Prompt: Emma catches Killian making faces and primping in the mirror. She teases and says maybe he's the real princess. At that he reveals his father was actually of noble birth before he became a fugitive.
Emma Swan looked at her watch and sighed. It was almost seven thirty and they still had to pick up Henry from Regina's. Every Friday night, she and Killian had movie night with Henry; tonight's movie starting at eight. Growing impatient, she went upstairs to find out what was taking Killian so long. As she approached the bathroom, she started walking slowly, hearing Killian speaking. Who is he talking to? she thought as she got closer to the door. Being careful not to be spotted, Emma looked through the tiny gap the door provided.
"I daresay Captain, you are quite the looker." Killian Jones said to himself as he primped his hair, trying to get it at the perfect angle. Eyes wide, Emma put her hand to her mouth, desperately trying to keep herself from laughing. She saw Killian wink at himself in the mirror, running his right hand over the areas on his face he seemed to have just shaved. Back to the hair. Pulling at it, making sure it was even. Sighing, frustrated, he poured gel into his hand and massaged it into his hair. "This…..bloody…gel thing is just unsatisfactory." he mumbled.
Unable to contain her laughter any longer, Emma pushed open the door, chuckling even harder at the look of surprise on Killian's face, his eyes wide. "How long have you been there?" he asked. Emma smirked. "Just long enough to realize that maybe I'm not the real princess here…maybe you are." she teased, laughing again.
Killian narrowed his eyes. "Quite humorous, Swan." he said, looking down, unmoving. Emma furrowed her brows and wrapped her arms around him from behind. "Don't get your leather tied up in a knot. I'm kidding." she chuckled. Killian turned around, facing her. "I know. I just…" he paused, seemingly nervous. Emma touched his cheek gently. "What's going on in that head of yours Captain?" she questioned.
Killian sighed. "What I'm about to tell you is something I've never told anyone. With that being said, I trust you to keep it between us." He said, running a hand through his hair (so much for the primping). "Of course." she said.
He paused, looking at Emma. "My father was of noble birth before he became a fugitive." Emma's eyes widened. "Are you saying…?" Killian nodded. "Prince Jones, he was. Well known throughout the land. He had countless riches. More power than any man should have." His eyes darkened. "It was his love of power that led him to trouble. It was his love of power that led to him becoming a fugitive. It was his love of power that, ultimately, led him to abandon me." Killian swallowed. He was a coward." His voice was dark, plagued with memories of being left alone.
Emma was stunned. Captain Hook, Killian Jones, had royal blood. Snapping herself out of it, she caressed his cheek and lifted his face so his eyes met hers. "I'm so sorry. You have to know….you'll never be like him. You've proven that." she said.
Killian's voice was strained as he spoke, plagued with memories of being left alone. "I grew up with royal blood and traded it in for pirate's blood. As the years passed, that's all anyone saw me as; a pirate who couldn't be trusted and only cared for himself." He paused, swallowing a few times, looking at something above Emma's head, lost in memory. "For so long, I just wanted to feel like a prince to someone….anyone." he said, looking down.
Emma swallowed, trying to keep her eyes from welling up. Slowly, she lifted his face again to meet her eyes. She caressed his hair, the sides of his face, his lips. She kissed him gently. Pulling away, she hugged him, leaned into his ear and whispered "You'll always be a prince to me."
End.