*NOTE FROM THE AUTHOR This story takes place in an alternate universe where Emma neither met Belfire/Neal, or had Henry. If Emma's younger brother were in this part of the story, it would get confusing because he would have to have a different name(Since Prince Neal was named after Emma's Neal). That being said, I have decided to not have him in this universe. Which is why I plan to jump between this one, and the actual universe throughout the story, because I love the characters in the other one as well. In this way, Emma is also going to act differently in this universe as she never experienced the childhood that shaped who she is in Storybrooke. Bare with me on these changes. Thank you for your positive feedback already! :) I hope you enjoy the rest of the story.

"Your Majesty." The guards bow before her as Emma reaches the entrance to the dungeon.

"Gentleman." Emma nods her head.

"What can we do for you this evening?"

"I would like to see the prisoner."

The men are startled, and share an unsure glance. "We were not authorized to do that for you."

"I'm authorizing you right now." She is surprised by the confidence that flows from her lips.

"But the King and Queen..."

"I am your future Queen, are you going to question my orders?"

A short silence follows at Emma stands taller, and the men stumble over themselves.

"Of course not your Highness." They bow once more before unlocking the door. "We will be right here if you need us."

"Thank you." She says kindly as she curtsey and enters the hallway. In the quiet hallway, the sound of her heals clinking on the ground just reminds Emma of her mother. She kicks them off in frustration, and continues towards his cell in silence.

The man was lying on his back on the floor when Emma approached. She stood there for a moment, her fingers rubbing together against the soft fabric of her dress. The rustling sound attracts his attention, and suddenly the man is standing.

"Your Majesty." He bows.

"Hello." She spoke confidently, but quietly.

"What can I do for you?" His dark eyes study her curiously.

Emma takes a step forward and wraps her hands around the bars. "What's your real name Captain Hook?"

"Captain Hook." He grins and takes a step towards her. "So you've heard of me?"

"Or I just cleverly created the nickname due to that." She nods towards his absent hand.

"While I do not doubt your cleverness love, I know that's not what truly happened." He paces the cage whilst watching Emma. "What have you heard of me?"

She looked down at the ground as she continued. "I know about Mila." She said her name and let it hang for a moment before meeting the man's hurt eyes. "I mean about what started your search for revenge against..."

"Don't say that crocodile's name!" The man jumps towards Emma, startling her into silence. He looks deeply into her eyes before he raises an eyebrow. "How do you know all of that my dear?"

"I hear people talk about you in town." Whenever you are around, everyone seems to know. You intrigue them."

"Do I now." He looks at her curiously. "Is that why you are here princess? To remind me of my failure to kill the man that stole my love?"

Emma shook her head as she watched him pace back and forth once more. "No, I came because I wanted to your story from you." Hook stops and looks back at the princess. He admires her beauty and her curiosity. She wasn't like any princess he'd ever met. "But first, I want to know your real name." The commanding tone she suddenly embraced brought a smile to Hook's face.

"Killian. Killian Jones."

"Pleasure to meet you Captain Jones." She curtseys.

"Pleasure to meet you as well Princess..."
"Emma."

"Emma." He says quietly, like a sigh from his lips. "What would you like to know Your Highness?"

"Everything." Emma says as she sits outside the cell.

Killian chuckles. "That sure is a lot my dear."

"We've got time." Emma glances around the cell before settling her gaze back on him.

With that, Killian took a seat opposite of the princess and told his story once more.