'Today's the day,' Emma mused to herself, smiling at her reflection in the mirror. She turned her head at the sound of her bedroom door being opened, revealing an ecstatic Snow rushing towards her.

Positioning herself behind her daughter, her hands resting upon the blonde's shoulders, the brunette smiled in adoration at the image in the mirror. "Today is your wedding day, Emma," she beamed. "I'm so happy for you." At the statement, Emma's face fell as she turned in her mother's arms. Taking notice of the blonde's change in demeanor, Snow questioned her daughter, "What's wrong, Emma? Isn't this what you've always dream for?"

'Is it," the blonde questioned internally. Bringing her gaze back to her mother's concerned expression, Emma confessed to her, "I don't know if Neal is…right…for me." Snow willed herself to not let her expression drop at her daughter's admission. Instead, she plastered on her best mock smile.

"Of course he is," she exclaimed, as if it were the most obvious thing in the world. Taking her daughter's hands in her own, Snow lead them to sit on Emma's bed together. "Listen," she began, her voice taking on a more serious tone. "Marriage is hard, I won't lie. It takes time and practice and devotion."Scanning her daughter's eyes, she continued, "So I ask you, are you willing to devote yourself fully to Neal? If not for yourself, then for everyone in our kingdom."

There was a long, drawn out pause where Emma pondered her mother's words, then she spoke up. Inhaling deeply, she announced to her mother, "I, Princess Emma promise to fully commit myself to my husband."

Smiling, Snow embraced her daughter. "I am soproud of you, Emma." There was a hesitant knock at the door, catching both female's attentions. Snow called out that it was opened, then an elderly woman entered. "It's time, my queen," she informed Snow.

"Thank you, Granny," She nodded in response. The brunette turned back to her daughter, who was now beginning to appear nervous. 'Which is to be expected before getting married,' Snow wrote off. 'It's not the fact that she's regretting it.' The queen knew it was no use trying to reason with what she knew to be true–her daughter did notwant to marry the Dark One's son, but it was out of her hands. This had to be done.

Remembering back to the exact moment when her and Charming first made the deal with Rumpelstiltskin, Snow shuddered. The purpose of meeting with the man was to find a way to get rid of Emma's potential for darkness, which had been prophesized by Merlin's Apprentice. The Dark One was willing to help them, but, of course, there was a price. There was always a price. This one was that Emma would marry the Dark One's son. Snow didn't know why he wanted this–the man already having enough land and fortune for many lifetimes–, but who was she to argue when he offered to help save their daughter?

"I guess that's my cue," whispered Emma, almost inaudibly, as she stood from the bed and followed Granny out the door. Snow stood up, gazing at the blonde's retreating form.

'We should have never made that deal.'

"Do you, Princess Emma, take Sir Neal to be your lawfully, wedded husband? To have and to hold…" The officiator proceeded to name the terms of marriage. When he had finished, Emma responded with an 'I do', and, when it was Neal's turn, he responded in kind. Nodding his head, the officiator announced, "By the power of me in the land of Misthaven, I now-" There was loud BANG, which interrupted the man's speaking, causing everyone's heads to snap towards the source–the entrance of the great hall.

"Sorry I'm late," Regina interjected, storming down the aisle towards the pair. Instantly, Neal drew his sword from his sheath and aimed it at the woman, who then laughed mockingly at the sight.

"What do you want," demanded Sir Neal, recognizing the brunette as the siren hybrid she is, as well as the daughter of Poseidon.

"How kind of you to ask," the woman sneered. "I'm here for her." The room followed the woman's pointed finger to Emma, who was staring wide-eyed at the brunette, having no idea who the woman was. Neal turned his attention from the princess back to Regina, and spat, "What do you want of my wife?"

Letting out a mirthless laugh, the siren scoffed, "She's not your wife…yet." Shaking his head in anger, Sir Neal retorted, "Well, sorry if we haven't had the opportunity to consummate our marriage." Enjoying the sight of the brunette becoming filled with rage, he smirked. "We were a bit interrupted."

Releasing a feral screech, Regina threw her hands in the air, causing lightning to flash and thunder to growl outside the windows of the building. The crowd began to panic and Charming took it upon himself to call his guards on the woman. Right as they were ordered to take Regina down, she used her abilities to knock them all to the ground in unison. Her eyes caught onto Emma's own hazel ones and she realized that their warmth and glow, that had previously been present, was now absent.

"What have you done to her," Regina snarled at the groom. Neal furrowed his brows at the woman, not understanding what she was referring to. Looking towards his father, he noticed that the man's gaze was now diverted downwards. 'What did he do,' Neal brooded, knowing quite well how his father's plans tended to have negative impacts on other people's lives to make his own better.

Tired of being silent, Emma spoke up for the first time. "Who are you," she questioned. Regina was taken aback by the blonde's statement. She, once again, searched the woman's eyes and saw nothing but sincerity and confusion in the blonde's orbs.

Unable to handle everything that was happening all at once, and needing time and space to go over the recent events in her mind, Regina used her powers to evaporate into thin air. She rematerialized shortly after in her castle, which sat upon a small island in the middle of the sea. Instantly, she began pacing the floor, mulling over all the possibilities of what could have happened to her Emma–because, Regina knew, the Emma that she saw was not hers.

The brunette was determined to find out the truth about what happened that fateful night, and, to start her investigation, she needed a little help. In particular, from a certain green fairy, who could be found on the shores of Neverland.