Deprived of his existence by a regal beauty, The Huntsman laid quietly in a glass coffin that his soulless body claimed it's own.
He awaited a hero; a savior.
The dragon outside was majestic, but it was magnificent at keeping out love. At each attempt to save the man inside, it would breathe fire, scaring every opponent away.
Behind the dragon were castle walls that would never allow another human entry.
Until one day they did.
The sensation of lips pressing to his own awoke his mind from the enchantment cast over him.
The woman that stood over him had emeralds for eyes; her hair a waterfall. The smile she wore was contagious. She had the fairness of a princess; the wardrobe of a warrior.
Now it was funny to her how she had spent her whole life running; She had spent it looking for something this incredible, and here it was.
It was him. It was The Huntsman.
"You saved me," He spoke, blinking away his blurred vision.
Her kiss was running through his veins, and it felt like magic.
"What is your name?" She asked.
"Graham."
"Well, Graham.. I'm your princess in shining armor," She smiled.
"And what is your name, princess?"
"Swan, Emma Swan."
The sound of her name had him elated. This was it for him. His new life would begin with a love that was timeless; a love that would emancipate him.
The same regal beauty that had hijacked his heart was six feet below them now, cursing the princess that had cured The Huntsman.
And they lived happily ever after…