Princess Emma was born to Queen Snow White and King David of the White Kingdom. They kept it the White Kingdom after Snow's dad passed even though David's last name is Nolan. To be honest Snow White is the real head of the household and the kingdom, David would never admit it but he is totally whipped. King David is good and just, he defeated the Evil Queen alongside Snow White (because she never backs down from a fight) and they decided long ago to do everything together. The Evil Queen has been stripped of her magic and banished and their Kingdom has been in peace ever since.

Princess Emma has never known evil, dark magic or danger. Still she is cautious when she leaves the castle and usually there are guards with her. Sometimes she sneaks out for some alone time in the forest, where she can sing and pick flowers and think in peace. Lately she has only been thinking of one thing, well person really. A beautiful brunette woman who plagues her dreams nightly. She has this recurring dream of the brunette and saving her from some kind of curse. In this dream she feels loved, needed, wanted and is called a Savior. In this dream she has a purpose, a destiny, she has adventures and she wakes feeling like something is missing.

Something about these dreams feels right, like this is who she should be and not a princess who stands by and smiles and waves, makes polite conversation and will be forced to marry someday. She wants to be independent, have adventure, be needed for more than a pretty face. She has learned all of the ways of the Queen's court of course, she knows strategy, negotiations and everything she will need to know as Queen one day but it doesn't feel like enough. Emma wants more for her life, she wants an epic love, she wants what she reads about in stories or has heard of from her parents. She doesn't want anything bad to happen to anyone but she wishes she could for once be a brave knight breaking a curse with True Love's kiss or save someone from a runaway horse, slay a dragon like her father, and just be a hero. But she instead is alone and will never be any of those things.

Princess Emma is just a princess with everything she could ever need or want handed to her but it feels empty. Emma feels empty and it's horrible. She's tired of forcing laughter, faking smiles, the same old tired lonely place. She feels like half her heart is missing, like a piece of her is out there somewhere possibly missing her too and for some reason she feels it has something to do with this brunette in her dreams. Because while she is dreaming, this is the only time she feels whole. This woman in her dreams has a small scar above her lip, has piercing brown eyes, an intense stare, and she feels safe, secure and complete just being next to her. In her dream they both have magic, they do amazing and wonderful things together and she feels it's her destiny.

She sees them for the first time in what looks like a yard in front of a building that feels like a home but looks foreign, the playful conversation starts countering her quick remarks, like passing notes in secrecy. There usually are other people around but it's like the two of them have their own language, like only they know or acknowledge the meaning to their words. It's exciting, mysterious, and all she can say is it is enchanting, Emma is enchanted to meet this brunette, but this dream feels like more than a meeting, more like a lifetime of knowing this woman. All Emma wants is to find this woman, she has to know if she is real and what these dreams mean.

Too many flashes of fighting with this woman, next to her, using magic, light touches, many moments of almost kisses, their eyes convey everything they can't say out loud. This doesn't feel like dreams it feels like memories but it's confusing because she's in clothes she doesn't recognize, the woman is sometimes dressed in a blouse and pencil skirt and sometimes in a leather jacket, cut off sleeved shirts and tight jeans. Sometimes they are in a small town and sometimes in a bar in the city. She can hear this woman call her name "Emma!" in fear and "Em-ma" seductive, "Emma" in whispers. It feels real. It must be...right? No, it can't be, because she's here in the castle, she's no Savior and she's never seen this woman here. But maybe her mom has.

" Emma, what is it honey?" Her mom asks sweetly as she enters the throne room. "Mom, I'm having those dreams again of the woman and me being a Savior" Snow shakes her head. "Emma, we talked about this , you read and listen to too many stories, your imagination takes over your dreams that's all. These are just old stories nothing more." "But mom, it feels so real. And what about this woman? Have you ever seen her here? She's beautiful, brown eyes, brown hair, her posture regal, maybe she is royalty in another region?" Snow giggles "honey that could literally be anyone." "What about a scar? A scar above her lip." Snow's face falls, "That's impossible the only woman who matches that description is the Evil Queen and she was banished before you were born. Why don't you take a walk or go to the garden that usually helps clear your head." Emma frowns, her mother is right, it could be anyone, she doesn't have a name in order to search for her or ask properly, she sighs. "Yeah ok." Snow pats her shoulder as she walks towards the garden slightly defeated. The Evil Queen though...no it can't be, can it? Emma shakes her head and continues on, of course it's not The Evil Queen, she would be way too old now. But instead of the garden she takes a detour to the library. She searches and searches for any proof of this Evil Queen, so many stories she has heard from her parents and the castle staff but never any proof she existed. There are many paintings in the castle of Snow with her parents as a child but never anything, not even a drawing of the step mother who turned Evil Queen. Emma just needs to be sure, this woman doesn't seem evil in her dreams but these dreams feel like an entirely different life. She finally finds one charcoal drawing...a young woman..not evil and not a queen…it simply says Regina, nothing more and nothing less. There is no scar visible, a small smile that doesn't light up her face as it does in her dreams, it's too hard to tell if this could be her or not. It looks like her, maybe a younger version, but even if it is, it still proves nothing and tells Emma nothing but she still takes the drawing and hides it in her room. She looks at it from time to time, it's the only way she feels connected while she's awake even though she has no solid proof this is the same woman, she feels like it is.