Full Summary: Crown princess Emma of Misthaven is second in line to the throne, her brother Leopold ll being the first, but her parents see her with a future as a great ruler. King Rumplestiltskin of neighboring land, strikes a deal with King David, promising to uphold the peace between the kingdoms if Emma marries Prince Baelfire. With the promise of his daughter becoming future queen of the Dark Kingdom, David accepts reluctantly.

Before her wedding day, the princess is kidnapped and taken overseas. She is sold as a slave to a palace where Crown Prince Killian of Neverland ascends his father's throne and is sworn in as Sultan. Meanwhile, Killian's mother pressures him to sire a prince and presents him with gifts for his birthday, one of them including a blonde princess from Misthaven. Dazzled by Emma's charm, intelligence and beauty, he summons her to his bedchambers every night and eventually finds himself casting aside his harem and centuries of tradition.

A/N: I've wanted to write an Enchanted Forrest for quite a while, and also a historical AU, but never had the motivation or courage for either. But, this is something I've had on my brain for a really long time and I was able to combine both with this story. This is loosely based on the story of Sultan Suleyman and Hurrem, with the television series, Magnificent Century used as a reference. I've rated it Explicit because I'm not sure how much violence or smut will be in it, as I'm still the process of writing it, but I will add trigger warnings as they apply.

Huge shout outs go to ilovemesomekillianjones and gingerchangeling for looking it over and for all of your helpful feedback, and onceuponaprincessworld for listening to me talk about this story for months and being my sounding board.

Here is just a short prologue, but this will most likely be a monster of a story.

Misthaven basks in the September sun on a balmy day, the bright, azure sky dotted with a few scattered clouds. The Royal Castle stands tall above the land at the edge of a cliff, overlooking the mountains and the calm cerulean sea. The people of Misthaven live prosperous lives under their rulers, King David and Queen Snow.

After King George had perished, his adopted son, David, who was already married to Snow, succeeded him. At the time, the monarchy was weak. King George had not been popular among the nobles due to his pointless wars and unwelcomed policies. But King David and Queen Snow had set out to, and accomplished, increasing the power of the crown, thus winning over the loyalty of the people. They had replaced disloyal nobles with loyal ones, put a stop to the raids of lawless vassals, granted charters to many towns and reduced the debt the kingdom had inherited from David's adoptive father.

Misthaven is now a powerful kingdom. However, there is one neighboring kingdom even more powerful—the Dark Kingdom—ruled by King Rumplestiltskin, also known as the Dark One.

The drawbridge between the town and the castle is down, allowing the townsfolk to gather around the front of the castle, for it's an important day for Misthaven and its people. The anticipation is high and the kingdom is frantic, both outside and within the castle walls, as the men-at-arms are on guard and the maidens and servants are scrambling throughout the castle in complete chaos. It's a day and event that could possibly lead to either the success or failure of the kingdom—the birth of the King and Queen's first child. The townsfolk converse amicably or whisper among themselves as they readily await the birth, hoping to catch a glimpse of the royal baby. Will it be a boy? A future King? Speculations of the newborn's gender have echoed throughout the kingdom for the months leading up to this day.

Queen Snow's blood-curdling screams can be heard throughout the castle as King David eagerly and restlessly awaits in the anteroom, frantically pacing back and forth, for he is not allowed in his wife's bedchamber during the birth.

He's about to explode though, hearing his wife cry out in pain. He wants to be by her side and comfort her, and the fact that he can't is absolute torture. Queen Snow is his true love, they had met while they were both arranged to marry other people. Princess Snow had run away while she was betrothed to another prince against her will. She'd stolen David's ring, the only thing he had left of his mother's, from the carriage during his and Princess Abigail's travel between their two kingdoms.

David was orphaned at eight years old after his village was raided and his twin brother and parents were killed along with several other people. David had escaped and was taken in by King George who had no children of his own and didn't have a single heir to the throne because he'd alienated all members of his family and had no wife.

King George had arranged David's betrothal to Abigail, the daughter of King Midas of Goldmark, but both were in love with other people. When King George found out his son was secretly going behind his back to see princess Snow, he was furious and determined to keep them separated. He had succeeded at first, but Prince David and Princess Snow had found their way back to each other. Once reunited, they married immediately. King George died afterwards, during a raid against the rebels who named David as their leader, even though the prince had forbidden anyone from harming his father. David was crowned king, but to this day carries the guilt of King George's death, as well as a painful cilice around his waist every Lent to atone for his sins.

When the loud, lusty wails of the baby are finally heard, David can no longer restrain himself. He moves instantly towards the door, pushing past the many servants to get to his wife and newborn. He throws the door open and steps inside, his breath taken when he sees the most beautiful sight—his lovely wife, holding their child in her arms.

Rushing to her side, he places a kiss on her forehead and strokes her hair. Snow is flushed and sweaty, donning a tired smile as a tear rolls down her rosy cheek. Dark locks of hair are matted to her head, but she is a stunning sight to behold. His heart bursts when he feasts his eyes upon the baby in his wife's embrace.

"She's strong and healthy," Snow whispers faintly, struggling to keep her eyelids open, exhaustion wearing her lovely features.

"She?"

"Yes, a princess," Snow smiles.

King David grins big and proud as he watches his tiny daughter, now calm and comforted by the soft coos of her mother. "She's beautiful," he murmurs, mesmerized by his daughter and how she slowly stirs in her mother's arms. "What have you decided to name her?"

His wife peers up at him and smiles brightly. "Emma."

The anxious crowd is on pins and needles as the king emerges onto the balcony, overlooking the castle court, with his baby daughter draped in linen. The people cheer upon seeing their king holding the heir-presumptive to his throne.

He raises a hand to silence the crowd and announces, "I'd like to present to you the Princess of Misthaven, Princess Emma!"

All the townsfolk shout and rejoice, wishing the newborn good fortunes.

King David smiles warmly at his beautiful daughter, paying no mind to the crowd as she gazes up at him with big eyes. He gently caresses her cheek, feeling confident knowing that one day his princess will make a fine queen.

Prince Leopold II is born five years later and becomes the first in line for the throne. But the parents are not crestfallen. In fact, they agree to find a respectable prince from another kingdom suitable enough to marry their daughter.

"They will rule together," David concurs, but at the same time, it hurts him to utter such words.

Though it is normal practice to arrange a marriage between royalty at a tender age or sometimes at birth, to keep the royal bloodline pure, the thought of his daughter getting married makes him wince. She is but a small girl who is always climbing atop his lap to coax a story out of him and snuggling her head against his chest. He can't think of her at an age where he is marrying her off to some dashing prince or noble knight who whisks her away on a white horse. He just can't. However, the future of his daughter depends on it. She is a princess destined to be a queen. Her beauty alone makes her worthy of such a title, let alone her sharp-wit and intelligence at such a young age.

"But, only if Emma agrees to the betrothal. Perhaps she can find love as we did?" Queen Snow cogitates, peering at the small prince as she cradles him in her arms.

The king nods. "We can only hope."