A/N: First I wanted to say that this is my first CS FF and the first time I'm writing in years and also English is not my first language and I don't have a beta so be nice with me. I'm sorry for the mistakes.

Their story started just like any other fairytale… well, almost, if only he hadn't refused to kiss her when they first met or if she hadn't threatened him on their second meeting. But these are small details nobody pays attention to, right? The important thing is, like any good fairytale, they knew they were going to marry and live happily ever after from moment they first looked in to each other eyes… well at least she did, he took a lot more convincing to get there but, again, details. Let's start from the beginnig…

Once upon a time there was a beautiful little princess who liked to play in the forest behind her parents' cottage and do all sort of mischievous things that a proper princess should not be doing as her mama would always say when she was scolding her. Not that it prevented her from doing it again. Truth was, princess Emma had the whole household, specially her papa, wrapped around her little fingers almost from the second she was born, which prevented her from getting into to much trouble being such an adventurous little girl.

Emma and her parents lived a simple life in the country side. Every day she would have classes with her tutors in the morning (when she didn't manage to escape before her mama found her, that is), in the afternoons she would learn to ride a horse and swordfight with her papa or play with her friends August and Baelfire and at night she would sit with her parents and listen to stories of brave princes and beautiful princess falling in love and fighting dragons and sleeping curses. Emma always enjoyed those stories although she would say that when it was her time to be the princess in the story she'd be the one fighting the dragon her prince could fall under a sleeping curse if he wanted to. Her parents would laugh at that and say they pitied the poor prince that would marry her. But Emma took the subject very seriously, she had a very clear idea of how her future husband had to be and wouldn't accept anything less.

"I'm serious papa" she insisted when her papa put her to sleep. "My prince has to be brave and tall and handsome just like you. And he has to like to swordfight and play pirates, but he has to let me be the captain, not like August who say that girls can't be pirate captain. And he has to play with my dolls too, when I want to. Oh! And he has to bathe!"

"Well, that's quite a list my little duckling. But I think is safe to assume that he will bathe."

"Bae and August doesn't bathe." she'd insist. Her papa would give up, knowing how stubborn his daughter was. Emma had yet another condition to be met by her future prince. There first meeting had to be just like her parents. She'd always liked to hear how her parents had met in the middle of a horse chase and had long decided that that was the only way to meet your true love.

It was with that thought that in a day that started like any other, Emma ended up convinced that she had found her prince. Emma had been playing by herself that day since August was busy helping his papa and Bae was having one of those days when he didn't want to get dirt playing in the mud. Emma and the boys had found an abandoned house that people said belonged to an old witch, she wanted to go back there and see if the witch was still there after all, whats a little bit of mud when you can see a witch in person, after listening to so many tales with witches Emma wanted to see how they where really like, so she decided to go alone. Halfway through she heard noise of horses and carriages approaching on the road. Before she had time to think about what could be, a horse came straight in her direction, given Emma only time to jump out of the way and fall on the floor in the process.

"Killian!" a man shouted. He came riding with a few soldiers after the horse that had almost run her over. Emma could see now that the horse was been ridden by a boy who didn't look much older than her. "If you don't know how to control your horse then is better if you ride in the carriage with the women."

"Is not my fault, papa!" the boy, Killian whined. "That girl was standing in the middle of the road!"

"Are you hurt girl?" the man asked, dismounting his horse.

"No, I'm fine." Emma said, feeling a bit dizzy from almost getting killed minutes before.

"If that's the case I thin…" he stopped talking and looked at her more closely. "My, my… you are the spitting image of your mother aren't you princess?" Emma was starting to remember all the warnings her parents had given about strangers and thought about trying to run while he was distracted looking back at his son. "Killian, came over here and apologize to our little cousin."

The man's words caught Emma's attention and she looked back from him to his son with more curiosity and in that moment something odd happened, while the boy moved to join her and his father, he was suddenly illuminated by a ray of sunshine and Emma thought of all the fairytales she had heard, of her parents love story and how it had started exactly like this.

"Come Killian, apologize to your cousin." his papa insisted when he got close but didn't say anything.

"I apologize, my lady." Killian spoke through clenched teeth.

"It's ok." she answered. He seem to be trying to stay as far from her as possible without disobeying his papa,but when he spoke he looked her in the eye and was looking back at his deep blue eyes that she thought: yes, this was meant to be her prince charming. Well, he wasn't very charming but she'd fix that later. "How can you be my cousins if I never met you before?"

"Well dear, last time I saw you're still a baby. Let me introduce myself, I'm Brennan and this young man here is my son Killian."

"I'm princess Emma" she sad trying her best to make the courtesy her mother had taught.

"Pleased to meet you, Your Grace." Brennan took her hand and kissed it than motioned for Killian to do the same.

"Do I really have to kiss her, papa?" Killian asked takin her hand reluctantly. Emma knew she was a little dirt from playing in the forest but he was been ridiculous. If he was really going to be her prince he'd have to get use to it.

"Don't be stupid son. Take the opportunity while you can, very soon you'll be wanting to do so with no such luck." Killian made a face at his father's words but obeyed.

"Nice to meet you princess." he sad kissing her hand as quickly as possible, his lips barely touching her skin.

"Nice to meet you too Killian" Emma stood on her toes to give him a kiss on the cheek. Killian took a step back looking disgusted and took a handkerchief to clean his face. She was starting to feel offended, future prince or not she'd give him a piece of her mind if he kept acting that way.

Luckily her parents show up in that moment, having heard the noise of their arrival and after all initials pleasantries Emma was send to clean up because, according to her mama, she looked like a savage. It wasn't until after supper when she had a chance to talk Killian again. She was going to her room when she heard him mumbling to himself in the corridor and thought she'd see if he needed help or wanted to play a little before bedtime, after all that's what future wives are for, right? But before she could say anything he started mocking her.

"Oh, look the savage princess! Are you going to grab me again? because I left all my handkerchief in my room"

"I didn't grab you and if you keep being so rude to me when we marry I'll not let..."

"WHEN WE WHAT?" he asked astonished.

"When we marry" Emma answered calmly although she was getting more and more upset with him.

"I'm not marrying you! Who said I was gonna marry you?" Killian sounded horrified with the idea what made Emma lose completely her calm.

"I'm saying we'll!"

"We won't!"

"We will!"

"Won't!"

"Will!" Emma shouted feeling angry tears starting to fall down her face. "And when we marry I won't let you have dessert because you're mean! And you won't get any bedtime stories! And I'll put a frog in your bed when you're asleep! And... and..." she sobbed trying to think of other threats.

"What's happening here?" Her mama asked, appearing in the top of the stairs. Emma run to hug her.

"He said he won't marry me mama!" She sobbed/complained

"She is crazy!" Killian said at the same time then run to his room.

"Come little duckling, let's go to your room and prepare to bed while you tell me what was this all about."

When Emma finished explaining to her mama all the reasons why Killian had to marry her she was already in bed waiting for her goodnight kiss.

"That's not how it work baby."

"But mama..."

"And besides there is a long time until you grow up, you might not even like him when you do."

"I don't like him now, but he has to marry me mama! He has to!" She insisted. Her mother knowing she'd get nowhere when Emma was being stubborn like that changed tactic.

"Ok, ok duckling. Let's talk about this again in a few years and see how it goes. Now is time to go to sleep"

Emma wasn't convinced but did what her mama said and closed her eyes, falling into a quick and peaceful sleep.