Promises
TheEvilQueen
What if Emma, Regina and Henry had been on the Titanic? What if that beautiful ship sunk and three lives were in danger? What happens if one of them ends up dead?
Chapter One
I don't know how that cursed woman got aboard, but I'm liable to threaten she's a thief and have her imprisoned for the rest of the trip. But Henry would never forgive me if I did such a thing. And so I sit quietly, keenly and silently aware of her presense, while I sip the brunch tea and Henry politely cuts the Easter ham slice they presented him.
Emma laughs with her group of friends- I don't know how she got the friendly eye of Ms. Bishop's daughter- but somehow she did. And now she sails with us, in first class, when all she could probably truly afford was third class or steerage. They, like most of the girls on board that are single, drink champagne and wine even though it's nowhere close to the dinner hour. Any half-respectable gentleman that happens to wander by is subject to flirtatious gestures from the entire table. Twelve young beauties waving their fingertips and asking for more alcoholic beverages.
"I'm finished. Can I go out on deck and look around?" Henry asks, pushing a near empty plate away from him.
"I suppose." He will make a habit of walking by Ms. Swan's table. And when she thinks I'm not looking, she'll excuse herself too and they will frolic on deck as mother and son, something Henry constantly denies me. "But don't spend too long. The weather's quite chilly and I don't want you catching cold."
He nods and leaves me alone. Now without the presence of a young son, I too order a glass of wine. It's not shameful, just not delightful. But no one has called me delightful in a long time.