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So we laid my grandmother in her finial resting place on sunday so I dedicate this chapter to her. Isabella Grace, for ever my family's matriarch.

I also dedicate this chapter to my uncle who passed away today, just a few hours ago. Uncle David, he was just… amazing.

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I can hear planes flying over my head
Just hours before you occupied my bed
In our darkness, we conjured up sunlight
In our haste, our need, our thirst
We lost our sight
But I was inspired tracing the lines in your face
To the poetry the first time I heard your name
When I trip from your lips my heart was like a kick drum
And it silenced the guilt I wasn't raised to hurt anyone

Uh oh does he know that i'm lying in the afterglow
That i'm lying but I can't go, can't say now
Make him think he's crazy, while his paranoia grows
What he should be asking, is where did our love go
Then I wouldn't be baskin, in another man's afterglow
Where did the beat go
Where is the beat
Where did the beat go

Emma and Graham kneeled in front of Snow and Graham.

"The two of you have renounced the royal family of this kingdom. Do you deny this?" Charming asked, and Snow stared at her children, tears in her eyes as they stubbornly refused to meet either one of their parents' gazes.

"No we do not," Emma replied.

"What will you do with yourselves?" Snow asked softly.

"They are coming with me, your highness, to my palace in the mountains," Regina spoke up, coming to stand next to Emma and Graham, placing a hand on each of their shoulders.

Snow nodded as Liam moved to speak to Charming. "That sounds g-good."

"Captain and Lieutenant Jones have kindly offered their services to take you to the palace," Charming said, as Liam moved back to stand next to his brother.

Graham bowed his head. "Thank you but that is unnecessary. My sister and I will not be traveling with the royal family. We will make our own way there."

"But we insist," Killian said, leaning against the wall, watching both Emma and Graham carefully.

"But we must decline. We wouldn't want to take up your time or take resources away from the royal family," Emma replied stubbornly.

"We will take you up on your kind offer through Captain and Lieutenant," Regina said, smiling sadly T the two men.

"You are all dismissed," Charming sighed, rubbing his temples, weariness settling in his bones at the thought of what was to become of his most beloved children.

"We will always love you," Snow said rising from her throne to embrace her children, both of whom would don't hug her back.

"No matter how far away you are," Charming added on, hugging them as well, undeterred by the fact they wouldn't hug him back either.

"Emma I know you're in there love!" Killian shouted as he banged on the door. Emma groaned and put a pillow over her head.

Of course it has to be Hook that finds me, she thought sourly. She heard the door open and then felt her clothes hit her stomach.

"Get dressed Emma. Bealfire had been summoned by you parents so he won't be coming back here, to his room, anytime shortly love," Hook told her smirking, taking obvious joy in her discomfort. "Your parents have also ordered me to make sure your sword work and archery are up to a good standard."

Emma sat up; making sure the sheets covered her. "Well they haven't ordered me so leave Hook," she ordered, glaring at him, but he wasn't meeting her glaze, instead he was glazing at her body through the thin sheet. Emma threw her pillow at him and hit him right in the face.

"Just enjoying the view love," he said, smirking more as he handed her an edict from her parents. His smirk got larger as she started to swear under her breath, then she glared up at him. Of course he would be the one to hand her the edict ordering her to train with him.

"Get out Hook," she snapped.

"As you wish milady," he said, bowing mockingly at her. "If you are not out in three minutes through I will come in love," he warned, the smirk disappearing off his face as he let himself out.

Emma glared at the door ever few seconds as she quickly got dressed, knowing he would follow through on his threat. Curse him to hell, Emma thought bitterly as she pulled her boots on. So what if I came here for a quick break from reality. If Bea was good for one thing it was that. She exited the room, strapping on her sword she quickly made her way to the training grounds, Killian following right behind her.

She turned to face him once they reached their destination. "What first?" She spat out.

"I thought hand to hand would be a good start," he replied, moving over to the ring where hand to hand fights took place.

Emma followed and once in her spot both she and Killian threw their weapons to the side and started to circle one another, both refusing to do the tradition handshake at the beginning. Both knew that by them doing it they would only be mocking the tradition. It was meant to show respect and at the moment neither had much respect for the other.

Emma moved first, aiming a punch to Killian's head, which he blocked, just as she knew he would then she spun, elbowing him right in the jaw causing Killian to fall to the ground.

"You know it's a good thing I only feel your pain when someone else strikes you or if I've broken the skin because I'm sure you'll be feeling that for a while," Emma taunted.

Killian kicked her legs out from underneath her, causing her to fall.

"I'm sure you'll be feeling that too Love," he taunted back, standing up, just as she did and both attacked. Emma knew that Killian was holding back, not wanting to hurt her but she wanted, no needed to cause him some pain. She needed to inflict on him the pain he had caused her.

Killian knew what Emma was doing and through he defended himself he knew that he let her land more punches then she should have. He knew what she was doing and he couldn't believe that she was this mad at him. He had wanted to talk to her while they travelled to her Grandmother's palace, wanting to sort this entire situation out, but that hope was dashed when she refused to go along with that idea.

An hour later they finished sparing then they turned to dagger fighting, the sword fighting, dagger throwing and archery, all of which took up another six hours. By the time they were finished it was well and truly dark.

"What time to you leave in the morning?" Emma asked stiffly as they made their way back inside.

"Nine. Thinking of changing your mind love?"

"And be forced to spend more time with you? Not for a moment. I just wanted to know so I could avoid seeing you," she replied then made her way back to her lowly servants' quarters that she had be placed in once she denied the crown.

She closed the door behind her and changed for bed. She blew out the candle and laid down on her bed, staring up at the ceiling.

Where did we go wrong? She asked herself.

You went wrong when you pushed him away her conscious told her.

He pushed me away. He was the one that got secretive and wouldn't talk to me.

So you just go and get in bed with a boy who doesn't care about you just because your feelings where hurt.

My feelings weren't hurt, she snapped, getting mad at herself. She sat up and grabbed her sword and wrapped her hand around it, and felt the blood drip from her hand onto the floor, trying to shut out the voice

"I want to know why it all went wrong," she whispered to herself and a few tears ran down her face.

As she sat there crying her door opened and Killian walked in. He looked at her quietly as she avoided his gaze but she couldn't help but notice the bandage on his hand.

He walked over to her and quietly he cleaned up her hand. He wrapped the bandage and then put his mouth on one end and pulled it to make it more secure, almost causing Emma to stop breathing at the intimate position. He then cleaned her sword, while Emma just sat there, staring down at the floor.

Killian sat next to her then wrapped his arms around her, making sure that the tip of his hook wouldn't cut her. They just sat there and then lent back on the pillow.

"I wish this all made sense. All this fighting and hurting one another. I wish there was something for us to be fighting towards, instead of just fighting one another. I want to know why it all went wrong," she whispered.

Killian looked down at her but she was asleep.

"I'm sorry love, I really am," he whispered, brushing a lock of her hair aside with his hook and kissed her forehead, memorising her face, which for a change looked peaceful, into his mind and then he closed his eyes.

Both where unaware of the gentle light that pulsed from everywhere they touched, that spread to the rest of their bodies as they fell into a deep sleep.