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Chapter 10 – Anger
It had been 12 days by Emma's counts when Smee entered her cabin after knocking. The same way he did every single day. He had become the only company she had while eating. Or in any other time, actually. But she didn't mind.
The pirate placed the tray of food near her on the bed and Emma offered him a weak smile.
"M'lady." Smee smiled softly, trying to be pleasant, seeing her pick up the plate. Clearing his throat, he continued. "Maybe you could come up on deck. The sun is bright, there's just a light breeze..."
Emma shook her head.
"Please, M'lady... The Captain is sleeping, so you won't meet him." Smee saw her sigh, picking on her food, not eating fully like she always did. "Unless, you would like to see him..." He kept going carefully. "Though he's in a dreadful mood." He said more to himself than to her.
"He does not want to see me."
"M'lady… You have to hope."
Emma finally looked at the chubby pirate. "Why did he kidnapped me?"
"I belive he wanted to see you..." Smee whispered, afraid he could be heard.
Bowing her head, Emma started to pick on her food again. "I searched high and low for the pirates that killed him and Liam..."
"There were no pirates, M'lady." Smee blurted out.
Narrowing her eyes, Emma noticed the man biting his lip, like he knew something more. "Smee?"
"Aye, M'lady?"
"What is your first name?"
"William, M'lady."
Emma smiled. "You may call me Emma."
The pirate smiled warmly and bowed his head. "I believe the Captain wouldn't enjoy I would do that..."
"It is what I wish if I am to stay here." Emma said firmly but with softness in her tone.
"Aye, M'l... Emma." That gained him a smiled from her. "You should eat. And if you want to catch fresh air, you are welcome on deck."
Smirking a little as a thought came to her mind, Emma nodded. "Actually, William, may I ask something of you?"
"Of course, Emma." He cleared his throat, smiling.
"Could I get some different clothes please? It's quite chilly."
Smee nodded. "Quite easy. I'll get some fresh and warm clothes for you."
"...preferably pirate clothes?"
"I see what I can find. We don't have women clothes on board..."
"I'm fine with anything." Emma smiled innocently, now eating her food eagerly.
Not understanding her request, Smee smiled, finally seeing her eat. "If you would wait here, I'll bring them shortly."
Emma curtsied. "Thank you."
"You're welcome." Smee bowed and left in search of the clothes.
While waiting patiently, Emma thought of her plan carefully. She will make Killian talk to her, about them, about what really happened two years ago. And after a while, the chubby pirate appeared with the clothes she needed. "Thank you, William. I'll be out shortly."
At this, Smee nodded, waiting outside in the lower deck hallway.
Inside the cabin, Emma smirked a little as she dressed. Smee had found her pretty good clothes, black and small, almost her size. With little effort, she made the man's shirt tightly fit to her figure, leaving it open enough to show her cleavage. The pants were more difficult. But with the sewing kit Smee had given her days earlier, she quickly made them tight enough to show her curves.
When she got ready, a grin tugged on her lips seeing her image in the mirror. The final touch was fixing her hair to make it look bigger and sexier.
Giving a deep breath, Emma opened the door. With a wink at the surprised Smee, she went outside.
"M'lady, you're on a pirate ship. You may want to be… careful."
"Relax, William. It's all a part of the plan." Emma smiled innocently.
"Plan?" Smee held his hand towards the stairs to the upper deck, gaining no answer from her.
As they stepped out to the bright day, the soft but cold breeze hit them. The pirates up deck stared at her when she came out, but they knew better. The princess shouldn't be touched, nor would they try. Most of them were the same sailors on the Jewel of the Realm and they knew about the Princess and her engagement with their Captain.
"Good morning, gentlemen." Emma nodded, now recognizing them as Killian and Liam's fellow sailors as they bowed their heads.
"M'lady." One of them said, bowing his head as she passed by.
Noticing the scar on his bare arm, Emma frowned. "What happened to you, Mr…?"
"Adams, Your Highness. The same thing that happened to our Captain. Though I got lucky and got out with only a scar." The man spoke low.
"Who did this to you?"
Adams looked down. "If you want any answers, better talk with the Captain, M'lady."
Emma sighed, stepping closer. "Adams, please. Killian won't talk to me."
Looking around, Adams nodded slowly. "A royal ship attacked us. With our kingdom flags, M'lady." His tone was angry but low.
The princess stared at him in disbelief. The sailor only nodded. "No…"
"Aye." Behind her, a familiar low voice answered for Adams.
Emma turned around quickly.
A few steps away, Killian was behind her with a stern look, his thumb tucking into his belt while his hooked arm was resting on the hilt of his sword. She could see his eyes following the line of her body quickly before staring into her eyes.
"Killian, my father gave me the news..." She said carefully, stepping closer to him. "He had tears in his eyes. He loved you and Liam."
The former lieutenant frowned, the rage simmering underneath his skin. "He sent soldiers after us. They murdered my brother! They said I would never marry the King's daughter!"
Emma teared up, stepping even closer. "WHO, Killian? MY FATHER WANTED US TO MARRY!" Her anger was coming out.
A growl came out of his lips. "WHO ELSE WOULD WANT ME DEAD THEN?!"
"Maybe a suitor?" Emma was right in front of him now.
"They had plenty of opportunities before, Emma. We were engaged for 3 years! Everyone, in all the kingdoms, knew you were taken." Killian stepped away.
Emma grabbed his arm. "Don't you DARE turning away from me! You know very well that some princes are actually used to get what they want! WHO TOLD YOU THAT YOU WOULD NEVER MARRY ME?!"
"THE MAN I KILLED WITH MY HOOK!" His blue eyes were dark with rage as he held the silver appendage in front of her.
Emma didn't flinch, didn't took her green eyes from his. "Go ahead. Kill me. You are so angry, that you push aside the woman you love. So do it. I rather be dead if I can't have you." She hissed, her cheeks flushed with anger.
Killian gritted his teeth, frowning as he pulled away roughly from her hold, slamming the door of his cabin.
"MY FATHER WOULD NEVER DO THIS!" Emma screamed at the door. Silence was all she got from the other side.
Narrowing her eyes, Emma stormed to the helm, turning the ship around roughly.
As Killian sensed the ship sudden movement, he got out of the cabin. "Bloody hell! What… Emma! Get out of THERE!"
"NO!" She turned it again hard.
Trying his best not to fall at the sudden movements, Killian growled, wobbling to her. Roughly, he grabed her arm, while one of his pirates took the helm.
Emma tried to push him away all the way to her cabin. "We need to talk to my father, Killian!"
"Aye. So, I can stab him with my hook." He said without thinking, dragging her inside the cabin.
Furious, Emma pushed him hard against the wall, holding a dagger to his throat. "DON'T MOVE."
Narrowing his eyes, Killian growled. "What are you going to do, /Princess/?"
Pushing him hard into her bed, Emma pinned him down, breathing hard.
Killian looked up at her, his blue eyes dark and serious against bright and furious green. "Are you going to kill me, Your Highness?" His voice low, emotionless.
Emma glared at him before kissing him hard. She heard a deep growl escape from him. In the same moment, Killian kissed her back, far from being tender.
The kiss was rough, tongues clashing, teeth biting. Every sense of frustration and love was in it.
All of Killian's anger was on that kiss, while his hand gripped her hip tight, pressing her against him. Bruises will be there the next day for sure. But Emma didn't care. She groaned, gripping his hair, grinding into him, feeling the effect she was having on him.
Flipping her around, Killian slammed her against the bed, never leaving her lips in a sense of longing. He felt her legs wrap around his waist, hearing her grunt softly. And all of the sudden, it was over. He pulled back completely from the warm and eager body of his princess.
"Don't do that again." Without giving her a glance, he left the cabin, locking her in.
Not being able to keep the tears in, Emma buried her face in the pillow.
Angrier than before, Killian returned to his cabin and swigged not his flask but a full bottle of rum.
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