AN) This is my first OUAT fic so tell me how it turns out and if you want me to contine

Summary: One day before the one year anniversary of her first meeting with James she is no where to be found. Once he tracks her down she tells him the story of how she fell in love with a Shepard that she believed to be long dead. How does James react? Does he tell her his own secret? And why on Earth does her tale sound so familiar? Find out the real story of how Snow White met her Prince Charming and the circumstances behind that fateful day she stole his mothers ring.

I DO NOT OWN ONCE UPON A TIME

The Runaway Princess and the Shepard (Prolouge)

"Snow, Snow" To say James was worried about his fiancé (his fiancé oh how he loves those words) would be an understatement. In exactly one day it would be the one year anniversary of their first meeting and his lovely fiancé (there's that word again) was nowhere to be found. From the minute he had woken up to find her side of the bed cold and his arms empty no one had been able to tell him where she was. Eventually he closed his eyes his own words mocking him, I will always find you, and let the small part of him that was hyper aware of her every move guide him.

He found her in the forest why he hadn't thought to check there he hadn't a clue. She was sitting on the stump of a very familiar downed tree. The tree had been moved out of the carriage path, but had been left as a tribute to that day. He should have known the minute he got there that something was wrong with Snow. He had never been able to sneak up on her, especially in the forest. She was sitting with her legs crossed on top of the stump. She was wearing her favorite travelling cloak, one of the few possessions she had brought with her to the castle. He called her name softly and she started letting out a small noise. The hood of her cloak fell as she pulled a sword from somewhere on her person. He was on the ground with it at his thought in seconds.

"James" She stated weakly as she removed the sword from his throat and returned to how she had been moments earlier without the hood up. James she had called him James. She had rarely ever called him by his given name. Instead opting to call him your highness (sarcastically of course) or for the main part charming (happy, angry, sad, her mood didn't really matter for that one), but James he could count the number of times on one hand that she had called him that. He took a good long look at her face. He felt worry flood through him as he took in the tear tracks on her face.

"Snow," he said softly, beseechingly coming up next to her, grabbing her shoulders and looking into her eyes, "tell me what's happened." He saw the unshed tears pooling in her eyes. She grabbed onto him swiftly hugging him to her.

"You'll need to listen to me." She murmured into his neck. "You need to know but you'll have to let me explain." She continued on nervously, "I love you and I don't want you to leave," her voice became barley audible and he felt more than her next words, "Please don't leave me" It was rare that he saw this side of his princes. She was tough and strong, she always had a quip or sarcastic banter ready. She barley ever showed vulnerability especially not in public.

"Snow, look at me," she looked into his eyes, "I will love you no matter what, don't you dare think otherwise. And if you ever think of running out on me I will find you. Because Snow I will always want to find you." He gave her a minute to soak in the words. "Tell me, please." He added the please on as a last minute afterthought.

"James, before we start please remember that I love you, and only you." He felt a sinking sensation in his stomach. "Before I met you, years ago really I fell in love with another man." This can't be good.

AN) Should I Continue it?