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Chapter 10: We can build our own Metropolis

"You what?!" Her father yelled, now standing.

"David-" Snow warned, slowly rising to her feet. She moved towards her husband and rested a hand on his shoulder to try and calm him.

"I rescind my right to the throne. I don't want it." Emma said through clenched teeth. Her frustration was rising, but she was doing her best to keep her cool so her parents would listen to her.

"But Emma, dear, why-"

Emma cut her father off. " I don't want it. I never did. I don't want to be Queen-it's not me."

"But, sweetie." Her mother tried. "You're the princess. You've been trying for this your whole life."

"For you two." Emma confessed. "I only did all of that to make you two happy. I never wanted the crown. It's not who I am. I am not meant to be Queen."

Her father sat down, rubbing his forehead. He sighed and finally looked up at her." Are you sure?"

Emma nodded." Positive. I believe James would make a fine ruler."

"He always took more of an interest in politics and royal affairs. That was never for you. You always wanted to play and get dirty." Her father joked. Emma smiled for his effort. It couldn't be easy hearing your firstborn saying they did not want to inherit what you were planning to leave to them and rule as Queen of their kingdom. "James?" The King questioned.

"I look forward to being King,father." He simply stated. Their father was satisfied with that answer and he rose and walked towards them. He put his hands on Emma's shoulders and looked her right in the eye. "You'll be great at whatever you do."

"Thanks dad."

"I might just have an idea."

"Killian!" Emma yelled as she ran towards him. He had been in the garden, waiting for her to join him for their daily walk. They convinced Doc that Killian could use the change of scenery and fresh air and Emma could benefit from hearing about his travels.

Emma jumped on him, not so gracefully. He wrapped her up in his arms, obviously confused but no objecting. He lifted her slightly off the ground, She wrapped her arms around his next, letting her one hand play with his hair.

They stayed like that for a few moments until he,slowly, let her down. He kept her close, neither of them want into move."I'm not complaining, love, but that was quite the greeting."

"I did it." Emma whispered.

"Did what?" He leaned back, raising his eyebrow.

"Gave up my claim to the throne."

Killian let go of her and stepped back. " Emma, why would you do that?"

"I didn't want to be queen. I want to be free to chose my fate. I don't want it chosen for me. "

"Buy what will you-"

"My father wants me to help train young soldiers. Be a teacher almost. Teach them science and math and how to fight."

"Fighting?" Killian laughed.

"I'm tougher than I look!" Emma pointed out.

"I have no doubt of that love." He said stepping back to her. He looked her in the eyes. His blue eyes were filled with concern for her, hope that she didn't make this rash decision because of him."Are you sure?"

"Yes. This is what I want." She told him. He just nodded his approval for her. "There is another upside though."

"And what's that love?" Killian asked.

"I am free to court whoever I please."

Killian smiled from ear to ear down at her."Then I guess I should get your father's permission so we can make this official."

"Really?" Emma questioned him. They had been together for a few months and it was clear to both of them that this would lead somewhere, but they had never talked about it. Every conversation about the future had been vague since neither of them had known what the future would bring.

"Really, my love." He told her, smile still on his face, his eyes serious yet filled with joy and commitment. "I've been wanting to make this official for a while. You know I care about you, love."

" I know. This all just seems so quick."

" We can take this slow if you want love. I intend to do right by you."

Emma smiled and leaned into his embrace. He kissed her head and whispered something that she could not make out. "What was that?"

"I love you." He whispered again.

Emma pulled back to look at him, to make sure she had heard him right, to make sure he was sure. He could have just said it out of the heat of the moment, or by accident. Despite the nervousness on his face, he looked sure. He had no doubts. "Emma, I-"

"I love you, too." She managed into a quiet whisper.

"Really?" His joy overtook him.

Emma just nodded and he swooped her up into his arms again, spinning her around as she laughed and cried, both from joy. " I love you. " He kept whispering into her hair.

"We are in this together." Emma thought to herself out loud, not caring if he heard her. "Nothing will stop us."

"I'd like to see something try, my love. I love you more than anything else."

"Good. I love you too."