Merry Christmas everyone! I'm back with one last shabang! I hope it's worth the wait. Enjoy! SD!
XXX
Chapter 14
The morning was like any other. Misty hillsides and golden rays of sun rising from the east. This would be her last peaceful morning as queen and she wanted share it with her granddaughter. Ruth glided through Emma's room. She loved her granddaughter's quarters. It was so unique. No other room in the palace looked quite like Emma's. The windows were already open letting in a soft breeze and natural light. And just as she suspected her grandchild was found a sleep in a clump on her bed.
"Emma? Hello?" Ruth sat on the bed, careful not to startle its occupant. "Good morning, my love." She gently caressed the fluffy blanket over her granddaughter. "I know it's a little early, but I've been thinking. Things have been so pressured lately. I was wondering whether we should spend..." Ruth cut herself off as the young woman arose from her slumber. She sat up and looked at the queen quizzically. "Lily?"
"Good morning your majesty." Lily gasped.
"What.." Ruth backed from the bed, but never fully standing from it. "What are you doing here?"
Lily sat up further. "Well I was.. I just wanted.." Lily response was drowned out by commotion from another part of the quarters.
A frazzled looking Emma burst through the doors and into the room.
"Emma." The queen gasped. What on earth was going on? Ruth never got chance to ask out loud. The chamber doors swung open once again and in stepped an equally frantic Ingrid.
"Doors." Ingrid commanded for Emma's ladies maids to close the doors. Something was definitely amiss.
"What's going on?" Ruth looked between the sleepy brunette, Emma, and Ingrid.
"Princess, I think you should see this." Ingrid grabbed Emma's TV remote and turned on the television. Sydney's voice sounded through the room. Ruth stood from the bed to get a better look.
And here is the royal exclusive I promised. After generations of royals who never misbehaved, Misthaven finally has a world class scandal. Proving we should have brought in an American long ago.
Her granddaughter groaned as the television cut to footage of Emma and Killian lying together in a blanket under a tree. She sunk to floor and buried her face into her hands. It showed them waking up, them yelling, and her granddaughter throwing a blanket at him.
Will Robin Locksley, prince of England, still marry such a naughty, naughty Princess? Or will Lord Killian Jones be the new king? It's out of the frying pan and into the fire for Princess Emma. Keep your eggs sunnyside up!
Ingrid quickly cut off the television and sent a sympathetic smile.
"I'd like to tell him where he'd can stick those eggs." Lily snaps from somewhere behind.
"Lily. Could you give us a moment?" Ruth asked kindly. Lily nodded and was out of the room along with Ingrid and the ladies maids.
Ruth sighed. All this happened this morning. Emma didn't a stern talking to. She didn't know what she needed. The entire situation felt wrong.
"So." The Queen encouraged her granddaughter to explain.
"I got played." Was all Emma supplied. She starred at the black television screen ahead, yet at nothing at all. There were small tears spilling from her eyes.
"Ah-ha." Ruth hummed. She let it sit in the universe for a moment before continuing. "Well the big question is: do we still have a wedding?"
Emma found Robin wandering through the flower garden. He walked at a slow defeated pace. It was easy to catch up with him. He gave her a sad and knowing look.
"I guess you heard what happened." Emma sighed. Robin nodded in the positive. They both stopped walking. "Gosh, I'm so sorry Robin. I know this has to be so embarrassing for you."
"For me? You were the one on the telly." Robin frowned. "Besides, I understand."
Emma nodded. She knew he understood. She hated the drastic turn of events that led to this awkward encounter and a more awkward moment this time the next day. That is if there will still be a wedding. She completely understood if Robin wanted to simply cut all ties with Misthaven.
"What are we going to do?"
Robin tilted his head to the side contemplating his next actions. Emma watched as he weighed his options. She could see it in his face when he came to a decision. If almost looked pained, but the look was quickly covered with a neutral expression.
Emma knew what he was about to do. She could see it coming from a mile away. He gave her plenty of time to turn him away. Robin stepped into her personal space and kissed her.
They didn't stay together long. The wasn't anything special. It wasn't necessarily unpleasant, but there was not to it. It was just a kiss and nothing more. She hated that she compared this kiss to the one she shared with Killian. The Jones' had ruined them.
"Anything?" Robin asked almost hopefully. She didn't blame him for trying. They would have to kiss in front of hundreds of people at the wedding. If one of them could be even remotely happy or satisfied from this relationship, then they should be allowed to. But Emma couldn't find the energy to be dishonest. That wasn't what he needed.
"I really want to say yes, but no. There was just, there was no…." Emma searched the right word. "Spark." The was no spark. The kiss didn't make her want to pop her foot up or cause a fire from deep with in.
"Me too."
Emma was taken back by his confession. "Really?"
"Really." Robin agreed easily. "Don't get me wrong, it was pleasurable."
"Very pleasurable. But um, but no fireworks."
"Nope."
Robin wasn't a horrible kisser, not by a long shot. He simply wasn't the one she wanted to kiss for the rest of her life. "What now?"
"I think we should do it. We should get married tomorrow."
"Really?"
"You chose me." Robin paused. She could see he wasn't mentally there with her anymore. It wasn't hard to guess what he was thinking of. He really loved her. Regina. Robin was still fighting those feelings for her. Emma knew this, because she was still fighting off her own feelings for Killian. She couldn't say she loved him, but looking at the last few months she didn't think she was too far off. Robin however, he was so far past love. It wouldn't be easy to turn off those feelings.
Emma smiled sadly and gave his hand a pat. That seemed to bring him out of the dark place he'd fallen into. "You chose me and I accepted. And a gentleman never backs out of his word. We are going to.." Robin took a breath. "We are going to stand up in the church and say "I do", and tomorrow we will be man and wife. And you are going to make an amazing queen of Misthaven."
He was doing this for her. Robin might not be the husband she wanted, but was truly a great friend. Emma pulled him into a hug. "Thank you."
X . X . X
The next morning came too fast. The last thing she wanted to do was wake up. Never in her life did she think she'd end up here. Never could she have imagined she would be a Princess or a queen. When she was younger, she always imagined she'd be over the moon to wake up on her wedding day. But she wasn't. She was really sad either, just wasn't anything.
Emma sighed and rolled from her bed. She head to her ensuite. She went through her morning ritual: taking a shower, washing her face, brushing her teeth. The action of it all made her feel lighter. Even though she didn't want to get married, she was looking forward to becoming queen. Emma was ready to light her flame and carry Misthaven into the future. She just had to get past the wedding part first.
Emma opened her bathroom door to exit, but was met face to face with Belle. Elsa wasn't far behind her.
"Your highness, we're running very late." Belle scolds. She had a smile on her face while she did so. It was quite unnerving.
"Grandma says a queen is never late," Emma step from the bathroom. "everyone else's simply early."
"Your highness!" Elsa perked up. "A strange woman came in and asked to hide your closet, so I'll let her."
Emma did a double take. She what? "Well, that probably wasn't the wisest decision." Emma made her way to her closet to kindly ask the lady hiding in it, to leave. Hopefully this chic wasn't crazy and they could all laugh it off. What a way to start a wedding day. She briskly entered her closet and stopped in her tracks.
"Now this is what I call a closet!" The woman exclaimed.
"Mom!"
"Oh my darling!" Mary Margaret pulled her daughter into an embrace.
"We were only joking." Elsa supplied. "We knew it was your mother."
"Surprise, Emma!" Emma's eleven year old brother jumped out of her hanging clothes.
"Neal!" Emma screeched. It had been ages since she'd last seen her brother. Maybe it was at her college graduation? She didn't know. But what she did know, was that it had been too long. "Oh my God! You're about as tall as me! Stop growing." She ruffled her brother's shaggy blonde hair. He resembled so much of their father, it was ridiculous.
"Now." Mary Margaret separated the two. "I am your mother, and it's your wedding day, and it's time for some advice."
"Being married is being yourself, only with someone else." Neal interjected seriously. Only a minute lasted before they broke out in laughter.
"My turn." Her mom tries again. "Love is freaking scary."
"Wow, thanks mom."
"But," She continued. "it can heal even the darkest souls. What you get when you love someone far out ways the risk. You just have to believe in it."
That was sound advice. She always dreamed of having a marriage like her parents. They were the perfect balance for one another. They made it other stronger. Emma was glad her mother was here. She provided a calm she didn't realize she needed.
"Thanks mom."
"Emma darling!"
Emma turned to see Cruella and her entourage strolling into the room. It seemed today was the day her ladies maids let anyone into her room. And she wasn't even dressed yet.
"How are you feeling? You look beautiful."
"I'm well.. I'm.." Emma couldn't get a sentence out. Cruella was going a mile a minute.
"You look calm. I'm back to turn a little caterpillar into a butterfly." Cruella turned to one of the women behind her and spoke in a language Emma couldn't recognize. The woman promptly took off Cruella's black and white fur coat.
"Cruella!" Emma properly greeted the woman. "You remember my mom, Mary Margaret."
"Oh uoi!" The black and white haired lady kissed both of her mother's cheek.
"The fashion designer." Mary Margaret remembered.
"And now hair stylists to the Princess Emma." Cruella added. "And look at this handsome creature. You're the spitting image of Prince James and David. Remarkable." She felt about his face for a bit, before leaving him alone. "Emma darling, there is work to be done."
"Why don't we say hi to your grandma and let your sister finish getting ready." Mary Margaret led her brother out of the busying room.
XxX
Regina leaned heavily against a wall in their manor's kitchen. She waited Granny or anyone to answer the phone. She wanted to checkup on Henry. The last she'd seen him was when she sent him out of Gold's reach. He had been so scared, they both were. The adoption was official, but she needed to wait to sign the official forms deeming him her successor. If she held a long distance or close to no relationship with Henry, he'd be safe. Knowing Gold, he'd try to kill him just for fun. Her life was falling apart. There was still no answer from the other end. Regina swore she called a dozen times. She slammed the telephone receiver back onto the wall with more force than necessary.
"I should hate you." Regina said, still facing the landline. She'd felt her mother's presence behind her for a while now. "I have every reason to. You've made my life a living nightmare." She turned to face Cora. "From day one I've been in constant agony. And the moment someone, anyone comes into my life that gives me even the slightest relief, you rip them from me. Daniel is dead because of you!" The young woman screamed as she stalked towards her mother. "I knew you couldn't possibly want me. Why would you? I was such a disappointment." Regina mocked. She recalled every time her mother spit those words at her. "You had to problem telling me that everyday. But wouldn't let me leave either. You trapped me. You controlled me. You used my love for Henry against me. You used my love for my family against me."
As much as she knew she should hate her mother, she found herself hesitant. She hated the things Cora had done. Regina couldn't imagine doing those things to her children. The thought would never cross her mind. And yet she couldn't find it in herself to hate her mother. Did that make her a horrible person? This woman killed her family, planned to kill her. She should hate her. But she didn't. Some small part of her heart still loved her mother She hated herself for it.
"Regina dear. Do you ever just shut up?" Cora snapped tirelessly. "Everything will be fine." Her mother held her face in her hands and smiled. "You don't need to worry about Robert. I have everything under control."
"The damage is done." Regina pushed Cora away from her. "Robin hates me and is moving on. You've taken away every support I had for a life with Henry. By giving me life you sentenced me to death." She put distance between her and her mother. "I don't trust you!"
Killian watched his sister storm fro the kitchen, into the living room where he was sitting, and out the other exit. His mother strolled in next, but stopped at the open frame his sister fled through.
"Be ready for the wedding. We leave in half an hour. For the love of God, do something with that unruly hair." Cora called after Regina. "Gretchen! I cannot for the life of me, find my gloves."
Finally Cora turned towards him. Killian had his tuxedo for the wedding on, but was having a hard time of convincing himself to go. "Actually mother, go on without me. I think it would be best if I didn't attend the wedding."
Cora stopped all movement and studied her son. The dramatics in this family. She rolled her eyes. "My boy." Cora move to sit on the sofa adjacent to her son. "Come to church. Sweep her off of her feet. She'll be yours in a week or two."
Zelena swept into the room dressed to the nines. She held her mother's gloves in her hands, but didn't interrupt the conversation happening.
"Mother, the game Is over. She's going to marry Robin." Killian sighed in defeat.
"You're so right." Their mother clapped her hands together once in delight. "This is a disaster in the making. And I wouldn't miss a moment of it." Cora accepted the gloves her eldest handed to her. She flipped her hair and the two women began towards the limousine that waited for them outside. Regina emerged from the second floor and sullenly followed the direction their mother just went.
X X X
Outside the cathedral, reporters, excited citizens, and news anchors waited anxiously for the wedding party to arrive. People from all over the world wanted to see the wedding and coronation of infamous American Princess.
"The Royal Carriage approaches!" The ceremonial guard announces in French.
"What did he say?" The American reporter asks her camera man.
"The Princess is coming."
"Showtime." After receiving the green light from her crew the woman smiled at the camera. "Tamara Brown here from the USA. The local time is 9: 54 am. We're a long way from home, but happily following the story that started in the streets of Storybrooke, Maine and is about to have a happy ending here in the small, beautiful country of Misthaven."
"The Princess approaches!" The guard yells once again.
X..
It had only been a few minutes, but Killian remained in the same place his mother left him. He was alone with his thoughts. He couldn't tell what was worse, being there or being all alone here.
"Psst." A voice sounded from over his shoulder.
Killian nearly jumped from her seat he looked over his shoulder to see Gretchen so close to his face.
"Forgive me. I didn't mean to frighten you." The older woman stepped around the couch to face him properly. "I don't mean to talk out of turn, but there's something you must know." Killian sat straighter interested in what she had to say. "Your mother, Mistresses Cora, called Sydney and set you up with that video."
Killian thought for a moment and frowned. "That does not surprise me. I should have known."
"She's up to something." The maid admitted. "She was all too happy you wouldn't be attending the wedding."
Killian agreed. He knew his mother was up to something. Zelena had told him as much. That's why they'd come up with a plan to stop her. Killian internally cringed. The plan. They could not save lives if he wasn't there to do something about it. "I must get to that church." He was so lost in his own despair that you forgot that there were lives at risk. Killian kept from the couch, through his suit jacket on, and frantically looked around the room for a set a car keys.
"Yes, yes. But how? Everything on four wheels is already rented for the wedding."
Killian stopped in his tracks. "Then I'll run." He was determined to get to the wedding.
"No, it is too far. Oh, you should take the bike!"
"The bike?" Now Killian was lost. "Gretchen, what are you talking about? We don't have a bike."
"Your great grandfather's bike." The maid point to the old timey bike hanging on the wall. Killian prayed to the lord that the bike still worked.
"You're not going to believe this." The farmer gasped into his phone. He was probably the only person not at the royal wedding or sitting in front of their television screen watching it. Someone had to herd the cattle. "Lord Jones is ridding up the road on a bicycle." The old man sat atop his horse looking at the strange sight.
"Sir!" The young Lord called out to him. "Sir, may I borrow your horse?"
"He needs my horse!" He laughed into the phone. The farmer dismounted and walked towards the young man who stopped by the curb of the road. He handed the reins of the horse to Killian without really thinking.
"My bike is yours. Thank you."
And just like that Killian Jones was off riding down the road in a suit. The old man shook his head. "How am I supposed to herd sheep with a bike?"
X X X
Although Misthaven was the home of all things gossip, their media was not as advanced as the rest of the world. England brought in the majority of the media. There were five times the usual amount of reporters and journalists. Hundreds of them were lined outside the cathedral waiting to catch a glimpse of the royal family or the wedding party. Only a select few were allowed inside the chapel. Once of Misthaven's of course and one from England's finest that would broadcast across countries in Europe. One the their neighboring countries Spain that would broadcast all throughout Misthaven and its neighboring countries but in French and Spanish. And lastly the American broadcasting. Emma was know as the American Princess after all. The sanctuary was filled from front to back with royals, dignitaries, ambassadors, noblemen, and personal friends. Emma heard a rumor that Robin's previous fiancé was in attendance with her husband and newborn. She had a suspicion it wasn't a rumor.
Emma waited impatiently in the back with her wedding party. They were all waiting for their cue to walk the aisle.
The men wore charcoal morning suit with a white patterned vest and yellow tie. Accented with yellow boutonniere and handkerchief.
The women wore chiffon, sleeveless, V-neck, sweep train dresses in light yellow. There were soft ruffles the fell off of the shoulder and it had a natural waist. Emma wanted her bridesmaids comfortable.
There were seven bridesmaids in total, but Emma had only picked three of them. Lily, Ruby, and Regina. Emma even considered Regina walking down the aisle as a sign of friendship and an alliance between the families. Ruth thought it was a great idea. Word had gotten about Emma's consideration, so much so, that it was almost decided for her. People were expecting to the formerly Jones sister, now Princess of Spain in the wedding party. She had no problem with it at the time; they were friends. Now things have changed drastically. Emma couldn't bring herself to call them her enemy, but there was no alliance between families and definitely no friendship. A man from Robin's party would walk the aisle alone. That was worse than not having them at all. It showed the world that she was once there and now wasn't.
There was still no sign of the Jones'. Henry was here though. He was dressed in a suit similar to the men, instead of a vest he had suspenders holing up his pants. Emma wouldn't think Regina would be too far from him, but according to he Ruby he had been staying with her and Granny for the past day. He hadn't said anything to anyone since. He did give Emma a small smile when he first entered the room. He was now crouched, off to the side away from the other children with the ring bearer pillow held between his legs. It seemed that they were both a little sad today.
Emma considered saying 'hello', but thought it best she keep her distance. She didn't have time anyhow, the wedding was starting. Leroy stood in front of the door to open it as each couple made their way down the aisle.
"Outspoken American activist, Lily Page is a vision in yellow as she Glides down the aisle." One of the reporters announced. None of the congregation could hear them of course, only those on the other side of the TV screen. "And Princess Regina Mills' recently adopted son Prince Henry Daniel Mills, properly named after his grandfather Henry Mills prince of Spain, comes down the aisle as the ring bearer." The crowd awed when Henry reached and he gave Robin's leg a hug. Robin bent down to high the boy properly, ruffled the young boy's hair only a little, before gently guiding him to his spot. No could be angry with Henry. He was the sweetest child and was innocent to what the rest of his family did. Robin would most likely never see Henry again after the wedding. He couldn't help the show of affection, even if it wasn't proper for a wedding.
Emma was now alone in the back room. All of the wedding party made their way down the aisle. She knocked on the door knowing only Leroy on the other side would hear. She peaked her head through the now cracked door. "Hey, Leroy?"
"Yes, Princess?"
"I just wanted to say, before I do this, that I am sorry you're retiring." Emma over heard a conversation in the halls a couple of hours ago. She realized it was why he was training Anton."
"Who told you that?"
"The maids know everything."
"I'll still be around." Leroy hummed. Before Emma could close the door, Leroy spoke up. "Princess?"
"Yes?"
"You should know, Killian didn't set you up at the lake."
Emma hesitated. "Are you sure?"
"The maids know everything." Leroy smiled.
"We are ready when she is." Ingrid announced from Leroy's side.
Emma took a deep breath. This was it. She adjusted the corset of her dress slightly. It reminded her of the things Belle and Elsa forced her into when she first arrived. This dress was nothing like the one Cruella created. This was a Victorian style dress, that was made up of tulle and lace. The bodice was form fitting and the skirt hung off of her hips. It wasn't as dramatic or puffy like most traditional Misthavian dresses were, but it wasn't anything she would have chosen. She also had a matching half jacket to wear along with it. Jackets were fun. Emma tried to remain positive.
Parliament wanted her married before she could become queen. It was an old law and they wanted to follow it. Ruth wanted Emma to follow in her footsteps. She taught her the ways of the royals. Belle and Elsa did their best to shape her in to the ideal princess. Robin wanted to make her happy, even if it cost him his own happiness.
But what did she want? She wanted to be queen. She didn't want to be in a loveless marriage to do it. She wanted love. Every time she looked at Robin she thought of Regina and their betrayal. But they hadn't betrayed her though, had they? Both Regina and Killian came clean her. Leroy hated their family, yet told her they weren't the ones who sent her up. They caused each other so much pain. Deep down she knew marrying Robin would only add to that pain. She looked out at the room. Everyone was watching her. Emma hadn't even realized she stopped walking down the aisle.
She stopped in the middle of the aisle. In the middle of everyone's suffocating gazes. It only added to her constricting thoughts and her constricting wardrobe. This is supposed to be one of the happiest days of her life. She wasn't happy. Far from it. Robin wasn't even happy. She couldn't do this.
Emma gathered her dress and ran out the cathedral. Unfortunately for her there were reporters outside with cameras waiting to catch a picture of anything. And waving locals who wanted to be apart of Emma's big day. There was no where to hide. She couldn't catch a break.
Emma ducked to the side and behind a couple of tall bushes. Luckily for her there was the smallest of patios, set up with concrete benches. She plopped on one of them and screamed into her hands. What the hell was happening to her.
She had three months to prepare for this. She could do this. She could, but she really didn't want to. Taking deep breaths Emma allowed herself a moment of calm. She looked around the small sitting area surrounded by tall bushes. She wasn't alone. Sat on the bench opposite her was none other the Regina Mills.
She had on her yellow bridesmaid dress. Her waist-length hair thrown haphazardly in a half up do in a failed attempt to hide her natural curls. A silence passed between them when they met each other's eye.
"I'm sorry." They said in unison.
"You're sorry?" Regina frowned further. "But why?"
"I ruined everything. You were my friend and I didn't believe you when you told me you weren't out to hurt me." The women were both standing now. "I told Robin." Emma whispered the last part. She looked away from the other woman. Emma couldn't bare seeing the hurt in her the eyes.
Regina place a hand on Emma's bicep. "Emma, I was no saint. I knew my mother was shady and had it out for you. I should have done something to stop her. It's what a real friend would have done."
. .
Mary Margaret stood to go after her daughter. Ruth stood as well and placed a hand on her daughter-in-law's arm. "Let me." The Queen swiftly made her way down the aisle and stopped next to Ingrid. Ruth turned to address the crowd. "Please be seated. There will only be a momentary interlude. Thank you."
"Do we rush after her?" Ingrid inquired.
"Oh, we never rush. We hasten." The queen corrected. She continued her swift journey after her granddaughter.
Ruth found Emma in a side garden patio embracing none other than Regina in a heap on the ground. Her heart broke for her granddaughter. "Oh, my dear. Emma." Ruth joined the couple one the ground. Though when her presence was know, Regina released her hold on Emma and move away.
"Grandma. I'm so sorry. I'm sorry." Emma wiped her tears. "I… I just.. need a minute.."
"No."
"I can do this." Emma stood. She attempted to clean herself up.
"No." Ruth repeated. She used her granddaughter to help her off of the ground. When they were both standing, Ruth caressed Emma's face with the back of her hand.
Emma sighed and leaned into her grandmother's touch. "I can't do this."
"I know." Ruth smiled. And she did know. No one wants to be in a loveless marriage. She didn't want that for her granddaughter. They'd have to find another way, but she would not force Emma to go through with this. "Darling listen to me. I made my choice, a duty to my country over love. It's what I've always done. It has been engrained in to my entire life. It always worked out for me, but you my darling, are not me."
"Emma, I want you to make your choices as a woman." Ruth continued. "Don't make the same mistakes I did. Make your own mistakes. There'll be plenty of them, believe me. Now, you can go back into that church and get married, or you can walk away. Whatever choice you make, let it come from your heart."
Emma pulled Ruth into a hug as she finished her little speech. She readied herself to go back into the church and face the crowd. Emma squared her shoulders and strode into the church with her head high. Ruth and Regina quickly followed after her.
"The Princess is coming." Ingrid announced to the staff as the guards reopened the grand doors. She offered Emma her bouquet, but Emma denied it. She kept the swift pace down the aisle. The choir tried to keep in tempo with the Princess, but Emma was simply moving to quickly for a wedding procession.
When Emma made it to the end Robin was there to guide her towards the altar. The two faced one another and smiled. "Everyone deserves to find true love right?"
"Yes." He agreed.
"Including us?" Emma shyly asked. She handed Robin's great grandmother's still too small ring back to him.
"Thank you." She could see the stress roll off her shoulders and the relief in his eyes. "for saving me from doing the proper thing for one in my life." He accepted the ring. "Now I have to explain this to father."
Telling Robin wouldn't be the hard part. He was a gentle soul and far too understanding. Telling the masses would be more of a challenge. "I have to tell everyone else."
"Good luck." They both said.
The crowd gasped as Robin left the stage to sit on the front pew with their families. Emma took a deep breath and stood behind the podium off the left side of the stage. "Welcome." Emma jerked away from the microphone in an attempt to get away from the loud feedback. She quickly ignored the sound and continued. "A few moments ago, I realize the only reason I was getting married was because of a law. That didn't seem like a good enough reason. Soo… I won't be getting married." As expected gasped and began murmuring amongst themselves. She watched as even some of them attempted to leave, but were forced to remain seated. "My grandmother ruled without a man by her side for a long time, and I think she rocks that it." Nobles grumbled at her vocabulary, but Emma chose to ignore them. "As the granddaughter of Queen Ruth and King Robert the second,"
"King Robert my he rest in peace." The crowd spoke.
Emma forgot they did that. Pulling herself together one again, she continued. "I asked the members of parliament to think of their daughters, sisters, nieces, would you force them do the same thing you're make me do?" She looked in the area she knew parliament would be sitting with their families. " I believe I will be a great Queen. I understand Misthaven to be a land that combines the beauty of the past with all the best hope for the future. I feel in my heart and soul that I can rule Misthaven. I love Misthaven. If I didn't, do you think I'd be up here in a wedding dress?" Emma laughed at her attempt of a joke, a few others did as well. "I stand here ready to take my place as your queen, without a husband."
The congregation cheered, mostly this side with her family and less of the stuck-up Nobles. Sadly for Emma it was interrupted.
"Everytime.." Robert Gold stood from his place in the audience. He spoke loudly so everyone could hear. "Every time this young lady opens her mouth she demonstrates a contempt to the customs of Misthaven."
"Shut the hell up, Robert!" Cora stood to everyone's surprise. Well, it wasn't a surprise that she stood. It was surprising that opposed her alleged partner in crime. Everyone knew what side each noble took on the debate on who should take the throne.
"Cora! "Gold gasped at her outburst. "I would watch my tongue if I were you. The law clearly states that an unwed woman cannot be Queen. We fortunately have another heir."
"No. We do not." Killian seemed to appear form the shadows. "I decline. I refuse to be king." Killian knew what he was giving up. Everything he worked towards in life, gone. He told himself it was worth it though. He believed it was. "Ladies and gentlemen, Princess Emma should have the throne. She's kind and she's caring. But more importantly she has a vision. One that will carry Misthaven forward, if the parliament was astute they would name her Queen." He smiled at her before adding. "Listen to her. She will lead us into the 21st century. Besides, she would look lovely on our postage stamp." And with that being said Killian left the sanctuary through the side doors in which he came.
"Killian Jones! Do not leave this sanctuary or I will be forced to carry out the law myself." Gold declared.
"You will do no such thing." Zelena interrupts. She held up a folder only Robert seemed to recognize. "It's all over." Zelena motioned for the guards to escort him from the room.
"You will rue the day you chose to cross me!"
Zelena and Cora quietly followed the guards dragging Robert out of the room, regal as ever.
All Killian wanted to do was leave. He made a mess of enough things, the least he could do was step out of Emma's way. It was only 1:20 in the afternoon, there was a lot of day left for him to waste. He was swiftly walking down a corridor, making his way towards the exit.
"Killian! You must stop." A male voice called down the hall. Killian recognized it, but couldn't put a face to it. He turned to see Graham, his mother's hired guard, chasing after him. Killian felt anger boiling over. The man was apart of this entire mess. He willingly played an active part in the attempted assassination of Emma. When Graham was close enough, Killian tackled him to the ground. "You've got the wrong man, Jones! You don't understand!" Graham escaped Killian's grasp and attempted to push him off.
"Then explain it to me!" Killian then shoved the other man further into the ground.
"Killian. Stop." Cora's voice doomed down the hall.
Killian let go other the man and marched towards his mother. "We're finshed, mother."
"Killian," Zelena step in. She interrupted whatever her mother was going to say. "He's gone. Gold is done for. As well as his henchmen."
"I'm not trying to stop you, my boy." Cora placed her hands on her son's face. "I, of course wanted you to be king, but your plan involved far the less lives lost than mine would have. Zelena told me everything. And I will tell you everything in time, but" Cora paused to really look at her son. "Is this what you really want? To give up the throne? All of your life's work?"
Killian nodded once. "Emma will make a great queen."
"Come back to the sanctuary with us." Zelena pulled on her brother's hand.
Killian shook the off. "No. You know, it's been a long day. I think I'm going to leave." The two women moved out of Killian's path and watched him leave the church.
Emma, like everyone else in the room, was thoroughly confused. She didn't exactly know what to do next.
"What is happening here?" Someone obnoxiously questioned out loud.
"Who's next in line?" Another asked. "Buckrahm?"
"We accept!" Lord Buckrahm and his wife stood.
"Sit down." Prime Minister Merlin demands. He makes his way to Emma's side. "Make a motion." He coughs into his fist. At Emma's obvious confusion, he does it again. Louder this time. "Make a motion."
Oh! Emma finally grasped on. "Prime Minister Merlin?" She spoke loudly so everyone could hear."
"Yes, Princess?" He also spoke so others could hear.
"I moved to abolish the marriage law, as it applies to future Queens of Misthaven. Will anyone second my notion?" Emma waited a long moment. She held her breath waiting for someone, any in parliament to second her motion.
"Keep eye contact with them." Merlin instructed. "Stare them down. Not that hard. Soften." He corrected after looking at Emma. "Good."
Slowly, the eldest member of parliament stood. "I second the notion. It's time for a new tradition. I like change. I may even grow a mustache." The old man laughing to himself.
"I think you'd look great with s moustache." Commented another member of parliament.
"Gentlemen. Gentlemen." Merlin quieted them down. "All those in favor of abolishing the marriage law say 'aye'."
One by one each member of parliament stood, raised their hand, and said 'aye'. Even Cora, who stood at the back of the church had her hand raised.
"The ayes have!" The Prime Minister happily announced. "Congratulations you highness."
Emma lost her breath for a moment. She'd done it. She didn't have to be married. She could be queen. She caught her grandmother's eyes. She and Regina were still standing towards to back of the sanctuary. They were both capping for her, but there was still a sadness lingering in her friend's eye. Glancing at her ex-fiance, she noticed it in his too.
"Tiny." Emma motioned for newly appointed guard to come to her.
Other opposite side of the room Regina watched Emma curiously. She was truly ecstatic for her friend. She of course wished it could have happened without all the excess drama. But she was proud nonetheless.
"Your majesty." Ingrid spoke. It took her tapping on Regina's shoulder for to realize that she was talking to her.
"Oh." Ingrid handed her the bluetooth earpiece that was used to communicate with the guards and staff. "Umm…. Hello?"
"Regina." Emma's voice sounded through the piece. Regina looked to where her friend was hunch over talking into her own bluetooth device. "Just because I didn't get my so called fairytale ending, doesn't mean you can't have yours." Emma nodded towards Robin.
"Oh. I.. I can't. He doesn't.. he doesn't feel that way about me."
"He does. And I know you love him too."
"No, Emma don't." Regina realized what Emma was about to do, but by the time she called out to her Emma had already move a move towards the Brit sitting on the first row. Robin was standing now. She couldn't hear what was being said between the two. Regina waited impatiently for something to happen. Then something did. Robin began walking towards her, down the middle aisle. Everyone was watching.
"Regina." He said when he stopped in front of her. "Emma told be someday someone will walk into your life and it will make you will realize why it never worked out." Robin took her hand in his. "You were right. I let other's dictate my choices. I hide behind the false security of 'Honoring my code'. But it was all a lie I told myself. I'm so sorry. I'm sorry it this long for me to do what I should have done from the beginning." Regina was crying now. She couldn't help herself. Her life was a mess and this beautiful man, inside and out, made her feel warm and protected. No matter what happened he always came back.
Robin wiped the fallen tears from her checks. "I'm finally going to follow my heart. I choose you. Though it was never really a choice. From the moment we first met I knew I was destined to be with you forever." She couldn't stop the wet smile from forming on her lips. There are some emotions for a little round inside of her.
"1 universe, 9 planets, 204 countries, 809 islands, 7 seas, and I had the privilege of meeting you.. you are single handedly the BEST thing to happen to me. And I can say that. You are that missing piece of my soul. I feel as if we are tethered together, fated to constantly cross paths, but also preventing us from truly being together for it wasn't our time. But my dear, I feel it in my soul and I know you do too. We've been set free. I will scream for the rooftops and praise the gods on high, because it is finally our time. We can seal the bond that we have created and no one can stop us. I knew from the moment I met you, you are my soulmate and I would be a fool to let you slip through my hands again." Robin got on his knee and held her great-grandmother's ring toward her. The congregation let out an assortment of quiet gasps. There was no mistaking what was happening. "Regina. Will you marry me?"
Regina laughed happily. She glanced at her mother and sister and saw their approval. She was going to what she wanted anyway, but there was something satisfying knowing she had their support. She wiped her tears and smiled. "Yes." She nodded.
Robin slip the ring on her finger and stood. The two shared their first kiss and the room burst into cheers. Everyone loves a happy ending.
"Ready?" Robin asked excitedly.
"Right now?"
"Yes."
"I don't even have a dress."
"ALL I NEED IS FIVE MINUTES!!" Cruella popped up from her seat among the congregation. Cruella truly was magic. Apparently the woman traveled with a dress for every occasion, including getting married. She Regina back in the sanctuary in record time. The dress was a simple lace thing. Though was anything involving Cruella truly simple?
A warm feeling bubbled from deep within Emma's core. This felt good. This felt right. She walked down the aisle once again, only this time wasn't in a wedding dress. She had switched in Regina's bridesmaid's dress. "You all were already dressed for a wedding. So why not have one?" Emma joked with the congregation as she went, earning herself a few laughs.
Quietly and off to the side on the first row, Ruby Lucas slid on to pew next to her fellow bridesmaid. "I had to take Henry to the restroom. What did I miss?" She asked Lily.
"Emma's not getting married."
"She's not?!" Ruby gasped.
"Nope." Lily kept her eyes to the center of the stage, casting occasional glances to her friend beside her, careful not to miss any new information. "She'll still be able to be queen though. And some nobleman was arrested."
"Good for her. What happens now?"
"Well, Robin is still getting married."
"Married? To who?" Ruby was truly interested know. She began searching the room to see if she could tell who Robin's mystery bride was.
"Regina."
"Regina!?" Ruby played with the idea a bit, before laughing obnoxiously. "Well it's about damn time!"
"Ruby!" Lily scolds.
"Am I wrong?" They were both giggling now. The two of them only quieted when they received a stern look from the priest. However, they barely contained the second wave of giggles from how insane it all was.
Emma from where she stood in front of the altar, could hear the foolishness her friends were up to on the front row. She could only just see the two of them out the corner of her eye. She couldn't take them anywhere. Emma was fighting a laugh of her own, but tried her best to keep it contained. She saw the look the priest shot her friends. Luckily for her the large doors on the other side of the room finally opened.
As the grand doors opened to the sanctuary Regina took in a deep shaky breath. This was happening. After years of struggling to find her place and become her own person, she was taking the first steps into her new future. And to think the day started off in a completely different way. This shouldn't be her wedding, but it is. These people aren't here to see her, but she couldn't care. Everyone she could possibly want were already here.
"Guíanos a medida que avanzamos en nuestras nuevas vidas. Limpia este espacio, elimina todo mal. Deja que el amor y la luz se llenen. Amén."
Her father whispered into the open. He was still looking ahead, but they both knew he was praying for her. Regina gave his hand a tight squeeze as he guided her down the aisle. Henry Sr. smiled at his daughter with is rosy cheeks and wrinkling face. He had that sparkle in his eye that held the key to his soul, innermost thoughts, and truest emotions. The same spark his only daughter inherited. It was the one thing Cora couldn't take from her.
She had her son Henry. Though the two had Henrys never met and had no biological ties to each other, her sweet baby boy was so much like his grandfather. He had the kindest souls. His innocence was addicting. And he was hers. She was his mother, he was her son. Henry bounced on his toes next to Robin at the altar in front of Emma. Emma kept a firm hand around his shoulder to keep him from taking off down the aisle and to her.
Regina didn't mind this wedding in the slightest. Being the Princess of Spain and all, Regina was positive she'd be thrown a proper wedding when she returned. She wished both her uncles could be here to see her marry the love of her life. Regina knew . spirit was watching over her, walking her down the aisle along wither father.
Regina couldn't help the tears that spilled from her eyes and down her cheeks. She was so overcome with the feeling of love wrapping around her, embracing her. She could feel it flowing from her loved ones. She could see it in the man ahead of her. Regina's breath hitched. She was marrying the love her life. Never had she thought this could actually happen for. Robin called them soulmates, Regina didn't doubt it for a second. Steps away from the altar, she could already feel him wrapped around her.
"Lord, archbishop, I would like to take this man to be my husband." Regina spoke to the priest once she and Robin were face to face.
"Finally." The archbishop smiled. "May the Lord bless these rings, which you will give to each other as the sign of your love and fidelity."
Everyone says: "Amen."
X.SD.X
The reception was a much more intimate gathering. Videographers were replaced with photographers, reporters replaced with journalists. Half of the guest left. Those who didn't want to stay for the festivities left immediately following the wedding. There was also those whom were not invited to the reception or simply only came to see Emma married. Which left only the gossips and those who truly supported the union. Not many wanted to miss out on what surely be great gossip. No one wanted to pass up the opportunity to witness the infamous wedding firsthand. There was never a dull moment around the soon to be queen. You could say the reception was also to celebrate Emma's rise to the throne. The music as Emma suspected were all of her favorite jams. Her ladies maids even threw in bonus songs.
Robin and Regina glided across the floor during their first dance. They each shared dances with their parents and one with Henry. After that the party took a wild turn. Emma hadn't worried much about the guest list, she didn't care to be married, but she failed to realize all of the princess from her bachelorette party would be in attendance. Emma knew Merida could be a handful on her own, but adding the three Latin princesses to the mix… well let's just say the reception couldn't have been more alive.
Some how one of them got a hold of a band very popular to Misthaven and its neighboring countries. They, by some miracle, were able to get the stiff Misthavian nobles to loosen up. Robin and Regina didn't seem to mind. The newlyweds thrived in the uplifting environment. At some point everyone dancing discarded their shoes. Emma had to admit, she never thought she could have this much fun at what was supposed to be a high class Misthavian event.
Zelena of course, was still Zelena. She was turning down every bachelor with a remark like: "Sorry, dear. I don't dance with amateurs." The poor men walked away with less self esteem than when they walked up to her. She was her mother's daughter.
Cora was escorted from the party by the royal head of security. They didn't make a show of it. Most of the guest hadn't even realized she left. The only reason Emma knew was because she just so happened to glance in that general direction when the left the ballroom.
The party eventually came to an end. It was about 6 o'clock in the evening. All those invited, readied themselves for Emma's coronation. The ceremony would only last about an hour. After the she would have a moment to herself before the lighting of the Ceremonial Ring. It was tradition to wait for the sun to shine for the last time that day, before they began the ceremony.
"Good evening. It's been only a few hours since the wedding switch-a-roo." Tamara Brown spoke to the camera. She and about two other reporters were in the Great Hall of the palace, the room where the two grand staircases met. It was quickly transforming into the room where the royal coronation would be held. "Busy workers are setting up for Misthavian's main event, the coronation of a new queen. Somewhere in the palace Princess Emma is getting ready for the ceremony that will change her life forever."
Emma sat in the throne room atop of her new throne. It seemed so isolated from the rest of the room. The chair felt much larger than she realized it would. The crown in her hand was heavy. She would be Misthaven's queen. She fought with everything she had to get to this place. She's made some friends along the way, lost some too. The life of a royal was not an easy one, but the best of Misthaven touched her heart. She could no longer see herself doing anything else. She was already making a difference in people's lives. Emma just hoped it was a good one. She wasn't perfect, but she learned that no one was. This was after all the same room she chased a chicken around.
"Do you think I'll make a good queen?" Emma asked the portrait of her father. It hung next her grandmother's on the same wall her own portrait would soon be hanging.
"Indeed you will." A thick accented voice, Emma thought she'd never hear again, startled her to sit up straight on the chair. Killian Jones appeared from behind row of columns. "If I may be so bold, I would like an audience with her highness." Killian emerged from the shadows and stepped into the light. He had that slow, confident, swagger walk that Emma found far too attractive. He leisurely made his way in front of her.
"What is your dilemma young man?" Emma played along.
"You are. I'm afraid." Emma wasn't expecting this answer. But could she expect? The two of them hadn't had a true conversation since she blew up at him. Despite it all, he still forfeited his right to the throne for her. She knew it was a big deal. Emma knew what this meant for him. He been groomed since childhood to be the next king. He gave it all up so that she could rule. Without him she would be able to become queen today. She understands if he isn't her biggest fan at the moment. She was a monkey wrench in his perfectly calm and planned life.
"I am in love with the queen to be." Killian paused to really look at her. "I am inquiring if she is in love with me too."
Emma momentarily forgot how to breathe. He loved her. Even after everything, Killian loved her. It wasn't a ploy to steal her throne, he already gave that up for her. She was not kind the last time they spoke. And yet, despite it all, he still loved her. She couldn't ask for more. She missed his witty comments. Emma wondered what everything would be like if things could have gone differently today. She honestly wouldn't change it for the world. "Do you have a chicken for my table?" Emma asked. She tried her best not to laugh.
Killian smiled. He knew what she was referring to. "No. I'm afraid I'm fresh out of chickens."
"Oh." Emma feigned uninterested.
Unable to hide her smile for long, Emma lept from her chair and into his arms. He felt warm and safe. It was like fitting two puzzles pieces perfectly. Emma melted into him. He felt like home. She pulled back just enough to look at him properly.
"Emma." Killian sighed. Look of pure relief and joy that radiates off of him is infectious. They were both smiling like idiots in the middle of an empty room. The moment their lips met Emma felt all of her worries and doubts flow off of her in waves. She welcomed the love and joy that replaced it.
"Looks like you get to king after all." Emma playfully bumped her nose to his once the pulled apart.
"Prince consort." He corrected. "But I heard a rumor that the soon to be queen is one for changing the laws." Emma laughed before pulling him into another kiss.
.SD.
Horns rang loudly throughout the Great Hall. The soft gold color, painted on the walls highlighted the evening sun. It was one of the reasons the Great Hall was chosen. It's clerestory windows allowed light to shine in, in the most heavenly way possible. Chandelier-like ornaments were strategically placed to help extract the evening sun throughout the hall. The room was decorated with red and black ribbons that draped beautifully across the room. When looked at individually they, while beautiful, seemed to hold little significance. When they were seen as a whole the ribbons formed intricate patterns that all eventually led to the center above the throne. An assortment of flowers complemented the ribbons and tied everything together nicely. Royal guards lined the perimeter of the hall. Everyone was in their finest clothing. No matter where one looked it resembled an image they would see in an old classical painting.
A choir was situated at the top, were the two staircases met. Along the stairs, on both sides, were trumpeters and horn players awaiting their queue to begin.
"Company, attention!" The captain of the Royal Guard yelled. "Forward march!" The procussions from the military band, guided the rest of royal guard in the march. They kept time while all of the guards filed in. "Left, right. Left, right. Left, right. Left, right, left, left. Company halt!"
"The sparrow is ready to take flight." Tiny spoke into his earpiece.
"The Eagle is flying for the last time." Ingrid replied.
Emerging from opposite sides of the grand staircase Emma and Ruth smiled at one another before facing their audience. The choir sang "let the River Run" Arranged by Craig Hella Johnson as requested by the queen. Ruth and Emma slowly descended their separate staircases simultaneously. It was truly a sight to behold. Never in Misthaven history had there been not one but two women preform this ceremony. Never has one Queen passed her crown to the next soon to be queen. They've opened the door for not only every female royal down the line, but all of their descendants.
When they both made it to the bottom, Emma took the Archbishop's hand as he led her to the throne that was temporarily set up for the ceremony. She turned to face her audience and smiled. All of her lived ones were there to witness her most life changing experience with. Her mother and brother Neal were stood next Lily and her mother. Killian stood with Regina and her new husband. Henry was asleep, safely tucked in Robin's arms. She couldn't blame him. It was getting late and that was a lot of excitement in one day for a little boy. Even Granny and Ruby were allotted time off to properly join the ceremony. They all looked so beautiful.
Everything felt so unreal. As if she were living a dream. She wore a dress designed by Cruella. It was everything Emma imagined a queen would be seen wearing. Delicate gold embroidery was interlaced in the white fabric of her dress. She finished it off with a large sleeveless cape that had a foot long train. With the help of Belle and Elsa she was able to maneuver from place to place.
Everything felt so different, yet it all was so familiar. She felt taller, older. Wiser. In the palms of her hands she held the potential of a better Misthaven. The orb and scepter meant many things, but in this moment when Emma looked at them all she could see were the children that would get education and go home to a warm meal. She saw Misthaven's future with a United Four Kingdoms.
As the crown was removed from Ruth's head and brought towards Emma the archbishop spoke. "Will you solemnly promise and swear to govern the people of Misthaven according to the statues in Parliament agreed on and the respective laws and customs of the same?"
Emma's heart skipped a beat when she felt the crown being placed on her head. It was heavier than the one she grown used to. This was happening. It was finally happening.
"Will you, in your power, cause Law And Justice and mercy to be executed in all judgements?"
Emma looked over to her grandmother, who smiled at her. She had to quickly advert her eyes from her Ruth's or she'd end up crying along with her. Behind her grandmother she noticed Leroy white a tear from his eye. Oh, she had to keep her to keep it together or they would never get through this. Emma took a deep breath before she spoke. "I solemnly promise so to do."
Emma faced the crowd no longer as Princess, but now as Queen Emma Elizabeth Swan of Misthaven.
"Attention!" The captain yelled. The guards that stood in two parallel lines in front of Emma, drew their swords. Emma slowly walked between them as everyone sang the national anthem. Once she reached the end. The Majordomo proudly announced: "Presenting Her Majesty, Emma Elizabeth Swan, Queen of Misthaven!"
"The ceremonial shooting of the Flaming Arrow through the coronation ring."
Night fallen Misthaven for its first time with a new ruler. It was tradition to wait until this time. Emma was to be the light that guided her people from darkness. Emma's eyes bulged from her head when her arrow lit. The flame was larger than what she practiced with. She literally only hit the target twice before. Once with Killian, and once by herself. Emma prayed for mercy. Just about everyone from the entire country came to see this ceremony. To the people this more important to them than the coronation itself. This was her gift the them.
She willed her heart to slow down. Focus Emma. The world around her melted away. All she could see was flame of her arrow and the target. The world stilled. The noise around her faded. Emma remember note Killian gave. He lowered her bow, relaxed her hands and shoulders, hand to mouth.
Breathe in.
Emma took a breath released the arrow and her breath with it. Everything seemed to move in slow motion. She watched as the arrow twirled towards its target.
Her breath caught when she realized she hit the center mark. "Yes! I did it!" This is what Emma imagines it feels like to light to torch at the Olympics. She high fives the majordomo, before she realized she had hundreds of onlookers and righted herself.
The flame from her arrow lit the Ceremonial Ring. It symbolizes her eternal flame. Her eternal flame will then guide her people through a new age. She stands before her people as Emma Elizabeth Swan, Queen of Misthaven.
Long may she reign.
FIN.
XXX
Ya'll it's over! I might do an epilogue, but I'm not sure yet. Thank you all for reading. I had fun writing. I hope you've enjoyed! Enjoy your holidays! Love, Sunny Day!