"And just what are you doing here Princess?" Regina's eyes tinged slightly purple.
"They had expectations of me that I didn't want to live up to, that I couldn't live up to. I want to know people, real people, not just stuffy old nobles who think true love will solve everything and declare themselves free of prejudice when in fact they spend all there days judging people on a whim. I ran and now I'm here, doing what I want, being who I want to be, that's all the freedom I need. And if you send me back I'll just find another way to escape again, even if they'll have upped the security." Emma's lips curled into a sneer of disgust as she talked.
"I thought you're parents were the champions of true love."
"Oh, they are my queen, however true love can't stop prejudice, it can't help me fight, it just leads to expectations of me that I neither want, need or can live up to. In fact I constantly try to fight these expectations. Here true love exists but it's not wishy-washy and life doesn't revolve around it, all the expectations of me are ones that I can live up to, or fight in a way that I like. I know that prejudice still exists, Squire Terrance proved that, but that kind of prejudice I can disprove."
"Well spoken. Know this Princess Emma, I will not disclose your true identity to anyone, but the time will come when people will find out, and there will be repercussions of leaving the White Thrown with no heir." Emma nodded grimly. "I assume you know your way to the East Wing second floor." Regina smirked a little. "Go and meet your knight lord there Squire Swan, your training will begin shortly. I will send clothes to your quarters." She said as an afterthought as she glanced at Emma's meagre belongings. "You are dismissed Squire Swan."
"Thank you my queen." Emma stood, bowed, snapped her feet smartly around before striding out of the thrown room.