A/N okay, here's your chapter seven, I hope you all enjoy. I continue to get reviews about Emma's lack of siblings, in sorry to those of you who that is important to, but as of right now, it really can't be changed. A thank you to everyone who has favorited and followed so far. And to those who haven't, please do! Don't forget to review, and most importantly, enjoy!
"Where are we going?!" Emma asked, getting extremely tired of wandering around the town with this man. By this point in time he was practically dragging her by the arm. On many occasions Emma had tried to stop, but he seemed to be very determined that they kept moving.
"To a small cottage, just outside of this town." Killian said.
"Why?" Emma asked, her voice laced with all kinds of different emotions. For one thing she was extremely annoyed, but also scared. Once again, not because he was in any way scary, but simply because it was in her nature to be afraid to be alone with anyone that wasn't royalty or in uniform. In fact, Emma couldn't remember a time in her life that she had been alone with a commoner.
"Because it's about to start pouring and the woman that owns it will let us stay there until we can get back to my place." Killian said in annoyance, then tugged in her arm a bit more. "Come on, pick up the pace."
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"Ed, you're worrying too much." Kingsley said as he watched his brother pace back and forth.
"This is your fault!" Edric said, accusingly pointing his finger at his brother. "Your the one that brought up 'the strain on our resources' and 'only a few' and now my future bride is out there somewhere, missing. She could be dead, or dying and we wouldn't know because we only have five people looking for her!"
"You need to calm down." Kingsley said slowly, taking his brother by the shoulder and walking him out of the room. "Come with me and my friends tonight, take your mind off of this girl. You're already acting like you're married, and quite honestly, it's sad."
"I felt bad lying to the king about how many guards we sent out." Edric said quietly as they walked down the hall.
"That's politics, brother, besides he's not your king. Not yet anyway, and hopeful once he is, he won't be for long." Kingsley said with a grin that his brother didn't quite like. Edric knew is brother was much more interested in the politics of ruling a country, but lately it was different. For the past months, almost a year, both Kingsley and his father seemed to slowly become more interested in the politics than anything else.
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When they reached the cottage Emma was not impressed. As like most of the things she had seen in the past few days, it was small. The cottage had only four rooms, two bedrooms, a main room and a kitchen, with a small out house off to the side. They hardly made it there before the rain started, and that at least Emma was happy about. After dinner, the kind old woman, who told Emma to call her Granny, showed them to the guest room. Emma stared blankly at the small room, not at all excited when she heard what the sleeping arrangements were.
"There's only one bed in here." Emma stated looking at the small mattress, one of only three pieces of furniture in the otherwise empty bedroom of the extremely small cottage. Killian set his satchel down on the bedside table then sat in the only chair. He sat down with a thud that was loud enough to shake the old wood floor and make his dagger slide out of his satchel.
"Your point?" He asked, his head resting on his hand, his eyes heavy and tired.
"Well I'm not going to share the bed." Emma said in her most bratty tone.
"Nor should you." Killian said then went to grab something from his bag.
"Aren't you going to sleep?" Emma asked, confused since they had been walking nonstop for hours and from the sound of it, they would be doing it again in the morning once the rain let up.
Killian chuckled, "what so that you can run off in the middle of the night? I don't think so. No, you can go on and sleep, I however am just fine with sitting here and making sure you don't leave."
"You're just going to sit there and watch me sleep?" Emma asked, getting a nod in reply, she huffed and crossed her arms over her chest. "Well, you're going to be awfully tired in the morning." Emma muttered under her breath as she crawled into the small bed.
Some time went by and Emma slowly began to drift off while Killian sat there and wrote in his journal. The sound of him writing was enough to wake Emma up from her very, very short nap. He seemed to be angry by the sound his pencil made, it moved across the paper in short quick movements. Emma grunted burying her head under the covers so that she wouldn't have to hear the scraping of the lead against the paper. After a while it stopped and Emma heard Killian put both the pencil and book down.
"You still awake?" He asked, looking over at the mass of covers that hid her body. Emma sighed and pulled the covers off her head.
"Yes, thanks to all that noise you've been making." She said in annoyance.
"Well I'm done now." He stated, grabbing something from his bag and standing up to walk over to the bed. "Scoot over a bit." He said, looking down at her.
"Why?" Emma asked defiantly. "You said you weren't going to sleep."
"I changed my mind, now move."
"I told you I'm not sharing." Emma said refusing to move. Killian looked at her with raised eyebrows and crossed his arms.
"You're not going to move?" He asked, Emma shook her head.
Killian sighed and bent down so that his knees were resting on the side of the bed. He put his arms underneath Emma and not-so-gently pushed Emma to the other side of the bed. Emma shrieked but he simply ignored her, going to remove his boots and then crawl in bed beside her. Emma turned herself so that she was facing away from him.
"Sit up." Killian ordered in an at least somewhat kind tone. Emma sat up and so did he.
"Good, now give me your hand." Killian said.
"No, why?" Emma moved both her hands as far from him as possible but Killian simply grabbed Emma's left arm and pulled it so that he had her hand in his.
Killian took a small rope and began to tie their left wrist together.
"What are you doing?" Emma asked, trying to pull her hand away, but his grip was too strong.
"This way, you can't leave without me." Killian said pulling on the knot with his right hand and his teeth. "There, now we can sleep."
Killian lied down and Emma was forced to follow him. Emma unconsciously pulled her left hand up to place it under her head, causing Killian to basically wrap his arm around her. Emma grunted and dropped her hand to her side again.
"My father would have you killed if he found out about this." Emma mumbled grumpily.
"Ah, well then it's a good thing he doesn't know." Killian said wrapping his arm around Emma's waist and pulling her closer just to make her upset.
Emma tried to squirm away but eventually gave up. As much as she hated to admit it she liked this feeling of him holding her as she fell asleep. Emma tried her best to ignore it but it was hard when she could feel him so close.
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When morning came Emma was the first to wake up. Killian was fast sleep, his left arm draped across Emma's body, making him almost lying on top of her. Emma sighed uncomfortably, trying to wiggle out from under him without waking him up. It wasn't working. She tried to move a different way and was, very unpleasantly, poked in the rib with something sharp. Emma bit down on her tongue, trying not to shout with pain.
"Damn you!" She whispered glaring at Killians sleeping face.
Emma moved the same way, this time being much more careful. It poked her again and Emma smiled, perhaps it was a knife that she could use to cut herself free. She moved around with her right hand until she finally found the tiny pocket that contained the sharp object. Emma wrinkled her eyebrows, it must've been a rather small knife. Still she worked around until she successfully brought the object into view. Emma held it up proudly in front of her face to see, then frowned. A pencil.
Emma huffed, blowing a piece of hair out of her face and threw the pencil across the room. Only she didn't realize that all her moving about and the sound of the pencil hitting the wall was enough to wake Killian. He looked at her through one eye and smiled, she's trying to escape, how cute. Killian closed his eyes again and went back to "sleeping".
Emma suddenly remembered the dagger he had, but it was on the table on the other side of the bed. Emma looked back at Killian, he seemed to be out cold, a very heavy sleeper, so maybe she could crawl over him without him noticing. Emma took a quiet deep breath then began to slowly move, pushing Killian this way and that until she had a good view of the dagger. Emma reached out to grab it but it was too far away, from the looks of it she would have to be directly on top of Killian to grab it.
Emma sighed, I can't believe I'm doing this. Emma crawled over until she was lying on top of Killian, his stomach to her back. He didn't seem notice, a very heavy sleeper indeed, she thought. Emma successfully grabbed the dagger and brought it up to cut her hand free when Killian suddenly moved.
He snatched the dagger from her hand and held it to her throat, pulling her left arm down with his own. Emma screamed and shut her eyes tight. Killian removed the dagger from her throat, but only for a moment so that he could cut their hands free and turn it around so that she was pinned underneath him. Once Killian was on top of her the dagger went back to Emma's throat and she winced again.
"Where do you think your going princess?" He asked almost in a flirty endearing sort of way. Emma eyes widened at the word, but she quickly assumed he meant it as a nickname. He couldn't possibly know, she hadn't told him.
"I- I had to use the restroom and I didn't want to wake you," Emma lied quickly, then glanced at the dagger. "Please don't hurt me!" Killian laughed.
"You think I'm going to hurt you?" He asked with a smile.
"You're holding a dagger to my throat!" Emma nearly yelled.
"Want to know a secret?" He asked leaning in very close to her face. Emma didn't respond, just stared blankly, like a deer, into his deep blue eyes as he continued talking. "This dagger can't hurt you, it's been enchanted so that it can't cut a human." Emma's eyes widened and she pushed Killian off of her.
"Oh, you!- I thought you were actually going to hurt me! What sort of bandit runs around with a dagger that can't do anything?!" Emma asked hitting him with a pillow and scooting away from him. She instinctively pulled the covers up over her chest in a protective sort of way that only made Killian laugh.
"It most certainly can do something, for instance it just cut that rope. Besides I'm a bandit not a murderer and therefore I have no need for a flesh cutting knife." Killian said with a smile as he admired his dagger then waved it around Emma's face, "plus it was enough to scare you."
"You... are very childish!" Emma said as Killian continued to wave the dagger about and grin like an idiot.
"Why thank you, I try."
Emma grumbled something under her breath and stood up, throwing all the pillows and blankets on top of Killian as she did. She went over to where she had taken of her shoes and quickly put them on. After that Emma began to stomp to the back door of the room that led outside.
"Where are you going?" Killian asked, not really caring all that much.
"Out!" Emma yelled before walking out the door and slamming it behind her. Killian smiled, knowing that it was still pouring rain outside. He counted to three then heard Emma screaming, two seconds later the door flung open with a soaking wet, and very furious, girl on the other side.
