The princess of the Enchanted Loft
Captainswan2000 asked for a oneshot of Emma having a fever and walking around the house with a blanket over her shoulders like a cape whilst she's saying silly things. When Charming asks her why she's wearing a cape, she says she's the princess of the Enchanted Loft.
Charming wasn't sure exactly how he should feel as he watched Emma parade around the loft apartment. Amused? Worried? Think it is adorable? He decided to go with a little mix of them all. Emma was sick. She had a fairly nasty fever. She was meant to be in her bed upstairs, sleeping it off in a place where someone could watch out for her. Instead, here she was downstairs in her pyjamas and her baby blanket draped over her shoulders like a cape. She seemed to be curtsying to random objects in their home, mumbling nonsense. Charming decided enough was enough and that he had to say something.
"Hey Emma," He said gently as he approached her "why've you got a cape on, sweetheart?"
"It's not a cape." Emma told him, her eyes glazed over. "It is my royal gown. I am wearing it to say hello to all the villagers who have come to see me today." Emma stood up and waved, grinning wildly.
"Oh I see." Charming said, deciding it was best just to go along with it. "Are you a princess then?" Emma giggled.
"Of course I am dad." Charming smiled.
"Where are you the princess of."
"Silly dad. I am the princess of the Enchanted Loft. These are our people." Emma waved again, blowing kisses.
"Ok baby. I think you've shown the people enough for today. Why don't you go back upstairs to bed…"
"No." Emma complained. "I haven't given out my speech…"
"Another time." Charming said, taking her hand and leading her upstairs. As much as he would have loved to hear whatever nonsense she had stored in her head, he knew Emma should be in bed. So that's exactly where Charming took her to. Within seconds, Emma was back asleep again. He pressed a small kiss to her fevered brow, replacing the cold compress back onto her forehead.
"Sleep well, my princess. No more little wanders, ay?" He whispered before tiptoeing back out. That really had been some sight to behold.
