Chapter 13: Hungry Eyes
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Emma rolled over, reaching for Killian. Once she awoke from her sleep, a frown crossed her lips when she found him missing. She forced her tired eyes open, staring at Killian's empty side of the bed. Fear ran through her, remembering her dream from last night.
Emma's dream
Emma smiled — she was wearing one of Killian's large shirts and lying on a blanket on the beach in Neverland, feeling the sun warm her skin. Killian's arms reached out, pulling her to him, and his lips brushed up against her shoulder, placing soft kisses up her shoulder blade. "Can we stay here forever?" Emma let out a sigh of contentment.
"I will make that dream come true, once I've killed the Dark One," he purred out, nibbling on her earlobe and earning a soft moan from her.
Emma turned to face him once his lips moved away from her ear, but now it was Graham sitting next to her. "Graham," she whispered, running her hand over his cheek. A wave of guilt rolled over her for moving on — for loving and marrying Killian. But she also felt guilty because of the happiness and love she felt at being in Graham's arms when it was Killian who was her husband. Tears stung her eyes. "I'm sorry…" she began to say, but Graham cut her off, placing his fingers on her lips.
"Emma…" His blue eyes ran over her beautiful face and saw no signs of anger, hurt, and betrayal — only love. "I wanted you to be happy and find love again. You have nothing to feel guilty about or apologize for. " He smiled, as he could see that she didn't believe him. He leaned in to kiss her on the forehead before pulling away. "Have I ever lied to you?"
"No," Emma smiled, resting her forehead against his. "I'll always miss and love you, Graham." Her voice came out in a soft whisper on seeing a huge grin cross his face.
"I'll always love and miss you too, Emma," he told her, moving back slightly. However, his hands moved to cup her face. "I'm here to warn you about the danger coming." His loving gaze turned into one of concern, making Emma swallow hard. "The Dark One and his son want to take you from Killian — they want to kill him, and you will be the only one who can protect him, Emma."
Panic rushed over Emma as her heart thumped wildly in her chest. "How I am supposed to keep him safe? I can't watch him die like I did you — I can't, Graham!" she exclaimed, her whole body shaking. "I was ready to give up before I met Killian," she whispered, tears running down her cheeks. His thumbs wiped away her tears, a loud sob leaving her at the sensation of the loving gesture.
He tilted her chin up so she would look up at his eyes again. "Your magic will keep him and yourself safe. It's growing stronger and stronger every day, Emma." He could see the fear and disbelief in her eyes, so he continued, "Your magic comes from your pure heart and your strength to love. Your power is used for protection, and love will not let you stray from good. If it's used for revenge and hatred, it could lead you down a dark, dangerous path, and a price would have to be paid for it."
"Regina needs to pay for killing you!" Emma hissed, anger and hatred flickering in her eyes. "I can't let her get away with it."
Graham stared at her for a few moments before replying sadly, "It won't bring me back, Emma. All it will do is destroy you. And Killian needs to do the same, Emma — whoever kills the Dark One with the dagger becomes the Dark One after he is killed."
"Killian's been plotting Rumplestilskin's death for over three hundred years, and I've only had a year of mine towards Regina — I'm not sure I can stop him." She couldn't imagine anyone being able to stop her from getting revenge if she had wanted it for three hundred years.
"Yes, you can," he stressed to her, "by showing him that love that is worth living for, not hatred or revenge." He smiled, leaning in to kiss her softly on the lips.
End of dream
Emma quickly rushed around the room to get dressed, opening the door to see Smee waiting there for her. "Good morning, Princess Emma," he nodded at her, "Captain Jones is above deck with the prisoner. I'll be escorting you during the prisoner's stay here if you are not with the captain himself," he let know as he led her above deck.
She wanted to smile on seeing Killian behind the helm of the ship, his dark hair blowing in the wind, but she felt everyone's eyes on her — including those of the kidnapped prince. Prince Ethan was tied up and being held by Clark. "Ah, the princess is awake," Killian drawled out, looking over his shoulder with a huge smirk on his face. "I was expecting you to sleep all day after the treatment that I gave you last night, love," he purred, his blue eyes raking over her seductively. "Don't bother denying it, princess — my men heard your cries of pleasure."
Emma ignored him and tried to play her part, a blush purposely breaking out on her cheeks. She had a feeling that everyone on the boat had heard them last night. "Are you alright, Prince Ethan?" she asked, walking over to stand in front of the Prince.
"I'm more worried about you, Emma — I wish I could have gotten to you before that monster put his hands on you," he replied, false concern in his brown eyes. In retribution, Clark hit Ethan on the large bump on the back of his head, which elicited a loud groan of pain from the prince.
"You're hurt," Emma stated, frowning. She reached out to touch him, but Killian was at her side instantly. He yanked her to him forcefully, wrapping his arms around her waist. Anger flashed in his blue eyes.
"You willnot touch him," he hissed, jealousy rushing through him at the idea of her touching another man. He was still fighting his jealousy at hearing her call out for her dead fiancé last night in her sleep. "I'm the only man you are allowed to touch, princess." He turned away from her to look at the prince, a smug look on his face. "I assure you that she enjoyed every touch and every thrust." Killian's hands palmed her bottom and he thrust his hips up against hers. A soft cry came out of Emma's mouth, her eyes fluttering shut as her hands gripped his upper arms.
"See? She can't get enough of me — just like every woman I've bedded," he smirked at the prince, feeling Emma's muscles tense at the mention of the many women he had slept with during his long life. She shoved him off of her, narrowing her eyes at him and making him chuckle. "There is no need to get jealous, love," he smiled, moving in closer to her. "You're the only woman on my ship — for now."
Emma felt her hand shaking at her side — she wanted to slap him. He, much like her, was putting on quite a show for the prince, but she had a feeling he was really angry at her about something.
"If you want gold, my family and hers will pay a handsome ransom for our returns," Ethan said, finally gaining the attention of Emma and Killian.
"While I love gold, that's not what I'm after," Killian replied, walking over closer to the prince. "There is something I want — in a temple — and only a person of royal blood can go inside. So I kidnapped at princess to retrieve it for me." His eyes traveled over to Emma, giving her a lustful look. "I'm hoping that she comes back in one piece, as it would be a bloody shame if she didn't."
"I'll go in and retrieve whatever item you are seeking, but on one condition." Ethan said to him, hearing all of the pirates on the ship laughing along with their captain.
"You are in no position to make any demands, boy," Killian stressed to the prince, amusement in his eyes while he motioned to the ropes and shackles securing him.
"If this temple is protected, there could be true danger inside, so you shouldn't send a princess to do a man's job. I know you don't care about Princess Emma, but I do. I, not Emma, will get this treasure for you, and then you will return me and Emma to my kingdom. We have many beautiful girls of noble blood in our kingdom — you can pick one, and she will be yours. Do we have a deal?" he offered while Killian rubbed his chin, pretending to think over his offer.
"Make it four, and you have yourself a deal," Killian countered, seeing if the prince could in good conscience give four women to a group of pirates whom he thought very little of.
"You have my word," Ethan nodded at him, planning on having the pirate executed for kidnapping him and Princess Emma. He looked over at Emma to see a look of protest in her eyes. "I cannot let you risk your life and go in that temple — or leave you here on this ship. You have my word that I will take care of you from now on."
"She still belongs to me until you fulfill your end of the deal," Killian reminded him, anger running through him on having to say those words.
"I belong to no one!" Emma hissed at him, releasing all of her anger and jealousy on hearing her husband ask for four noblewomen. Even though she knew it was an act, hearing him say he desired anyone but her infuriated her. Her chest was heaving as she took in deep breaths to calm down.
Rage filled Killian at her denial that she belonged to him. "Take her to my cabin, Smee. NOW!" he yelled out, Smee and Sparrow grabbing Emma's arms. They dragged her across the deck, Emma pretending to fight them and move away. Killian moved in front of the prince. "I'm going to show the princess how wrong she is — enjoy hearing her cries of pleasure as I take what is mine," he whispered in a menacing voice, leaning in close to the prince.
He started to walk away when the prince started yelling at Killian. "She's not yours! My Emma will never belong to you," he screamed after him, but the pirate kept walking away.
"Shut him up!" Killian demanded, glancing back over his shoulder. He saw one of his men raising his sword to hit him on the back of the head. "Don't bloody knock him out — gag him!" he demanded, an evil smirk forming on his lips. "I want him to hear whom she belongs to."
Killian continued to his quarters, only to see his father standing in front of the door, grinning. "You've got one hell of a lass, boy," he said with a wink, patting him on the shoulder before walking back up towards the deck.
He opened the door to see Emma sitting on their bed, a frown on her face. Killian was silent as he shut the door before walking over to her. "You are a good actress, but I already knew that before your little performance on the deck." There was coldness and anger in his voice, similar to when she caught up with him at that tavern after leaving her kingdom.
"What are you taking about, Killian?" Emma asked, hurt etched all over her face. "What is your problem?"
Killian's eyes grew dark, his anger and jealousy erupting at seeing the innocence she was claiming. "I'll tell you what my problem is," he hissed out, standing in front of her and glaring down at her. "My wife called out for another man in her sleep." He leaned in closer to her, his eyes darkening with rage.
Emma's mouth shaped an "O" of surprise, and she stared at him wordlessly, stunned for a moment. "It wasn't what you think," Emma whispered, reaching up to touch his cheek. Glaring at her, Killian recoiled from her hand like it was poisoned. "Graham was warning me about Rumplestiltskin and the danger ahead," she pleaded, looking down at the ground before raising her eyes to see that his had softened.
Killian knelt down in front of her and took her hands in his. "What danger, darling?" he asked, feeling his anger and jealousy fade away.
"Whoever kills Rumplestiltskin with the dagger becomes the new Dark One," she explained, leaning her forehead against his. "Rumplestiltskin and his son want to take me from you and kill you," she whispered softly.
"I'll never let them hurt you or take you from me — you must know that, Emma," he swore, letting go of her hands to cup her cheeks.
"I won't let him take you from me either, Killian." Emma smiled at him. "Graham said that my magic would keep us safe, and that we need to let go of our anger and hate because it could destroy us."
"It was just a dream, lass," he said to her, shaking his head. "You understand why I must kill the monster that killed my mother, just like you need to kill the Evil Queen."
"No, it wasn't just a dream." Emma gave him a pleading look, fearing for his life. "Promise me you won't kill Rumplestiltskin," she begged him, tears forming in her eyes. "I can't lose you… please, Killian."
"My love…" he whispered, kissing her forehead gently. Killian could see fear and determination in her eyes, knowing that she believed her dream was truly a warning.
"If magic is real, then why can't my dream be a warning?" Emma asked him. "My parents taught me to trust my instincts, and I know that my dream was a warning," she continued, trying to convince him.
Killian knew they weren't going to agree about her dream, so he decided that distracting her was a much better option. "Would you like to know what I dreamed about last night?" Killian rasped out, giving her a lustful look before leaning in to brush his lips over hers. Then he kissed her passionately, leaving her breathless when his lips moved down to kiss her chin.
"Yes?" Emma breathed out, his lips kissing the path down her neck and igniting her need for him. She wrapped her arms around his neck, her fingers digging into his shoulder blades. She could feel Killian smirking against her neck.
"We were back at your castle, in the throne room. You were sitting on one of the thrones when I found you there — wearing your wedding dress," he whispered seductively, nipping her neck and drawing a small moan from her. "I wanted to see if you were wearing any undergarments this time — so I pushed your dress up, and you weren't." Killian's voice was dripping with lust, and his hands had worked their way to the top of her pants, his lips kissing her pulse point.
"What happened next?" Emma breathlessly whispered, her hands moving down his back and trying to pull his shirt up. Everything about Killian Jones was seductive — and he was driving her mad with desire.
He pulled his lips away from her neck to look up at her. He had raised an eyebrow, burning lust in his eyes and an irresistible smirk on his lips. Emma's breath caught in her chest when arousal hit her like lightning. "I'll show you," he purred out, tearing off her pants and undergarment quickly before spreading her legs. His arms wrapped around the upper part of her thighs and pulled her to the edge of the bed, his eyes locked on hers. His tongue licked his lower lip very slowly before he lowered his head between her legs.
Emma let out deep, heavy breaths, her fingers gripping the sheets. She was unable to take her eyes off his, which further ignited her burning lust and need for him. She pictured them in the throne room in this very position, with her sitting on the throne. Her dress was pushed up her waist, her fingers digging into the armrests. A semi-clothed Killian was holding her legs spread wide apart, lowering his mouth achingly slow down to her core. "Please…" she whimpered, desperate for him to ease her aching need to feel his lips on her.
"Mm, Princess," he moaned out, his lips brushing her core and making her breath catch. Killian wanted to tease her until she was begging and desperate for his lips. He placed soft wet kisses around her lower lips, her hips bucking up instinctively and trying to get his mouth were she wanted it. "Tell me, Princess," he drawled out between kisses. "Whom do you belong to, Emma?" he asked, his finger tracing circles on her upper thighs. Killian's blue eyes dilated with pure lust and possessiveness. "Tell me, and I willgive you exactly what you are yearning for, darling." His gaze was fixed on hers, but he lowered his nose to bump up against the place she wanted him most.
"You," Emma gasped out, her hands moving to this dark hair and trying to guide his mouth to her.
"Ah, you are impatient, lass," he grinned up at her, her fingernails digging roughly into his scalp. "My princess — I want to hear you scream my name — scream that you belong to me," Killian purred out, his tongue tracing around where she wanted it.
"I belong to you, Killian Jones!" Emma exclaimed loudly, her voice echoing throughout the ship. "I need you — please!" she yelled, beyond caring who heard them.
A smug smirk crossed Killian's lips. "I'll grant you your desire, but I'll beforced to stop if you let your magic get out of control." He watched her eyes grow wide, knowing she was unsure how to control it. Killian couldn't let the prince know of her magic, or he would have to kill him — and he knew Emma wouldn't be very happy about him killing the prince. "If you hold your magic back, I'll keep going until you pass out or lose your voice — whichever one comes first," he winked at her as his tongue finally moved over her core.
A piercing cry of relief left her lungs. Emma threw her head back and raised her hips up. She felt so close to her peak from all of his teasing. "Oh my god, Killian," she keened out, tugging on his hair roughly. He let out a growl of pleasure against her, the vibration of it sending her over the edge. "Killian!" she screamed out.
The deck of the Jolly Roger
Prince Ethan grimaced on hearing Princess Emma's loud cries of pleasure from below deck, which were only feeding his anger and desire to kill Captain Hook. He was thoroughly disgusted when he heard Emma's declaration that she belonged to the pirate and that she needed him. Ethan planned on torturing Captain Hook for his corruption of the princess, who would soon be his.
"Do you hear that?" Smee grinned, forcing the prince to look at him while Emma's cries filled the air. "Do you really think a pathetic prince like you could get such a response from a woman?" He laughed while the rest of the crew joined in.
"Do you think a princess like her would want a murdering piece of pirate scum like your captain?" Ethan countered, glaring at Smee.
"Yes!" Emma's voice echoed from below deck, the impeccable timing earning a loud, unanimous chuckle from the crew.
Jack Sparrow swaggered over to Prince Ethan. "Are you sure that you still want that lass? Because I guarantee you will have a hard time living up to Captain Hook's performance. "
"It's all just an act — he's forcing her to pretend. I can't hear the sound of a bed hitting the wall, or bed springs," Ethan smirked, not willing to believe Princess Emma could be so responsive to the pirate.
Captain Jack shook his head, laughing. "I'm not surprised that you wouldn't understand that a good lover puts a lady's pleasure before his own, giving but not getting anything in return." He paused. "No wonder princesses turn to pirates — it's because we are always down for the pleasure of seeking buried treasure."
Prince Ethan quickly realized what the ridiculous, long-haired pirate was saying to him and let out a snort. It was a princess's duty to pleasure her prince, not the other way around. He would break Emma's thinking that she had any other purpose than doing whatever he wanted and living to please him.
The Evil Queen's castle
Regina walked into her bedroom to find Rumplestiltskin's son, Baelfire, lounging on her bed. "I'm surprised to see you. Was your papa too busy to deliver a message to me so he sent you instead?" she sneered, walking over to her bed. Her low cut black dress dragged across the ground. Baelfire pointed to his ear, and Regina understood. She raised her hands, magic emerging to form a large protective bubble around them. "No one can see or hear our conversation now, so speak freely," she said, now curious why he was really here.
"I'm tired of living under my father's thumb — I want my own power and to be able decide my own path. I'm looking for a partner — are you interested?" he asked, getting up off the bed and moving towards her.
"Perhaps — but what are you proposing?" She raised a well-manicured brow, her dark eyes staying neutral as Baelfire reached her and stood very close by.
"My father wants me to marry Princess Emma and conceive an heir to the throne with her," he told her, watching hatred fill her eyes at his mention of the princess's name. "I can't deny that I wanted her badly for a long time — until she let that pirate soil her." His voice shook with rage at the thought of the pirate touching what he had longed to be his.
"You can't believe everything you hear from your father — let's see if he's telling the truth, shall we?" Regina said, walking him over to the free-standing mirror. "Mirror, please show us Princess Emma," she ordered, the mirror swirling with magic as a blurry image became clearer.
Baelfire's dark eyes narrowed on seeing an image of Killian's back facing them as he kneeled down at the end of a bed, his head buried between Emma's bare legs. Emma's face was contorted in sheer pleasure, and her hands were holding the pirate's head in place. "Enough," he hissed out, and Regina waved her hand to make the image disappear.
"It seems your father was telling the truth — so what do you want from me?" she asked him as he tore his gaze from the mirror to look at her.
"I'm proposing that I marry you after Princess Emma's tragic death, and then end my father — I've grown tired of his games, and I want his power." He leaned in closer to her. "We'll raise our child to embrace the darkness in life. What do you say?"
Regina's hands went to his chest and raked her blood-red nails down it. "I like the way your mind works," she grinned evilly. "You've got yourself a deal — now let's make this official." She crushed her lips onto his, walking him backwards to the bed. Baelfire reciprocated Regina's actions, wrapping his arms around her.
The Jolly Roger — the Captain's Quarters
Emma's hands fell away from Killian's head to grip the bedsheets, arching up into his mouth as she felt magic starting to tingle underneath her skin. Her body was shaking from the numerous times she had reached her peak and her constant need for more.
"Lass…" he warned, forcing his lips away from her as a moan of protest left her mouth. Killian, much like Emma, was drunk on lust and desire, desperately hoping she could restrain her magic.
"Please don't stop," Emma's voice came out in a very hoarse whisper, close to losing her voice completely. She concentrated on pushing down the magic waiting underneath her skin.
Killian felt the magic dissipating before his mouth moved over her clit, sucking it as his tongue lashed it. Emma's whole body went rigid, arching up against him as a loud hoarse sob left her lungs, tears of pleasure rolling down her cheeks. Her sobs and the image of her losing herself in the pleasure rendered by his mouth broke his willpower to hold back his own desire for pleasure. He let go of her thighs to tear his pants open as she rode out her peak. Killian then moved over her to thrust inside her, feeling her clenching around him. "Emma," he moaned out, looking down at her, delirious from pleasure, before his lips met hers to kiss her passionately. Killian ripped her shirt in two, wanting to touch every inch of her soft skin.
Emma moaned into his mouth, her legs tightening around his hips and her hands cupping his bottom so she could push him farther inside. She could taste herself on his tongue as hers fought for dominance, and she felt his hands tangling in her long blonde hair as he kissed her like a man dying of thirst. His rhythmic thrusts inside her were making her cry out in his mouth as she was overcome by pleasure. Her whole body began to tremble as the magic in her began to rise to the surface, rushing through her into Killian.
Killian pulled away from her lips and gritted his teeth when he felt the magic. "Emma, don't you dare make me stop," he gasped out to her, thoughtless with his need for her and unsure if he could stop. "I'll kill to hide your secret if I must," he growled out, picking up the pace of his thrusts.
"I. Will. Control. It." Emma's voice cracked between the long pauses, her hips thrusting up to meet his. She imagined the magic was like a river, only able to flow through them.
Killian groaned, throwing back his head and thrusting at a relentless pace on feeling the intensity of the magic flowing between them, stronger than he had ever felt before. The headboard of the bed was slamming into the wall, almost cracking the wood frame. He looked at his wife staring at him with raw lust, amazement, and love — and in that moment he knew for certain that he would never be able to be intimate with another woman because she was all he would ever want or desire.
"I love you," Emma mouthed out to him, unable to speak and moving her hands to his head so she could pull him into a kiss.
Killian wasn't sure how much time had passed since he had joined Emma in his quarters, but he did know that soon he would be unable to hold back his own completion. He pulled away from Emma's lips. "I know you have one more in you, love," he breathed out, trying to keep his thrusts from getting sloppy and uneven. Killian gasped and looked down at Emma when the strength of her magic reached its zenith, causing them to give into their peaks. "Em-ma!" he cried out, his orgasm rushing through him as he emptied his seed into her again. The powerful intensity of his orgasm, along with that of the magic, was dying away in the most delicious way.
Emma's voice managed to get out a loud squeak as a wave of pungent magic and exquisite ecstasy intoxicated her. The magic crackling through them was like a live wire of electricity while they both rode out the pleasure of their orgasms, enjoying the aftershocks.
Killian rolled over on his back and pulled her down with him, forcing his eyes open to see her doing the same. "I love you," he smiled, pushing away the hair sticking to her forehead, which was wet with perspiration from their coupling. He kicked off his boots and pants with ease before he covered their bodies with a blanket.
"I love you," she mouthed again, not able to find her voice. He placed a kiss on her forehead as her eyes closed, sleep overtaking her quickly. Killian closed his eyes as well, exhausted.
He smiled and turned his head towards Emma, a huge grin on his face as he opened his eyes once more. He saw a man kneel beside the bed, staring at Emma lovingly and he ran his fingertips over her cheek down to her chin. Killian discreetly grabbed his sword next to the bed and had it pressed to the man's neck before he could move. "If your hand isn't off my wife, I will cut it off and then slit your throat open faster than you can blink," he whispered with venom in his voice, planning on killing the man anyway. This man had snuck onto his ship into his quarters and had dared to touch his Emma.
The man tore his eyes away Emma slowly, finally looking at Killian, "You can try," he began to say as Killian thrust his sword against the man's neck. It went through the man like he was made of fog. "You can't kill someone who is already dead — you're one year too late." His accent sounded much like Killian's, and he moved his leather vest out of the way to show him the gaping hole in his chest where his heart should be. "I'm Graham." Killian's eyes grew large on looking at the ghost of Emma's dead fiancé. "I know what you're thinking — it's just a dream, but it's not."
"You can't expect me to believe this is real?" Killian scoffed, raising a brow. "If you could truly appear to anyone, then it wouldn't be me. I'm dreaming this, because Emma told me about her dream," he told him, pausing and narrowing his eyes. "And since I have you here, I'd bloody appreciate it if you would stay out of my wife's dreams, mate."
Graham shook his head. "I would much rather appear to Emma, but it would hurt her more than comfort her." Deep pain and sorrow crossed over his features as he looked down at her. "I'm dead, and my time with her is over. She is your wife. But God, how I miss her…" He brushed away hair from Emma's forehead, his blue eyes staring at her with love and devotion as a smile crossed her lips in her sleep at his gesture. "I tried relaying the message through Emma, but it seems you're much more stubborn, which I didn't think was possible." A smile was playing on Graham's lips as he remembered how damn stubborn she could be.
"Fine, I'll play along so you'll go away. Why are you here?" Killian rolled his eyes, pulling the cover further up to protectively hide any of Emma's skin. "By the way, you picked a bad time."
"I would have picked another time, but alas, I needed the strength of Emma's magic to get here. It's growing now that she's learning to control it." Graham narrowed his eyes at the pirate. "But this isn't about me, it's about Emma," Graham stressed to him, taking an unnecessary deep breath and closing his eyes. I came to prove to you that the warning I gave to Emma is very true."
Killian chuckled, amused. "What was your warning again?" Killian asked, looking up at the ceiling. "Oh yes, some rubbish that the one who kills with the dagger will become the Dark One. It sounds more like he's forcing us to dream this to save his own scaly hide."
Graham bit his lip to force his voice to stay neutral. "If Crocodile could pinpoint where you are, you two would already be in deep trouble. Emma's magic keeps you from being found by him or the Evil Queen — but the Evil Queen can still see you through her mirror if yours is uncovered, so you might want to keep it covered up. Don't worry — I just covered it for you." He rubbed his temple, needing to pause to get a hold of his emotions. It was hard to say the name of the woman who stole his life, his child's life, Emma, and his future with them.
Killian glanced over at the mirror out of the corner of his eye. "Let's say I believe you, which is a huge stretch even in a hypothetical scenario, but how could I know everything you say is true?" he drawled out, gently running thumb over Emma's shoulder blade. "Prove it."
"Rumplestilskin wants his son to marry and produce an heir to the throne with Emma," he started to explain, but a loud growl left Killian, his eyes black with rage stronger than he had ever felt, boiling through him. "He thinks her children will have magical abilities because she is the product of true love. While it's true, only Emma's children who are conceived out of love will have those abilities."
"If your child had them, why didn't it survive?" he asked Graham, very curious about the answer.
Graham swallowed hard and his eyes fluttered shut. "She poisoned Emma with a potion — a guard named Maxwell is on Regina's payroll, so when you go back, feel free to kill him if you want," he whispered meaningfully. Graham could accept his own death, but seeing his child murdered and Emma breaking into pieces all over again was something he couldn't forgive or accept.
"I'll kill the bloody bastard." Killian wanted him dead for hurting his princess. "I see you can understand my need for revenge — I will see the Dark One dead, as I've made a vow and I keep my vows."
Graham's eyes fell to Emma. "You made a vow to Emma — a vow you should honor above all others." He raised his eyes slowly to look at Killian. "If I was the one married to Emma, my vow to her would be the only one which I would honor and keep." He paused for few moments. "But you are her husband," he whispered softly.