A/N: Ah, the dreaded male POV. Don't hesitate to tell me if there's something wrong here! I find writing David is the most difficult for me.
~David~
He sat down on his bed, mouth gaping open, jaw nearly hitting the ground. Snow, too, had thought he was a day early. She proceeded to fill him in on the events of the last several days, sans the one day she couldn't remember.
He wasn't sure where to start. His daughter had magick? No, he would save that thought for later.
Anger, he decided, but he wasn't sure who to focus it on. He momentarily settled on Regina, his thoughts swirling wildly. She arrived the day his daughter seemed to be under some sort of spell, yet Snow had felt secure enough in the return of the sorceress to allow her respite in their castle, their home. Snow was forgiving, he knew from experience, but she wasn't stupid. As hard a pill to swallow as it was, perhaps he should give the witch a chance to prove herself to him, too. No matter how much he hated the idea. He really, really, really hated that idea.
Then his thoughts traveled to his new lawn ornament, and the crew that had, apparently, came with it. He had yet to meet the two who were staying here in the castle, and he wasn't sure what to think of them yet. He might just kill the pirate for kissing his barely eighteen year old daughter.
No, she kissed him, he reminded himself. True Love's Kiss broke the spell, he'd been told. How did anyone know, though? There had been no witnesses, except Emma, and the pirate in question. It would suit him just fine if this was all just some ruse the pirate cooked up just to win his daughters heart. Perhaps he spelled her, then 'saved' her...
He shook his head. He knew he was going overboard with that theory. He wouldn't drop it, but he wasn't going to string the man up for it either. He'd have to allow the man a chance, same as Regina. He shouldn't just hate the man for existing, yet he knew he would anyway. No man could prove worthy of his daughter, that much he was sure of.
This left him with one option: To be angry with himself. If he had been here, instead of procuring a peace treaty with Arendelle, which really only needed to be put into writing and signed, perhaps he'd understand more clearly why Snow wasn't as worried about all of this or any of them. Then again, if he hadn't been able to return, perhaps no one would know of this missing day until much later. It would be rather awkward to be surprised as guests started to arrive.
He decided he'd simply have to be angry at some nameless, faceless sorcerer instead. Who would do such a thing? Why? The missing third man from the ship?
"David…" His thoughts vanished as his head swiveled to look into the eyes of his wife. He closed his gaping mouth, clearing his throat. She was worried.
"Sorry, Snow, it's…"
"It's a lot. I know."
"What do you think of the pirate?"
"Captain Jones," She corrected with a small smile. "I think he really does like her."
"Because he asked to court her?"
"Because he was genuine. Both when he asked after her parents when he thought she was a maid, and again when he offered to back out of it when he found out she was a princess, though he didn't want to."
"Then why offer?"
"He's proper, David. I know that sounds odd for a pirate. I can't shake the feeling though, that he might just be good for her."
He raised his eyebrows. "Because of their kiss?"
She smirked playfully. "Well, that definitely helps his case."
"Why did she lie about her identity?"
Snow sighed blissfully, looking away. "She didn't want the magick to end."
He did not like the sound of that, whatever that meant. He had a feeling he was not going to like how any of this unfolded.
