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Ch. 11 Just Human Nature to Kiss a Girl.

It had only been a few hours since the race, but they boys and Emma were still amped up from the blonde's victory. It felt good to Emma to be sitting drinking glasses of ale, which she had decided tasted like piss. The tipsy feeling from the ale kept her from caring what the warm drink tasted like. Tye then stood up from his chair as brothel girls handed all of them small glass of amber liquor, she could only guess to be whisky.

"To Emma," he lifted his glass everyone mimicking his actions, "for showing the world that her girly horse can race!" Everyone laughed and cheered then downed the amber liquid. Emma shook her head as the fluid burned her stomach. Chasing it with the piss water.

"Well hello there beautiful," a barmaid sat on the wobbly wooden bench next to her. In her drunken state Emma laughed at the woman's come on. This was another first for her, woman have never hit on her, but then again she never had been to a brothel either. "You look like you could use a little fun tonight. I am Red." Red smiled presenting a hand to the princess. Emma just kept laughing at the beautiful brown haired woman. Emma hadn't noticed that after the toast the boys had left her alone having each found themselves companions for the moment.

"Emma," she drunkenly stuck out her hand. Red shook it happily.

"So what are you doing in a place like this? I mean not that I mind, but beautiful woman don't usually come in here." Emma took notice of the woman's bright white smile.

"I'm drunking," Emma slurred.

"I see that, but why?"

"Because the man I like ran off of somewhere," she said drunkenly waving her hand in the air to emphasize her statement before taking drink of the bitter liquid. Spilling some of the liquid dripped down her chin and neck. She giggled as wiped her chin.

"Then that man does not know what he is missing." She said before leant over licking the liquid from her neck. A small moan came from Emma throat. It was the alcohol that caused her to unwillingly moan in desire. The liquor in her system and her built up frustrations made her enjoy this sexual attention more than a princess should have. The girl bit her neck softly leaving a dark mark than pulled back whispering in her ear, "Tell me does he make you moan like that?"

"I-I What? Who?" She asked the ale had finally done its job by erasing there earlier conversation for her mind. She had reached the point of drunkenness that she had never been at and she didn't care. Everything started to black out she consciously couldn't remember how long she was sitting next to the brunette, but she didn't care. All she knew was they were talking, but of what she had no idea. In fact she was lost in her mind thinking but not thinking. To her it felt like she was floating in the space of her mind and every time she blinked that darkness felt like it lasted for minutes, hours, even years.

Her minds started to play tricks, because when she blinked the figure in front of her was no longer Red but her prince. It wasn't his brother either it was HER Redge. He was so close to her mouth. He was going to kiss her. She felt the excitement of his breath on hers. "Redge," she whispered as his lips touched hers and hers eyes instinctively shut. She felt nothing. Desperate she kept kissing Redge hoping for a late spark or something other than this dull feeling.

When she opened her eyes from the kiss all hell was about break loose. She hadn't felt the prince's lips leave her. In front of her she though saw Tye shirtless pants hanging from his hips. She couldn't understand his words, but he was angry.

She blinked. Someone pushed him and now she was angry without thinking she found the person she thought it was and pushed them.

She blinked. A fist flew at her face even in her state she vaguely saw herself dodging the blow.

She blinked. She looked around at the all-out brawl. She just kept throwing punches and dodge them. If she got hit she would be done.

She blinked. There were now royal guards surrounding the boys and her. Looking around there were knocked out bodies surrounding them. "Fuck." She could feel her mouth as the words crossed her lips.

She blinked. Now she was standing in front of her parents in the great hall of the castle he mother was in her robe. While her father was pacing in his own robe. Both were looking at her as if they had asked her something.

She blinked. But this time when she opened her eyes the bright sun was shining into her room causing her to groan in pain. Her head was pounding and the room was spinning. Out of nowhere a wave of sickness came over her. She rushed to the restroom barely making it before throwing up. The tastes of the rancid alcohol burned twice as bad coming up then it did doing down. The worst part is that when she thought she was done more just came up in columns.

"Emm-whoa," she didn't even look to know that Tye had walked in to find her face deep in her own vomit. "Apparently you had way more fun than I thought," he said rushing to hold her hair and rub circles on her back. "Edge is gonna kill me."

"Shut up." Emma growled appreciating the man's gestures of comfort. Five minutes later after every last bit of alcohol was purged out of her system she crawled into her bed. She still felt horrible, but her bed was enough comfort allowing her to ignore the horrible feeling.

"Your parents want to see all of us in your mother's office in an hour and a half," Emma groaned she really did not to deal with either of her parents or anyone for a matter of fact. Tye chuckled then with a wave of his hand produced a two containers and plate of shredded ginger. "Here drink this first," he said handing her a goblet with a small amount of deep purple liquid. Taking a sip she almost puked again the flavor of the liquid was bitter and sharp. "Don't spit it out. It will make your hangover more bearable." She quickly down the rest of the liquid. Tye switched the nasty goblet with a jug to help chase the naste liquid, which Emma quickly drank from without thinking. This liquid was sweet and thin. As she drank she found she could not stop the liquid was flavorful and quenched her unknown dying thirst. "I would slow down if you don't want to throw up from over indulgent, sis." His words finally stopping her long drags.

"What happened," She said slightly gasping for air.

"In short I got laid. You made out with a whore. She gave you a love bite right about there." Tye pointed to a spot on the left side of his neck. Causing Emma to reach up to cover the same spot on her neck. "Than the whore decided she needed to touch you inappropriately." Emma's eyes got big. First thoughts being that she lost her virginity in a whore house, "don't worry sis I stopped her from doing anything I would have killed her for," he chuckled, "Though it did start an argument. To which you set off an all-out brawl in the place. I must say though you are a pretty good drunk fighter," he laughed. "Then the royal guard plus your own personal guard, Graham, came; stopping all the fighting. We got escorted to a carriage where you were hilariously talking about everything and anything. At the castle your parents where pissed and you just laughed out Snow rhymes with hoe."

"Oh my god I am dead," Emma said horrified. She unintentionally called her mother a hoe, she was dead.

"Yea, you are. If I makes you feel better I laughed," she just glared angrily at him. "Anyways drink the rest of that jug and get ready for judgment day, sis." He turned to leave.

"Tye," he turned and look at her, "Why are you guys calling me sis?"

"Because no matter what you are our sister. One of us." He smiled and she returned it. Then he left her to dress.

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The medicine had done what it was supposed to. She no longer had a headache and her vomiting had completely stopped, but she still didn't feel all herself. She was weary and lethargically. "Never again." She said as she walked to her mother's office. That was another thing, she didn't want to have to deal with mother or father. Sighing she entered her mother's office. The Dark Princes where all there, except Redge. Also Killian and Neal stood on the other side away from princes. She made contact with her personal guard Graham who stood off to the side waiting his queen and king to arrive. The room was dead silent no one knew what was going on, yet all were on edge. The tension in the room stayed this way until her parents entered 5 minutes later. She watched as her mother sat behind her desk and her father stood just behind her.

"I am glad to see all of you make it on time." Both Emma's parents face where unreadable, but she knew they were angry, "it has come to our attention that the way this courtship process has been going may not be in the interest of the kingdom and its people. So we have decide that this will end as of today." Snow looked directly at Emma.

"What?" Emma said angrily.

"After last night's events we have decided that within the next few weeks if you have not chosen a husband we will do it for you." Snow could see Emma anger boiling over.

"You can't do that!" Emma growled looking at her father for assistance.

"We can and we are." Her father backed up her mother.

"Just because last night got a little out of hand-" She was cut-off by her mother.

"A little out of hand! You were drunk in a whore house and started a fight!" Her mother slammed her hands on the desk and stood angrily seething at her daughter.

"Your majesty if I could-" Tye to interject unwilling to let his friend take the blame.

"No. No you can't. Just because you are out of control and corrupt in your own kingdom doesn't mean you can come here to MY kingdom and do the same. Your four are lucky I haven't thrown you in the dungeon for corrupting my daughter," She yelled.

"Are you even listening to yourself," Emma inserted herself, "They did not corrupt me, because I am not corrupt. It was meant to be fun, but it got out of hand because of me. I willingly went with them. I drank myself stupid. I started the fight. If anything they were just trying to protect me." Emma challenged her mother.

"And it was I who looked bad. I did not raise you to be like," snow gathered her words angrily, "them." she pointed angrily at the brothers. The room was engulfed in a thick silence that seemed too spanned for minute. "You will choose or I will." Emma panicked Redge wasn't there. How could he fairly compete with the other two if he wasn't there?

"But Redge-" her mother cut her off again.

"That is another thing if Prince Redge is not here but next Sunday. He will have forfeited his chance to at courting you," Snow said.

"What!" Emma yelled in shock.

"Your majesty be reasonable." Tye stepped forward, "My brother should not be punished for my actions. What we did," he motioned to his brother's and Emma, "was irresponsible and immature."

"I agree." Snow concurred, "But he is not here while both Killian and Neal are. How is that fair to them knowing that they are taking this serious while your brother is who knows where?"

"That is just your assumption. I know my brother he wouldn't have left if it wasn't important," Tye argued.

"One day you will learn decisions are made on assumption." Once again a thick silence filled the room until Snow broke it, "this is my decision." The look on Tye's face told Emma that he was more than not happy. "From now on, Emma, Graham will be with you no matter what or who you are with, is that understood?" sighing Emma found there was no way to fight her mother and merely nodded.

"Are WE done here?" Tye wave to his brothers.

"What?" Snow asked thrown off by the moody prince's question.

"Are we done?" Tye oozed anger. If Snow had any fear of the dangerous prince she didn't show it, but she nodded releasing the brothers. Tye sharply turned and all but ran out the doors with his brothers hot on his heels. Emma felt the urge to follow the fuming prince, but knew better than to leave her mother requested presence.

"Emma I know this seems unfair, but this has to be done especially after last night's events," Her mother sighed. There was no point in arguing her parents minds were made up. Emma merely nodded unhappily at the decision and left the room with Graham hot on her heels.