A/N: This chapter turned out better than I expected. I hadn't originally planned to post a really long chapter, but so much happened that I didn't know when was the perfect stopping point. I also hadn't planned for a scene between Ruby and David, but it happened lol let's see how you all feel about this chapter and the next, which I will try to work on later on during the day and post up right after, but I make no promises. I do promise however that at some point or another, all my stories will be completed. Thank you all for being so amazing! :) Happy reading!
Everything was perfect tonight. The flight was smooth and relaxing, especially once Emma's hand slipped its way into Regina's. Their eyes would connect with each kiss the blonde would place at the top of her hand every now and again during their flight. And the sight itself, seeing the city lights of London was quite a dream Regina never imagined it ever happening for her. And Emma… it wasn't enough to say that she looked absolutely stunning on this night. Flying this helicopter, in just a pair of dress pants and white dress shirt, sleeves rolled up and all.
Except Emma wasn't just an ordinary, stunningly beautiful woman.
She was much more than that. She was a freaking princess. A royal that would become queen of not only a home, but an entire country!
And she was in love with her. Out of anyone Emma could possibly have and fall in love with- she chose her.
Regina Mills. Age thirty-four, divorced, mother of one, Regina Mills.
Why would Emma want her of all people was beyond her questioning.
Regina could stare at Emma all the time and not want to blink.
Green eyes found her favorite pair of brown ones staring right at her, a tiny smirk forming at the corner of her lip. A smile that could as well make Regina weak at the knees.
"Do you want to fly it?" Asked Emma, taking the brunette completely off guard with her unexpected question.
Her eyes grew wide, "Fly? No." Her head shook, a small chuckle escaping her throat.
"Come on. It's easy." Emma's hand took a hold of Regina's, placing it on the aircraft's stick, her hand wrapping over hers. "Just grab hold, and you keep it straight."
Regina's heart pounded inside her chest, like two giant drums. Her body overcame a sense of adrenaline, just as a pearly white smile spread across her lips in that very moment. It wasn't so much the flying that made her heart almost explode of gusto, but her girlfriend's touch.
She certainly knew how to win her over.
Because this is what this was. A way to win her over and win her forgiveness, which Regina had to admit- was working to its perfection.
And the way her green eyes just sparkled before her, oozing out all the love her heart held for her with each glancing look. How could she not ultimately forgive her? If she loved her too, just as much or possibly way more.
Regina didn't realize it, but Emma's hand had moved away from holding her own.
"See? Easy." Emma crossed her arms over her chest, "You're flying it all by yourself."
Brown eyes grew wide once again, "No, I'm not." She looked down at her hand after realizing the blonde's arms were casually crossed over her chest. "Oh, my God…" She looked up at a laughing Emma, "I'm really flying it?" She asked with a matching smile.
"You really are." Said Emma, "I may make a pilot out of you yet."
Regina's grin grew, her eyes sparkling with excitement, staring out into the beautiful city before her.
"I must admit, that was one of the most scariest, yet most exciting things I have ever come to experience." Said Regina, thankful to finally be walking on solid ground, hand in hand with her beloved.
Emma chuckled, "I felt the same way when I started flying."
Paris was quite beautiful, especially at this hour of the night. Before landing, Emma flew her around, showing off the most beautiful parts of the city to the brunette from up above. And now, on foot, enjoying an evening stroll through a quiet, and lit up part of the city, it was at its most spectacular sight.
"And, just how many girls have you taken flying before?" Asked Regina, a smirk to her.
Emma grinned shyly, "Just one."
Regina froze, her eyes staring at her wide, causing Emma to release another laugh.
"I'm talking about you. You're the only one."
The sound of those words hit her like a breath of fresh air. Her eyes still throwing deadly glares her way, "You're still not forgiven, you know. Although, I must admit, you sure know how to impress a girl."
"Well, as long as I'm on my way to being forgiven." Emma smiled sweetly.
Regina's head shook, remembering the queen's words throughout that very awkward lunch, "Why didn't you tell me that you were in an arranged marriage?" Regina stopped walking, her eyes locking on Emma's.
Emma sighed, "Because that's the key word, 'was', and it was a long time ago. It didn't matter anything to me then, and it certainly doesn't matter anything to me now."
"You still could have told me. I would have understood it if I had heard it from you." Regina replied, speaking with her heart, continuing on with their stroll, allowing Emma to lead her through the city.
"You're right." Emma nodded, holding onto her girlfriend's hand, "I still should have told you. I did say no more secrets. That's why I intend to make this right." She paused, standing before a car, which was clearly waiting for them.
Regina couldn't help but smile, of course. She could never help but smile with Emma around. The woman was very charming with her ways. Even way before she knew she was from a royal family.
"So, then Little Red Riding Hood says, 'Why, grandmother, what big teeth you have!' and the wolf replies, 'The better to eat you with!'" She smirked, seeing Henry jump a little under his covers, from her suddenly moving closer to him as she read the wolf's line in the story she chose to read to him tonight. And as she began to close the book, not wanting to finish the rest of the story for him, she said, "And that's what happens to little boys and girls who don't go to bed once they are told too."
"No, it doesn't!" Henry's brow creased.
"It does tonight." Ruby placed the ridiculously heavy book on top of the nightstand, beside Henry's bed, leaning down towards the boy, her hands tucking him into bed, tighter than a burrito. "Sweet dreams, kiddo." She whispered after placing a loving kiss to the boy's forehead.
"Good night, aunt Ruby." Henry yawned, his eyes closing, not even giving him a chance to realize just how tired he actually was. Which always brought out a chuckle in Ruby.
She never thought of herself good enough to be a mother. In fact, the thought of her ever having children never really crossed her mind. But, for Henry- who she dearly cared for more than herself and who she had the pleasure of babysitting more than once in the past- there was no telling what she wouldn't do for that kid. She would bend over backwards for him any day.
If only every kid were like him.
She slightly closed the door, just as she exited out of the room that would be Henry's for the entire summer. Her eyes, not at all ready to call it a night just yet. So, like a typical night for Ruby, she would stroll the castle grounds. Quiet as a mouse, heading down each step with a happy little pep in her step.
This palace was literally so big, there were endless rooms to still explore. She made her way through the familiar dining room, her eyes still drinking in every expensive corner of the room as she passed through. Past the dining room, about two rooms down, she stopped- spotting a library. An endless library with books from all the way to the very third floor, all the way down to the marbled ground.
Ruby never denied her love for books. One thing her and Henry had in common.
Her hand felt around the corner of the wall, flickering on the lights, which made the library pop out more. Her eyes lighting up at the endless sight of every book in this gigantic room. There was a wooden globe right in the center of the floor, a few round, small tables set up here and there at the end of walls, a fireplace set with a rug and two giant chairs set up in front of it, and a chess board right in the middle of both seats. Not to mention with a few pieces of expensive, framed art. Three at the most, she counted. Stairs, actual staircases curving on each side of the two walls, to her left and right side that lead up to the second floor, followed by another set that led to the third.
Sure, it was late, but gathering that the house grew impossibly quiet at this time of night, and no one seemed to be around, she didn't think being in here would bother anyone. After all, it wasn't as if she would be making any noise.
She walked on by to one of the shelves on the first floor, studying each book, some looking to be old and classic. Her fingertips brushing against their spines as she passed on by, too afraid to even pick one off its rightful place.
This place was ridiculously expensive, a book would dare to come apart in her hands.
It was then, the low clearing of a throat startled her, making her jump and whip her head towards the two main opened doors, releasing a surprised gasp to the King's presence. His hands raised in front of him.
"Forgive me. I didn't mean to startle you." A friendly smile tugged at the corners of his lips, his hands tucking inside his pants pockets. A quirk, no doubt, Emma gathered from him. That and his dashing smile.
What was that saying? The apple didn't fall far from the royal tree?
Having lost both her parents as such an early age, and being raised by her only living grandmother, Ruby wasn't old enough to get to see the similarities she might've had from her parents, but she did share some from her grandmother, which was enough to state the point in that saying. Not to mention Henry and Regina's similarities. Which, thank God, that kid seems to be taking after his mother and not his loser of a father. Okay, so Daniel wasn't that bad. But, he hurt her best friend and that was always a no in Ruby's book of people she would consider liking.
Emma was in a different category.
"Your Majesty." Ruby kneeled, bowing all the way down, which caused an amused chuckle to escape from David.
"You know, you don't have to do that every time my wife or myself walk into a room." David said, taking a few steps towards Ruby, his hands placed behind his back. Posture straight.
There was a hint of blush in her cheeks, her body shyly twirling on its own, which David found endearing. Not in a romantic way. Although, he had to admit, she was an attractive woman. But, it was more of a certain aura to her- a shine- that he found… intriguing.
"Despite what you might think of me, I can be a classy kind of girl." She replied, a smirk to her.
David chuckled, yet again, "I don't doubt that about you. Classy, yet… interestingly dangerous?" It wasn't a question but more of a statement of its own.
"Interestingly dangerous? Really?" Ruby's brow raised, her head tilting, "Do you really think I'm dangerous?" She asked, quite intrigued herself.
"Aren't you?" David's eyes looked up towards some of his books in that library, none in particular as he spoke, "You've arrived only a few days, and already you have two men after your attention."
"Why, Your majesty…" Ruby smirked, playfully flirting- because she wouldn't be Ruby if she didn't flirt- even with the king himself. "What would the queen say if she knew?"
The brunette's flirting, of course, could make anyone blush. David not being an exception, his cheeks gathering a hint of pink in them. Her smirk grew as she heard the clearing of his throat.
"I'm surprised to see you up this late, your highness. I thought I'd be the only one up touring this castle."
"Oh, not at all." David's posture remained straight, "Why, I sometimes find myself wandering every room in this castle myself late at night." He paused, his eyes turning towards Ruby's blue ones in a shy manner, his posture leaning in a slight bit, "Between you and me… I sometimes find myself sneaking into the kitchen where I highly enjoy a late bowl of cocoa puffs."
Ruby's eyes grew wide, her mouth opening into a perfect O shape, gasping playfully between them, "No!" She scoffed, acting completely taken by surprise, "You rebel!" She smirked as did David, smacking his arm playfully, "See, I knew there was a certain bad boy in you, your majesty."
He blushed, "Alright. Now, you're making fun."
"Noooo… are you kidding? I mean any girl would go for a guy who eats an entire bowl of chocolate cereal late at night." She played, "Trust me, it's a real turn on. In fact that's how Emma won Regina over. It's one of your daughter's many talents back in New York."
A small laughter escaped him, his features suddenly turning serious, wondrous as he asked her, "How has Emma been? In all seriousness. I mean… is she… happy?"
Ruby's lips pursed, a tiny smirk tugging at her lips, "I'll tell you what. I'll answer any question you have for me, if I get the pleasure of enjoying a late night bowl of cocoa puffs with you, while you tell me a bit about yourself."
David smiled at the idea, quite craving a cold bowl of cereal right about now. He held out his arm, which Ruby didn't hesitate to hold onto, enjoying being escorted out of the room and into the kitchen by the king himself.
Two bowls of cereal later, and a box of cocoa puffs on the kitchen counter, spoons clanking together in a friendly toast of their own. Ruby and David found their conversation the most fun either of them had had in awhile. Especially for David. Not including Emma, he couldn't remember when was the last time someone actually took the time to just casually sit around and enjoy a nice conversation with him like tonight. He liked it.
"No way you painted the portraits in the library!" Ruby's eyes grew wide, fascinated by the King's story of his younger years. Not that he was an ancient man now, because to her surprise Emma's parents were still quite the lookers.
"I give you my word." The king nodded proudly.
"Ha!" Ruby pulled the silver spoon out of her mouth with a bit of suction, "I knew those initials on the paintings had to be yours. I don't know how I didn't put it together before." She smirked, a cheeky glint in her eye, "You have quite the talent, your majesty. Now I know where Emma gets all of her talents from."
David chuckled, "Thank you, but not all my talents. Believe it or not, my wife was a fine archer back in the day, a trait she made sure Emma learned well." His eyes filled with a light of a memory, "Fine dancer too. Excellent dancer. In fact, she was always better than I ever was."
"A dancer?" Ruby's brow raised, "So, the queen didn't always have a stick up her ass, then?"
Milk gargled from David's muffled laughter, his hands picking up a napkin, cleaning away any dripping liquid from his lips and chin. Wiping a way a tiny spot of milk that had found its way onto his shirt.
Ruby truly had no shame. However she felt about someone, she would directly say it without filter.
After a cough and clearing of his throat, the king finally replied to the brunette's… direct question, "No." He chuckled, "No, she most certainly was a different person then. So full of life. Vibrant. Happy." His tone grew sad at the word happy.
"Something she's not anymore, I gather?" Ruby asked, pointing out a fact of observation of her own.
An observation that became confirmed just as David sighed, "Well, once Emma became of age and started to rebel against her, she spent all of her energy trying to make her see the way of things. Trying to make her stay. It was good for a while, and when our daughter and Killian dated, the queen had high hopes for Emma." He paused, recalling the events of that time, "But, she tried pushing her too far, too fast that… eventually Emma grew tired of it." He placed his bowl aside on the piece of counter to his right, "I can't say I blame her. Emma has always been her own person. She's nothing like myself or her mother."
If there was something Ruby always was, it was being a great listener.
"I hate to argue with you, but Emma is exactly like you, and the queen." She stated, "I've only known her for a year, but to answer your previous question of whether she's happy or not. I can promise you she is." She paused, her eyes locking onto David's own faint green ones, "Emma has this whole other life back in New York. A life she has made us a part of and it's a life that Regina has only added more excitement and happiness to. Plus Henry."
Now, David was the one listening. Their eye contact never faulty.
"And I'm not just saying this because Regina happens to be my best friend and my boss. I'm saying this because it's what I've seen." Her hips leaned back against the counter, "Tell me something, your grace, have you ever truly taken the time to talk to your daughter? I mean truly talk to her. Not about what she wants to do here, but about her life back in New York."
David's gears started to turn, his mind filled with thoughts.
"About her plans for a life of her own. With Regina and Henry. About what a great artist she is. A trait she most certainly got from you." She poked the man's chest with her index finger, causing a smile to burst out of him. "Talk to her. You may be surprised. Who knows, maybe if the queen took some time for herself to actually talk to her, and Regina, she would see that they are exactly right for each other."
After a moment's pause, David spoke, "You're right. You're absolutely right, Ruby. I must admit, I know so little about Regina myself but, gathering from what little I've seen of her with my daughter, I can tell she really loves her."
Ruby had a tiny smile to her, "She does. I can promise you she does. Regina may not come from a wealthy family like yours, or like Emma's, but she is a woman with a good head on her shoulders and with her heart in the right place. Isn't that what a queen should be?" She paused, "I know she isn't the ideal match you probably wanted for your daughter, but isn't that for Emma to decide? I mean, which would you rather have? A future queen who will be married and unhappy or one who can someday rule and still form a part of what she loves the most?"
"What did you used to do before you came into photography?" David asked, holding up his hand to prevent her from answering right away, "Don't tell me. A psychiatrist, right?"
Ruby couldn't hold back her laughter, "God, no. As good as I am listening to other people's problems, I could never do it for a living. I taught dance."
"Dance?" His brows raised in surprise.
Ruby nodded proudly, "And I'll have you know I am quite the expert. I taught Regina everything she knows."
"Everything, really? Well, since we both find ourselves far from sleep…" David's curiosity peaked, his hand motioning towards the exit of the kitchen, "Care for a dance?"
Ruby's brow raised, "I never turn down a dance, your grace, however would the queen be okay with you dancing with another woman in the middle of the night? I am after all… how did you put it? Interestingly dangerous?" She smirked, making her way out of the kitchen with David in tow.
"You have your own dance studio?" Ruby chuckled, "Why am not surprised? Is this where you and Queen-Stick-Up-Her-Ass used to get all kinds of freaky back in the day?"
David chuckled, his cheeks a shade of pink, "It's the ballroom. This is where the celebration for Emma's twenty-eight birthday and coronation will be held in two weeks time."
The room was empty, of course, not overlooking the matching staircase that resembled that of the one by the entrance and the fireplace. Gathering from its size, you could fit about a hundred people within it. Maybe more.
"Awesome. Now, why don't you show me what you have hiding under all that royalness, your highness?" She teased, "Show me what you did to impress the queen." Her eyes took in the sight of the King, his straightened posture, his arms extending out, welcoming her into his grasp, which Ruby's hands soon found.
"Ready?" Asked David, his hand respectfully placed at her waist, his body keeping a rightful distance from hers.
Ruby's brow raised, already feeling the seriousness of the dance, "Lead the way."
David's right foot moved out, while Ruby's left moved in in an old fashioned waltz. She could see his eye contact, but he wasn't all there. Keeping it casual, mentally counting his steps.
Ruby froze, breaking contact with him, which left the king's brow creasing in wonder, "Is that the type of dancing you did with her?" She asked.
"It's the only type of dancing we ever did. When we met, when I courted her," A hint of a smile appeared on his lips at the memory, "At her coronation. At our wedding, it was very intimate-"
Ruby scoffed, rolling her eyes, "Yeah, that's wonderful, your lordship, but maybe I'm starting to wonder if that stick up her ass was placed by yourself."
David's eyes grew wider than Ruby had ever seen, "Pardon?"
"May I give you some advice? Speaking professionally." At David's nod, she continued, "While the waltz is always the dance to any royal ceremony, have you ever considered breaking tradition a little bit and trying something… a little more… risque?"
"What did you have in mind, exactly?" He asked, his hands placed behind his back.
"Say like… a tango." She continued, even through David's surprised look, "Come on, you can't tell me that just because you come from royalty you've never danced a tango before." She smirked, "Is that where Emma caught her rebellious streak from?"
"Well…" David nodded, "We tried once, but that was within the privacy of these four walls."
Ruby rolled her eyes, "See, that's what's missing! You want to have the old queen back, surprise her with a tango at the ball, in front of everyone. There's nothing more exciting than dancing a tango, it's like sex on hardwood. I can guarantee you, that she will be giving you the royal treatment." She smirked.
David's head tilted, not understanding, "The what?"
She shook her head, "Never mind, you wait here. If we're going to dance, we're going to dance right."
David watched as she walked out of the room, and within a few moment's time she walked right back in with a stereo in one hand, and turning off the lights to the room with the other. A tiny smile to him.
"Do me a favor. While I set up here, why don't you get a fire started?" She nodded towards the chimney. And even though David didn't understand why she was doing this, he listened anyway, quickly providing them very little lighting with the flames bursting from it.
David chuckled, shaking his head but happy to comply with the fiery brunette's orders. It had been years since he danced, and he was quite excited about it, so much that he removed his jacket, letting it slip off his body, rolling up the sleeves to his navy blue shirt. While Ruby… she was as ready as anyone, wearing a white shirt to sleep in that was quite fit to her frame, along with a pair of red short shorts. Her feet bare. You couldn't get more comfortable than that.
She pulled her hair back in a messy ponytail with a red hairband she wore on her wrist. The sensual beat to the song played along perfectly as she walked her way up to the king. Her hand took a hold of his, slowly moving it upward, her eyes locked on his, "The tango isn't so much about who leads, but leading each other as one."
Ruby's left arm caressed its way up his right arm, her right hand delicately placed on his lower back, until she roughly pushed him against her own body. Both their feet, oppositely moved in sync to each other and the music until their bodies suddenly parted with such force, and came right back together, catching one another in a straight posture. They moved again, Ruby a few steps backward, while David moved forward, their faces inches apart. And as David's right arm extended outward, Ruby's body spun on command, making its way back into his embrace, feeling his pull like a magnet. Her right leg bending at the knee, resting upward against his side.
Both postures straightened out, David's hand respectfully resting against her upper back, Ruby's holding him by the shoulder, their others hand joined. They spinned together several turns, in sync with the music, with each other. Their eyes always maintaining their deep contact with one another once the music picked up speed for a certain part. Then, Ruby threw her body forward, out of his reach, only to be forcefully pulled back by David, her back pressed against his chest. The brunette's legs spread out gracefully, sliding across the floor with ease, while David slowly pulled her back up. Her head seductively turning over her shoulder to glance. Just glance.
David threw her forward, never releasing her arm, forcing her to turn, facing him, pulling her in once again, while they both spun in several circles together. Her hand placed right on his left pectoral muscle, as if forcing him to stop. They froze for a short minute, just as David spun her out, allowing her to spin a few more times on her own before crashing right back into his body, feeling herself being lifted by the king's very arms in a cradling position, spinning a couple of more rounds with her in his arms before very slowly, very sensually placing her down on the floor.
Both breathing rapidly, matching smirks and glossing skins with pebbles of sweat coating their foreheads as the song came to an end.
From a distance, this could be seen as morally wrong in so many eyes. Even though, there was nothing going on far from an innocent tango dance. Yet from a distance, not only were Gold's eyes a witness to what looked like something much more. A tiny smirk to him as he simply slithered away into the shadows of the castle.
David chuckled, bowing respectfully to Ruby, "Thank you, Ruby. Truly. I haven't danced like that in years. I almost forgot how great it felt."
Ruby smiled, bowing her head respectfully in return, "It was a pleasure, Your majesty. Promise me that you are going to rock that party with your swift, sensual dance moves."
David released a small laugh, nodding.
The flash to Regina's Nikon camera flashed before her and Emma, a waiter from the restaurant they found themselves dining in, courteous enough to have taken a picture of them together. Both happy as can be with matching Colgate smiles. And the view behind them was spectacular as ever, with the Eiffel tower shining just behind them at a distance.
"There you go." He handed the camera back to the brunette.
"Thank you." Regina smiled his way, sitting back down at her seat, while Emma handed him a credit card to pay for their bill and another bottle of their finest wine.
"Right away." He happily nodded, picking up their empty plates and wine glasses before leaving them alone once again.
"Another bottle?" A smirk to her, "If I didn't know any better I'd say you are trying to get me drunk so I can forgive you."
Emma chuckled, "I can assure you, that is not my intent."
"No?" Regina's brow raised, her smirk only growing.
"No."
"Pity." Regina shrugged, "It was working."
Both shared a small laugh, looking out the terrace they found themselves dining on, drinking in the magical view of the city of Paris.
"I can't thank you enough for this, Emma." Regina spoke, causing Emma to look right into her eyes for the hundredth time tonight, "This whole trip has been… far from anything I could have ever dreamed. Tonight has been like an enchantment I don't ever want to wake up from."
"Then don't." Replied Emma, the corner of her lip curving into a tiny smile, the color green in her eyes standing out more with the lights of the city that shined around them. "You don't ever have to wake up." She paused, "You deserve much, much more than this, Regina. You deserve the world, which is exactly what I wanted to gift to you tonight. But also to prove to you that you are it for me."
Regina's smile was so big, it hurt her cheeks, her hand stretching across the table, reaching for her girlfriend's hand. Both remained quiet as the waiter momentarily came back to their table, new bottle of wine and two clean glasses in hand. They waited until he served them, leaving the bottle on the table, along with the receipt before walking away for the night.
"Now I can see why Daniel doesn't like you. To be a woman and have all these gestures with me," Regina explained with a smile to her, "You outrank him and anyone on this earth. Now if you were a guy, imagine, you'd really put him and any other guy to shame."
A laughter escaped the princess' throat, "Just imagine if you became queen someday, you'd have the whole world at your feet."
Regina chuckled, "I never wanted the world, Emma. Not when I have you. You are something far more beautiful to me than the world."
Emma found herself swallowing the lump that suddenly formed in her throat, feeling it dry up as well as her lips, her tongue quickly wetting them as she took her hand back. "You know, there is something else that I've been meaning to give you."
"What is it?" Her brows furrowed in wonder. Her eyes watched as Emma released a deep inhaled breath, scooting her chair closer to hers.
"Before I met you, there was a time in my life where I found myself lost. Disconnected from the world and my family. After I left here, it took me a long while to come back, until you came into my life and changed that for the better. I knew I loved you at the very second we mistook that coffee and our hands brushed."
Regina smiled even more at the memory.
"I thought to myself, 'She's it for me. She's the one.' And, I was right. You gave me a chance to court you, after you finally believed that I wasn't going to murder you and Henry," She smiled at the sound of Regina's small laughter, "And there isn't a day that goes by where I don't thank God for gifting me with your love and beauty. When I met you, I finally knew where I belonged and where I want to be for the rest of my life. You see, because… I may have all this," She motioned to the city, "But without you, I would have nothing but an empty and broken heart. Nothing, none of this matters if you aren't by my side."
Regina's lips parted, her brow creasing at the sight of Emma suddenly kneeling down on one knee.
People around them gasped, some already crying, other's smiling.
Green eyes locked on Regina's brown orbs, shining even more as she looked up at her.
"I swear fealty to you, along with my love and faithfulness. And if I ever dare to fail at any of these tasks that I have given myself towards you tonight, then may the steel of my father's blade, my grandfather's, and my great grandfather's before him pierce my heart and kill me where I stand."
Regina's eyes were suddenly wide, not being able to help her question, "Your father has a sword?"
Emma chuckled, blinking a few times to gather her composure once again, this time taking her girlfriend by the hand, pressing a small white box against the palm of her hand, which caused Regina to gasp more in surprise at the sight of a beautiful pure gold, diamond ring. The Swan family crest placed right in the center, covered in hundreds of tiny diamonds. It was like anything she had ever seen.
She waited until brown orbs stared right back into her own, "Regina Mills. Would you do me the extraordinary honor of marrying me?"
She waited, her heart racing inside her chest faster than she had felt it race before. So fast, she could swear it was going to explode at any given moment. Just as Regina's was feeling right this second, only hers dropped to her feet and jumped right back up, cheering her on to say yes.
Emma wet her lips once again, the pulse point on her neck beating along with her heart, "I realize the subject of marriage hasn't come up between us but-"
"Yes." Was the answer Regina gave, cutting the blonde's words away from her throat.
The corner of Emma's lip twitched in a tiny smirk, "Yes?"
Regina nodded, really not giving a second thought, her smile growing impossibly larger, "Yes, yes."
"Yes, yes?" Emma's grin grew.
"Yes, yes, yes!" Regina chuckled, pulling Emma into her, hard, crashing their lips with a fierce, yet passionate kiss.
Emma stood up without breaking their kiss, her arms wrapping tightly around the brunette's form, standing her to her feet as well. Laughter escaped the brunette, suddenly feeling her feet being lifted up off the ground for a short moment before being placed down again. Everyone around them clapped and cheered them on. Heads turning to the sight of fireworks being lit up and sent skyrocket into the sky, exploding in bright colors of blue, red, green, purple, etc.
"Did you do that?" Regina asked, already knowing the answer to her own question.
Emma nodded, a smile that made her cheeks sore plastered on her lips.
Regina shook her head in amazement, because Emma never failed to surprise her. "We'll have to talk to Henry."
"Oh, I already did that." Emma confirmed.
"You talked to him?" Her brow raised.
Emma gave a single nod, "I even called your mother up and spoke to her personally about it, she was thrilled."
Regina chuckled, "Oh, I don't believe that."
"I swear on my love for you." Emma smiled, her arms wrapping even more around her form, "You didn't think I was going to propose to you before speaking to the two most important people in your life, did you?"
Regina shook her head, her smile matching her girlfriend's- or rather, her fiancee, "Why, Your majesty, whatever am I going to do with you?"
"Hopefully love me until our hearts stop beating." Emma leaned in, pressing her lips onto Regina's in another passionate kiss. Their lips only taking but a second to melt onto one another as one.
