He sat down on the two arm seat and smiled, he knew that she would be arriving any minute now. The queen was not to know this, but he had a deal that the swan could not deny. Oh no she could not. But how to express his emotions. What would be the right thing to say. Placing the rose on his jacket, he set his cane down and fixed his tie. He had to be ready for his wedding. After all , Emma was not a woman to be kept waiting. But yet what would she think, the dark horrors that he was. She knew his name, but in this world he was nothing more than just a man.
A man with power was a man who could fool the masses, he saw a future in that cell. His willing bride ready to be brought to the world. But how to tame her, that was the real question. Her parents would not agree to the match. But yet what decision could they make with their minds in the puddle that they were in. None , he had Emma all to himself, just as he had planned. Nobody would take her from him. He could even still remember the day the deal was made, and the date signed by her own writing.
He sat up and grabbed the contract with his hands and stared at it again. The memory very vivid in his mind. It still was told in the writing, his careful writing detailing every little aspect of the deal. " I cant make that sort of deal, so that Graham can return." She had said and he calmly shrugged, like he knew his Emma had feelings for the huntsman. He knew the way a woman's eyes sparkled and glowed when she longed for someone who was lost to come back.
" How did I, I did not even agreed to" she yelled suddenly and he grinned. "Oh but miss Emma don't you remember you still owe me a favor.." he reminded her and saw her relax, her face blushed as he chuckled. " Alright, I will see you here again when" Emma asked, his eyes bearing into her as he raised his hand and thought for a minute. " 3 days time. I will have the dress made" he whispered and saw Emma nod. Her body turning around and not looking at him as she closed the door with a bang. Oh how the sweet memory of that day was.
"Rumplestilskin.." he heard someone whisper, his body turning around as he saw Emma , a bow on her hand as he pointed to the dress. " There is your dress, get dressed and I will tell the father that we are ready" he said and saw Emma nod and grab the dress with her hands and walk away inside the room. His body walking away as he opened the double doors and stared at the priest. A grin escaped him as he rubbed his neck and climbed down.
" We are ready father." He said softly and saw the old man raise his hand and point to his right side. Emma would stand at his left. The ring that was Prince charming' in his hand as he chuckled. She would never figure it out.