Neal was shaking like a leaf. He was standing at the end of the aisle, completely on his own, staring at hundreds of people, half of whom were glaring at him. He was wearing a very nice, clean-cut suit. Of course it fit perfectly (Lucy had made it), but right now he was sweating so much it felt tight.

Because of the injuries done to Emma and Neal, the coronation had been postponed one month later. And, since the two had become engaged, they also needed a wedding, so they combined the two. Emma would get crowned queen before she got married (and Neal would be crowned KIng, since he was marrying the Queen).

Neal remembered when he first told Emma's parents' about the engagement. He grinned at the thought.

Emma and Neal gripped their hands tightly together. Neal took a deep breath.

"Don't worry," said Emma, squeezing Neal's hand. "It'll be fine."

"I know."

Emma knocked on her parents' door to their room.

"Come in!" called James from inside.

Snow and James were sitting on the bed, reading their ways through the many bookshelves in their room. They looked up at the two.

"What is it?" asked Snow.

"Um. . . ." Neal had no idea how to say this.

"Well, Mom, Dad, this may be hard for you to take in, but," Emma took a deep breath, "Neal and I are engaged."

There was a pause. Then Snow and James laughed. Emma frowned.

"What is it?"

"Sweety, how could you think we didn't know?" asked James. "The ring Neal put on you was on your ring finger. We can put two and two together."

"Well why didn't you say anything?"

"We wanted to let you tell us," answered Snow.

"It's a little late for that, isn't it?"

"So, I think we should probably have the wedding next week, at your coronation."

"Okay. Sure."

The music began to start, coming from where Lucy and Regina sat in the front row, next to other friends of the couple. From the end of the eile, Emma, James, and Snow came into view. Emma was wearing a white wedding dress, adorned with feathers. She looked like a swan. Her blond hair was the way it was the day they first met, at the ball, in a ponytail.

Emma grinned at Neal as she approached. Neal forgot to breath. The crowd let out a sigh. Even the minister was in awe.

Emma walked to stand by Neal. James stepped to stand beside Neal, and Emma beside Snow. The minister began to speak.

"We are here today to celebrate the coming together of two people. Their love has survived through everything that this world has thrown at them. Today we are sealing that love. Today we are also entering a new age, with two new rulers." The minister turned to look at the couple. "Do you, Emma and Neal, do swear to use the power given to you to improve and rule this kingdom with a gentle and courageous hand?"

"I do."

"I do."

Snow and James removed their silver bejeweled crowns, and placed them delicately on the heads of the couple.

"Do you, Emma and Neal, do swear to have and to hold each other, through life and through death, through sickness and health, and everything the world that shall throw at you?"

"I do."

"I do."

"Then I do pronounce you Queen and King. You may kiss the-"

But the minister didn't have time to finish. Neal and Emma were already kissing. The crowd erupted in a chorus of applause and whoops. The two separated and grinned at each other.

Neal and Emma walked through the abandoned village, moon shining down on them as they gripped each others hands. The wedding ceremony had been wonderful, and all of their friends and family had been there, except for the mysterious absence of the Blue Fairy. However, the two wanted to be alone now.

A small groaning noise sounded to the right of Emma.

"What's that?" she asked.

"I don't know," answered Neal. "Let's check it out." Neal motioned for Emma to go in front of him. "Your Majesty."

Emma chuckled. "Don't ever call me that again."

The two walked over to the noise, and saw a couple in hooded cloaks, who appeared to be attempting to pull the bucket up from the well.

Neal walked over to them. "Here, allow me." Neal grabbed the end of the rope, and together, the three pulled up the bucket full of water."

"Thank you, sir," mumbled the man, still hiding his face.

Emma tried to look under the hood, and caught a glance at the man's face. She gaped and stumbled back. It had been years since she had seen him, but Emma would never forget the face of Rumpelstiltskin. It was different now, however. Less scaly, more human.

"Rumpelstiltskin," she said accusingly to the man.

Neal hardened immediately. He let go of the rope, and the bucket fell into the well with a splash. "What."

The man took off his hood, indeed revealing Rumpelstiltskin's face.

"I'm sorry, do I know you two?" he asked, his voice gravelly.

Emma glared. "Oh, you know, you only kidnapped my aunt and I, and threatened to kill me if she didn't cast a curse to find your son!"

Neal went deathly pale. "You did what?" he whispered.

"Emma! The new Queen. I apologize for my previous crime against you."

The woman lowered her hood, revealing kind eyes and long, brown hair. "It's true. We broke Rumpel's curse and we have been waiting for the right time to start earning his forgiveness. My name is Belle, by the way."

"It's so nice to meet you," said Emma, shaking hands with Belle. "It will take a very long time for you turn earn forgiveness. You must convince everyone. It will be harder for you than it was for my grandmother."

"We understand."

Neal stared at Rumpelstiltskin, who noticed. "Do I know you, Your Majesty?"

"Don't call me that."

"Well what should I-"

"Son."

Rumpelstiltskin looked at Neal like he was crazy. "Excuse me?"

"Your name is Rumpelstiltskin. You lost your son when you didn't come with him to the land without magic. Then that son was taken back by the Crimson Cardinal. He met a princess named Emma and later married her. That son is me."

There was a pause. "B-Bae?" he stammered.

Neal merely nodded. They walked forward and hugged. The hug was filled with unsaid things, but they each understood what it meant. When they let go, the two smiled slightly at each other.

"Can you ever forgive me?"

"I can, but it will take time," Neal smiled, and added, "dearie."

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