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Emma stared at the new sword in her hand. Indeed it had changed and not only its appearance.

She brandished it like she had done before her rendezvous with Regina and it didn't feel the same. The sword was lighter, adjusting perfectly to Emma's moves. It felt even better than her own.

When the curse broke, the dwarves made a sword especially for her. She thought it was perfect for her. Until Regina gave her this one. With this one she felt powerful, with confidence.

But why had Regina given her such a weapon? Had the encounter with the thief been actually accidental or there was something else? She wondered as she looked at where he had disappeared. She shook her head, she was being paranoid.

She looked at the sword again thinking of what to do with it. Once more, her brain warned her but, once more, she didn't listen to the warning and slipped it in her belt.

'I just want to take a closer look at it,' she told herself, but deep down inside there was something else.

'Emma!' Henry's voice welcomed her in the large room. He jumped from the couch where he was reading and hugged her.

'Hey kid,' she said with a smile. 'What are you doing here? Don't you have a riding lesson?'

'Yeah, I'm just waiting for Parker…who's just right here!' She turned and saw a young man standing at the door.

She smiled at him. 'Hey Parker'.

He blushed and inclined his head slightly. She had to stop for rolling her eyes at the reaction.

She didn't like when people bowed or addressed her as 'princess' or 'Your Majesty', and every time she tried to treat them as equal, they reacted just as he did.

Henry hugged her and left with a smile on his young face. She watched until they disappeared in the corner of the corridor.

When she turned, she was greeted with her parents sitting together in another couch, with book on both laps.

'We didn't expect you until lunch,' Snow said as Emma sank into the couch where Henry had been, in front of them.

She usually wakes up before them, goes out to hunt or to ride her horse, always back for lunch. They refused to let her go at first. We have enough food, you don't need to go hunting, they said. Only she didn't do it for the food, she didn't even kill animals. She only put some traps and chased small animals. That way she made some exercise and had some time for herself in the quiet of the forest. Eventually, they let her go but they made her promise she wouldn't go too far. She was the princess after all.

She sighed thinking her answer.

'I was tired,' she lied.

'I see you had company'. She froze but then James pointed at the foreign sword.

'Oh, a guy tried to steal mine and he left his on his runaway'.

James nodded with a smile. 'You can leave it to the guards. They'll hand it to the dwarves to see if they can use it to make a new one for the Royal Guard.'

She shifted in the couch. 'Actually, I would like to keep it and give it a look.'

He frowned confused but shrugged. 'As you wish.'

She stared at them as they opened the books with a last smile and they resumed reading again. Emma wanted to spit out all the questions that were burning in her mind but, instead, she stood a led to her room.

She placed both swords slowly in her bed, along with the belt and her jacket, and looked through the window. She had at least three hours until lunch so she left the room and headed to the bathroom.

She found the bathtub ready and mentally thanked her maid.

Stretching like a cat, her eyes fell upon her own reflection in the mirror. She actually looked tired.

Slowly, pieces of clothes landed on the marble floor and she stepped into the water. Letting out a sigh of relief, she closed her eyes and let the warm relax her as the questions invaded her mind.

Why had she forgotten Regina? Obviously, someone had cast a spell on her but why? And who? She was the Saviour, she broke the curse and hell! she had slayed a dragon without even knowing how to handle a sword properly. Besides, if Regina found her it would be better if she knew who she was so she could stop her. Unless they thought she would never find Emma.

She remembered what she had told her back in the forest. Have you told anyone you've seen me?. Maybe they didn't know she was alive. Nah, how someone like Regina could go unnoticed? On the other hand, she has the magic on her side. She decided not to tell anyone she had seen her. For now. After all, Regina had found her and she didn't hurt her.

On the contrary, she thought with a smile. How did that happened? There was an obvious sexual tension between them but she never thought Regina wanted her that bad. Maybe that'swhy they erased her from her mind? Because everyone could see it but her back in Storybrooke? She shook her head, that was stupid. Mayor Mills wouldn't had let anyone know that.

She thought of the Mayor, the Regina she had met here wasn't like the Regina of Storybrooke. The Mayor would never wear black leather and boots, she thought with a chuckle. And she was such a tease. Who could think that the straight, serious and profesional Mayor could hide someone so different?

She raised her hands and saw bruises on her wrists. She bit her lips at the memory and closed her eyes again.

Back in her bedroom she put on black shorts and a classic white tank top. Luckily, she got the weavers to make her articles of clothes in which she felt comfortable and, that way, she wouldn't have to wear those long dresses all the time.

She stared back at her bed and let out a startled gasp. Now there weren't only two swords, but a small envelope with a very familiar handwriting. Regina's.