlight to shine on it and increase it's beauty, and all the while never taking his eyes of hers as he continued speaking.

"You fierce, bloody amazing lass, will you do me the honour of becoming –"

"Killian!" Emma said not knowing how to handle the bizarre situation she'd never imagined herself being in, which was a big thing, considering everything crazy that had happened to her ever since Henry had showed up at her door almost two years ago.

"The honour of becoming my very much fake wife this lovely evening?" He smiled, eyes sparkling up at her.

"No." Emma stated stubbornly. Killian's smile faltered before he chuckled.

"No? Just no? Bloody hell Swan. You surely know how to let a man down gently." Emma ignored him and grabbed the ring which he still held before he could put it away.

"Just give me the stupid thing." She huffed and pulled it out of his grip and then pushing it on her finger, her hand pausing in it's motion and she let the ring slide on more gently.

It truly was beautiful and she couldn't help but stare at it in wonderment, her heart raising in her chest as thoughts of other circumstances entered her mind. She quickly shut down them not wanting to dwell in what could never be, though a small smile still tugged at her lips as she held up her hand and admired how the stone glistened in the sunlight.

Killian hadn't said anything, but had gotten to his feet watching her closely as a smile too graced his lips and he stepped closer, caressing her hand gently before meeting her eyes.

She swallowed

"It's beautiful."

"Something this beautiful, deserves to be seen on someone worthy of it's beauty."

Emma's breath caught in her throat and she quickly looked away from him, turning around on her heels and starting off towards the carriage that would take them to Midas' castle.

"Yeah, whatever." She called over her shoulder, brushing of the compliment, thoug he could hear the sudden lilting tone in her voice. "Are you coming?" She turned her head to look at him a teasing smile threatening to sneak up on her features.

Killian quickly moved to catch up at her, jogging behind her, impressed with how quick she could move even with a dress.

"I'm right behind you Swan."

He climbed into the carriage behind her.

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Throughout the night, Killian found Emma looking at the ring whenever she thought he wasn't paying attention, but of course he was always paying attention to her. Her hand would come up to twirl the ring between her fingers and her eyes would glaze over, making her appear deep in thought.

He didn't ask her about it.

Neither did he remind her that she still wore the ring when they tiredly checked in on an inn and then went to bed, in separate ones of course, despite him trying to convince her otherwise.

"It'll keep us warmer." She had nah'ad him and rolled her eyes before blowing out the lit candle next to her bed.