Chapter 2

Fireworks were lighting up the sky as hundreds of guests entered the castle and even more citizens waited outside hoping to catch a glimpse of the princess and her future bride. No expense was spared this evening. Guests from all the kingdoms and even other realms were in attendance, decked out in their finest.

Queen Snow White sat in her chair, with David in the seat to her left and Emma, as her heir, seated to her right. Snow was dressed in a billowing lavender gown. David too was dressed to the hilt, with his red jacket and clean white breeches, lined in gold. However, none was as made up as the Princess herself. A deep red gown, low cut, was fitted tightly at her bust and stomach before flaring at the waist. It had taken hours to finish dressing, but her hair was now up and her makeup was perfect. She stared out at the crowd of guests, each coming up to speak as allowed by Jefferson, and paying their respect to the royal family.

Hors d'oevours were passed among that guests as the princess' anxiety increased. She had a bad feeling about this night.

"Calm down Little Swan," Killian laughed, moving to the heir's side and smoothing down his dark tuxedo. "By tonight you will have a beautiful woman in your bed."

"We are not going to be married tonight Killian."

"I know, but you are going to…sample the goods right?" he snickered. Emma shook her head at her best friend. He was never going to change.

Suddenly there was a hush among the crowd, as a man dressed in a military uniform stepped forward.

"Your majesty, Queen Snow White. I am Duke Elliot of Weselton. With your blessing, I am here to offer my daughter, Isabelle, to your daughter, Princess Emma of the Enchanted Forest." As Snow nodded, Emma craned her neck to try and see.

"My blessing is granted," Snow said.

With the banging of drums, a long line of women came forward carrying what looked like gifts. Emma had to slap Killian several times as he leered at the gift bearers.

The pomp and circumstance was beginning to annoy the princess, and just before she herself called it to a halt, the noise stopped.

"I present to you, Isabelle of Weselton."

The crowd at the back parted to reveal what was most certainly a beautiful woman. Long flowing blonde hair, and eyes that were the most startling shade of blue. The crowd gasped and murmured as the woman made her way down the makeshift aisle. She wore a long gold dress, cut enticingly to show off her curves, which she had aplenty.

Turning to the side, Emma caught Killian giving her a thumbs up and a grin. Sure the woman wasn't her usual type. She herself preferred brunettes, but her mother had certainly chosen a striking woman. As the woman reached the Duke of Weselton, he took her hand and held it out towards Emma.

The Princess slowly walked forward, feeling a cold sweat breakout on the back of her neck. She knew nothing about this woman, except for the fact that she filled out a dress well. Emma bowed to the woman and Duke.

There was no way she was going to agree to an engagement to a stranger.

"May I talk to you for a moment….alone?" Emma asked. Without waiting for an answer, Emma took the beautiful woman by the hand and led her to nearby room. The princess opened the door, allowing her fiancée to enter first. Well she is certainly looking good from the back, Emma thought.

"Am I not pleasing to your eyes, your highness," the woman said as soon as the door was closed.

"Oh no! You are fine. You are beautiful. I just figured that…if we are going to be married we should talk and get to know one another."

"Don't worry your highness, for the past 10 years I have been taught everything I needed to serve you." Emma nodded, seriously wondering just what they taught the girl.

"Well ok. I would like to know about you then." Emma said. "What do you like to do?"

"Whatever you like."

"No no. What do YOU like? For instance, what types of music do you like?"

"Whatever music you like your highness. You have an affinity for guitars no?"

"Yes Yes. I like guitars, but what do you like? I need to know your tastes. What about food. Do you have a favorite food?"

"Yes. Pastries. Particularly bear claws." Emma groaned at the answer. Her mother had certainly done her research.

"Seriously woman," Emma exclaimed. "What? You're going to do whatever I tell you and like whatever I like for the rest of your life?"

"But of course your highness."

"Ok then. Prove it." Emma said. "Oink like a pig." Expecting an argument, Emma was thrown back when the blue-eyed beauty before her began oinking. You've got to be kidding me.

"Now hop like a rabbit, but don't stop oinking." Emma said. The woman began hopping, the heels on her feet hitting the marble floor. Emma was just about to say stop, as the door behind them opened, her mother walking in.

"Getting to know on another?" the Queen asked.

"Mother…we need to talk."

[SQ]

"Such a beautiful night for your birthday Emma," Snow said as they walked in the palace gardens. "The stars are easily visible and the temperature is perfect.

"Mother, I am not sure I am ready to be married." Snow stopped abruptly, turning to face her only child.

"Emma….I know we don't usually discuss these things, but I assumed you knew what to do on your wedding night. If you need help, your father would be the one you need to-"

"No," Emma nearly screamed. "That is not what I mean, and we will never talk about those things."

"Then what's wrong?"

"Mother I am 28. I will be chair of the council, yet I have never seen anything. I've never been out of this realm. I have yet to see and experience the other worlds."

"AH! So you've been picking up on Killian's habits I see."

"Wha-"

"It's fine Emma. I appreciate you wanting to do all that before marriage and I agree."

"Moth-"

"Go. See the realms. Fulfill your every desire. With whomever you wish. Eat, Drink and….fornicate, and in a month or so, come back and marry Isabelle."

"Now Mom…." Emma wanted to stomp her foot. Her mother never listened.

"It's settled." Snow said.

[SQ]

Snow set the date for the wedding 10 days after Emma was scheduled to return. While the guests were surprised at the schedule change and the sudden announcement of the Princess' travel plans, none were going to question it.

"This trip is going to be amazing!" Killian said as he busted into the Princess' personal library. "A month of fucking our way across the realms. I can taste the native women of Neverland now."

"Kill," she said. "I have something else in mind."

"What? Oz? I am fine with Oz. Never fucked a munchkin, but I don't mind trying something different."

"No. I intend to find my bride."

"What's wrong with the woman you have now," Killian stroked his chin. "Are you telling me you didn't want to rip her dress off with your teeth the moment you saw her. I know I did."

"Yes she was sexy, but Killian…you are my best friend because you treat me like a normal person. I want that in a wife. I want a woman that is going to stimulate my mind as well as my body."

"And where do you think you are going to find such a woman?"

"The realm of Earth."