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Killian waited awhile in the room, decided to unpack a few things and get himself relaxed before checking on Emma. But much to his surprise it was extremely easy to find her. In fact all he had to do was open the door and there she was staring at him with her arms crossed over her chest.

"Well, that was easy." Killian muttered to himself, "what are you doing here, Swan?"

"Would you stop calling me that?" Emma asked in annoyance, ignoring his question.

"No, I like it." He replied rather bluntly before rephrasing the question. "Why are you just standing there?"

"The people downstairs are disgusting." Emma lied. Seeing as the truth was that she was afraid to socialize with them if he wasn't there, but more afraid to admit that aloud.

"Not your crowd?"

"Not in the least." That at least was true.

"You know, if we keep up this little charade of ours, you're going to have to spend a lot more time with 'those people' as you call them." Killian stated with a little eyebrow raise that made Emma roll her eyes. But he was right, she would have to get used to this eventually. But they were just so strange to her, and she wasn't exactly what you would call a 'people person' to begin with.

"And just how long is this 'little charade' going to last?" Emma asked, deciding to change the subject. She wasn't looking forward to any teasing that Killian already had planned, besides this was actually something she wanted to know.

"I imagine a couple of months, give or take a week or two." Killian said after thinking about it for a moment. It seemed like if they kept moving they could be finished and back in the capitol by the end of a couple of months, though by the look on her face Emma didn't seem to pleased about it. "Something wrong with that, Swan?"

"No." Emma lied just before an idea came to her head. "How long are we staying at this inn?"

"Just tonight."

"Can we stay another day?" Emma asked, trying not to sound too hopeful.

"I thought you despised it here." Killian inquired with a smirk that Emma fought hard not to return.

"I do. But you're right, I need to get used to these people and I overheard from a woman downstairs say that there is going to be a party here tomorrow night. Seems like a perfect way for me to get to know them." Emma said with a forced smile that she often used on her parents to get what she wanted. Though from the looks of it the smile wasn't really working on Killian, well, at least not at first.

"Alright, I suppose it's not that big of a set back."

...

"I want my best men on it!" Frederick shouted as he left his office then turned and stuck his head back in the door. "And all of those men are to be fired and tried for treason once their caught!"

"Now that's a bit harsh, don't you think, father?" Kingsley said just as his dad turned around. Frederick had been raging about the incident all morning, even while he was getting his nose taken care of by the doctor.

"What are you doing here?" Frederick asked, starting down the hall and ignoring his sons original remark.

"Mom asked me to check on you, make sure you didn't do anything rash." Kingsley said, walking two steps behind his father. "You haven't done anything rash, have you?"

"Like sock David in the face? No... not yet anyway." Frederick said bitterly. Kingsley fought back a laugh, unlike his father he found the whole ordeal, from the missing couple to the punch in the face, very humorous.

"Father, I don't mean to be rude, but I think you should reconsider. Edric was very excited for the engagement, plus they do need it. And don't forget what Dennis has been discussing with us." Kingsley said, referring to the royal advisor, "the engagement will grow our territory and make us more powerful against the attacks in the south."

He felt a bit of pride when his father stopped walking and seemed to be considering this. It was always so hard to get his father's approval, especially on political things such as this. Recently all Kingsley had really been doing was shadow his father and chime in during meetings only to be ignored, it would be great if this time he actually made a difference.

"You are not king yet, though your name may make you feel otherwise." Frederick said in the fatherly, almost scolding tone that Kingsley had always hated. "Tell your mother that my decision is not yet final, but certainly will not be changed by a boy who has yet to prove himself worthy of a seat in parliament."

"Of course." Kingsley replied meekly before walking away.

...

Knock knock knock Graham pounded on the door of the small cottage then took a step back to wait. They had spotted the house as they turned a corner on the trail and decided to see if there was any information to be gained there. Graham waited patiently, just barely hearing the sound of feet shuffling across the floor. He waved his men back a bit, he could tell that whoever was inside was either ill or old by the slowness of their footsteps, so he wouldn't be needing any back up. Finally the door opened to reveal a small elderly woman who couldn't hide the slight alarm in her face when she saw him.

"Hello, sir, may I help you?" The woman asked, trying to sound casual.

"Yes, I'm doing a search for someone, I was wondering if you could answer a few questions."

"Of course, who are you looking for?" Graham could tell the woman seemed troubled when he mentioned a search, none the less she continued to go along with it all.

"A young lady in her late teens." Graham said, paying careful attention to the woman's reactions. "Blond hair, green eyes. There may have been someone with her. Would've passed by here, say, a week or so ago." Graham paused, he could tell that she knew who he was talking about and before the woman said anything he continued. "She hasn't done anything wrong and you certainly won't get into any trouble for helping us find her. Her family just misses her greatly and it is very impotent that she gets home soon."

The old woman seemed to take a moment before coming to a decision. "I know the girl, she was here about a week ago. I let passersby stay the night, no questions asked. She was with a young man that I know well, he's a good man, he wouldn't hurt her but that's all I can tell you about him. They left after one night and went that way." The woman said pointing in the direction Emma and Killian had gone.

"Thank you, you've been very helpful."

...

Killian sat on the bed looking intently at his maps and books while Emma busied herself with brushing her hair. Well, she didn't actually have a brush, she was just running her fingers through it, hopefully getting out some of the tangles. While doing this, though Emma heard a small scoff from Killian that she was positive was directed at her. So slowly she put the hand mirror down on the table and turned to face him.

"Yes?" Emma asked but Killian was back to looking at maps. He jerked his head up, feigning innocence and shook his head.

"Nothing." Emma rolled her eyes at his response and went back to what she was doing.

"Must you look in the mirror to brush your hair?" Killian finally asked and she could just hear the smirk on his face. But she wasn't going to let him have this one.

"Ahhh, it makes sense now." Emma said said with a smile as she continued grooming her hair.

"What makes sense?"

"Why you look like that." Emma said turning to face him. "You've never understood how to use a mirror so you don't know how you look to other people."

"I think we both know that my physical appearance has no problems." Killian replied with a cocky grin then looked back at his papers. "Now, do stop flirting Swan, I'm trying to work."

Emma, in spite of herself, had no good response to that so instead she went back to her hair. She hated when he did that, turned her words like that then dropped the conversation before she could think of something to say. With a sigh Emma put down the mirror, catching a glimpse of Killians reflection as she set it on the table. Emma picked the mirror up again and looked at the reflection of him with a frown as an idea came to her.

"You know how we were speaking last night, about what you did and the wanted posters?" Emma asked, turning to face him again. Killian frowned, not looking at her and not wanting to get into this again.

"Yes..." He said duly not meeting her gaze.

"You should cut your hair, and let your beard grow a bit." At this Killians head shot up.

"Beg your pardon?" He asked, the look on his face somewhere between confusion, offense and alarm.

"In the drawing of you that they have on the posters, your hair is like it is now, long and pulled back. You should cut it off, then let your beard stay about the length it is now, so that it's not so much of a clean shave, like in the picture." Emma explained.

"You think that will make a difference?"

"Mmh hmm. Besides, your hair is getting too long." Emma said with a grin.

"You've only known me for about a week and here you are telling me my hair is too long?"

"I don't have to know you more than a day to tell you that." Emma replied with a smirk then pointed down at the maps. "Get back to work, I'll go search for some scissors."

...

"Who was that at the door?" The young woman sitting at the table asked as Granny reentered the room.

"The kings guard." Granny replied. "They're searching for Killian. Your faster than them, Red, do you think you can find him and warn him before they get there?"

"I can try." Red replied standing up and undoing the button on her cloak. "But it's not a full moon for another week, I'll be slower than usual."

"Be as fast as you can, if they find him this time they'll kill him." Granny said as she wrote something down then gave it to her granddaughter. As soon as Red took it she gave her grandmother a hug and left, dropping her cloak on the ground.