Chapter 16: Try
AN: I just found out the other day that I was nominated on Tumbler for best romantic author on Captain Swan award for Emma and Hook stories! I'm still in complete shock over it because of all the amazing CS stories and writers out there. A huge thank you to whoever nominated me! This nomination wouldn't have been possible without the help of 4getfulimaginator! You are amazing!
This chapter is named after Pink's song "Try. Thanks for the suggestion 4getfulimaginator!
Everything seemed to be moving in slow motion for Emma as she felt Ethan's arms wrapping around her and his face leaned in for a kiss. Anger rolled through Emma at the prince daring to grab her. In an instant, she had reared back, slapping him hard across the cheek. Captain Jack flinched at watching the prince get slapped ― it reminded him of all the times he had been slapped by a woman, though none of them had had the force of Emma's hand against the prince's cheek.
The prince stumbled backwards, grabbing his cheek. His eyes were large from shock and disbelief. Ethan fought against the urge to slap her back for daring to strike him. He would have fun breaking her in once they were back at his kingdom, teaching her to obey his every order.
Killian stalked up, murder in his eyes as he grabbed Ethan by the neck and threw his body up against the temple, choking him. The sword tumbled out of the prince's hand. "You will lose any body part that touches my princess," he snarled, increasing the pressure of his hold while the prince flailed like a fish out of water. gasping for air and trying to pry the pirate's hands off of him. "She. Is. Mine!"
"Killian, stop it! You're going to kill him!" Emma cried, watching her husband strangle Ethan with rage evident in his blue eyes.
"Good," Killian hissed, squeezing hard around his neck and wanting to see the life drain out of the prince for daring to touch his wife.
"Lad, if you kill him, we lose our dagger." Captain Jack rushed up to him, trying to pull his son off the prince, but Killian was too strong and angry. "Milah needs to be avenged," he added, hoping that mentioning his mother would help.
"Please, Killian," Emma whispered, running her hands down his back lovingly. She didn't want to be the reason they lost the dagger or be the cause of Ethan dying, no matter what a bastard he was.
He dropped the prince on the ground, who wheezed and coughed loudly as he held his throat. Killian turned to Emma, who smiled at him and stroked his face.
Captain Jack walked over to Prince Ethan as he reached for his sword, but Jack kicked it away. "I don't think so, prince. You will go in without your sword after disrespecting the princess," he drawled out, looking down at the prince get on his feet.
"Get your own bloody dagger, then," Ethan croaked out. Jack pinned him to the temple with a knife at his throat. "You won't kill me. You need me."
"You're wrong, boy." Jack Sparrow grinned evilly. "If you refuse to get it, I'll gut you, leaving you to die very slowly. We have a princess who can get the dagger if you refuse to do so. It's your choice. You can get my dagger and live ― or you can refuse and die a very slow and painful death." He let the tip of his knife shallowly cut the prince's throat in warning. "Tick tock ― I need a decision."
"I'll do it, but you will not harm me or the princess after I get it for you," Prince Ethan agreed, able to see the pirate wasn't bluffing. Jack moved the blade away from the prince's neck, shoving Ethan into the entrance of the temple.
"Don't come out until you have my dagger ― because I will kill you," Jack warned, making cutting motions to his neck.
Ethan cursed underneath his breath, glancing back at Emma, who was comforting Captain Hook and staring at him with affection. She couldn't possible care about that monster. She must have slapped me and pretended to care about the pirate to protect me, he thought. Looking at her, a smirk crossed his lips. The pirate seems to have fallen for Emma. It will be glorious seeing his pain when Emma chooses me over him. He imagined the look on Captain Hook's face when he watched Emma choose him over that monster. Ethan walked into the temple, wanting to get the dagger so he could go home.
Jack swaggered over to his son once the prince disappeared from sight. "You almost lost us the bloody dagger, lad," he hissed, feeling very edgy being so close to avenging his Milah.
"He laid his hands on Emma," Killian growled back at his father, not intimidated by him. "She is my wife," he whispered very softly, possessiveness in his blue eyes. "I want the crocodile to pay," he paused, "but there is something here I want more," he confessed to his father, waiting to see anger and betrayal in his dark brown eyes.
"I think I've known that longer than you, my boy." Jack gave him nod. "But I can't have you killing the prince before I get my dagger. Have some rum to calm down." His father shook his head, pulling out his flask of rum. "You need a drink."
"I don't need a bloody drink," Killian hissed at him, wrapping his arms around his wife's waist. Never had he thought he would say those words, but here he was, saying them. "I will gut the bloody bastard if he touches Emma ever again." He would have gone into the temple to kill the prince if he had been able to enter, or considered killing him as soon as he came out with the dagger.
"You really should have some rum ― rum always makes me feel better. The dagger will be ours after hundreds of years ― it's finally within our reach. I'll even let you do the honors of killing Rumplestiltskin." Jack's voice was laced with hate when he said the Dark One's name, and his eyes were black from rage.
Emma tensed as she leaned against Killian, listening to Jack mention her husband killing the Dark One. She buried her head in the crook of his neck, which made Killian let out a soft sigh and place a soft kiss on the top of her head. "You deserve the honor of killing him, not me," he said, reaching out and taking the flask, deciding to tell his father in private about his plans to take Emma to Neverland once they had the dagger. Killian took a drink out of the flask and handed it back to his father.
"Do you know how long this might take?" Emma asked Captain Jack, wondering how long they would be waiting for the prince.
"It will be awhile. Why don't you two go explore?" Captain Jack suggested, grinning at them. "Mr. Gibbs and I will be here to greet the prince if he comes out before you two get back."
"Let's go, darling," Killian grinned, taking Emma's hand to lead her down the steps of the temple, not looking back at his father. He led Emma into the lush green forest in the opposite direction of the ship.
"Killian, where are we going? We could get lost," Emma called out to him, following him but not sure if this was a good idea. They didn't know who or what was on this island.
Her husband glanced back at her. "Yesterday, my father and I memorized a map of the island ― and there is a place that I want to take you," he winked, continuing to lead her through the woods.
After a while, the sound of rushing water could be faintly heard, but it gradually grew louder. The trees in the woods were starting to become more sparse, and then they cleared out completely. Emma smiled, looking at the body of freshwater with a tall waterfall flowing into it from a rocky hill. "It's beautiful, Killian," she sighed, feeling Killian's arms wrapping around her waist from behind her.
"I thought you would like it ― it reminds me of our waterfall in Neverland," he whispered in her ear. "We could take a bath together," he purred, nibbling on her earlobe. He then saw Emma biting her lip. "What's wrong, love?" he asked, turning her around and seeing nervousness in her eyes.
Emma touched his cheek, giving him a small smile. "I want to take a bath with you, but it's...I just need some time." The events of yesterday were still fresh in her mind, and she was nervous Captain Hook would be making another appearance ― especially since he'd been close to letting him out earlier with Ethan.
"We will do just that, my wife." He forced out a smile, hating that a part of her was still frightened of him. "I can wait for you on the shore," he offered, watching her try to decide what she wanted to do. She nodded, giving him an apologetic look. "You have nothing to be sorry for, darling. I'll take a quick swim after you." He leaned in, kissing her on the forehead. "Go on and have a swim." He let her go, watching her walk over to the water and stop at the shore line.
Emma sat down and started to take off her boots and shirt before standing up to finally take off her pants. She walked into the lukewarm water, looking back to see Killian with his back towards her, giving her privacy. They were almost acting like before they were lovers. Emma hated it. She dove, swimming under the water for a few moments before resurfacing. Turning around in the water, she saw her husband's shoulders hunch over, her gaze fixed on the tree line to make sure no one was approaching. She was able to tell by his posture that he felt guilty and miserable about their situation, and it broke her heart. "Killian," she called out, swimming towards the shore. Her cry caused him to spin around, worried as he rushed towards the water. "Come swim with me," she told him shyly.
"Are you sure?" he asked, stopping near the shoreline and not wanting to rush her into anything.
"Yes, but just swimming," she told him, getting a nod and smile from her husband, who began to strip. Emma turned and began to swim, nervous that her need for him would take over if she watched him undress. She swam near the waterfall and floated under it, letting the water rush over her and ease her tension.
Killian couldn't help but watch Emma under the spray of the waterfall, remembering their time in the cavern and fighting back arousal at the images of their time together. He needed to think of something much less appealing ― like Emma's face when he had frightened her ― and it did the trick very quickly.
"Hey," Emma's voice called out to him, startling him out of his thoughts. He had not heard her swimming over to him. She reached out, gently touching his shoulder. "You know I love you, right?" Emma asked him, wanting him to be sure of it.
"Aye." He nodded at her. "I've never felt bad or guilty about anything I've done since I was a young lad, so it's a bit of an adjustment for me."
Emma wrapped her arms around his neck. "Are you sure I'm worth giving up your revenge on Rumplestiltskin? I don't want you to resent me for it years from now." She couldn't bear the idea of losing Killian, but the idea of him resenting her for what he was giving up hurt just as much.
"Emma," he rasped out, his blue eyes running over her beautiful face and happiness overwhelming him at the idea of her being by his side years from now. "My words to my father were true ― you're much more important to me than the dagger, darling." He wrapped his arms around her waist.
Emma rested her head in the crook of his neck. "I've missed you, Killian," Emma mumbled into his neck, reveling in the comfort of his arms and deciding she wanted to let go of yesterday's events.
"I've missed you too, love," he replied, kissing the top of her head. He missed their connection, which had been strained since he had let Captain Hook out. "I don't know what to do, Emma," Killian sighed. "My father isn't going to be satisfied until he kills Rumplestilskin, and if he does it, he will become the Dark One. But I can't ask him to not avenge my mother."
Emma raised her head, cupping his cheeks with her hands and looking at him sympathetically. "You can tell him what will happen if he kills Rumplestiltskin ― but let him make that choice. We all have the right to decide what we want, which path we wish to follow in life."
"Mm, you're so wise for such a young lass. You certainly are a royal." He smiled at her, pulling her body flush against his in his need to be closer to her. Killian bit back a groan at the feel of her naked body against his.
"It's a saying that my father always claimed my grandmother taught him. She was a peasant, not a royal, but she was a great woman. I wished I could have met her. She died, so my mother could conceive a child," Emma told him, then went on to narrate the story of how her injured grandmother gave up the last drop of Lake Nostos after Snow was cursed to be barren by Charming's adoptive father.
"It sounds like all of the women of your heritage are brave and loving," he smiled at her. "My father used to tell me stories about Elizabeth Swann and his adventures with her. I would ask him if I could meet her because of the stories of her bravery and determination. He told me that she was considered to be a royal now and couldn't be seen with a pirate such as him ― it would bring scandal to her new life."
"Elizabeth and William named their first-born son Jack," Emma told him, running her hands through the hair at the nape of his neck on seeing surprise in her husband's face.
"Ah, it appears we were fated to cross paths," Killian whispered, leaning in and gently kissing her on the lips. "We should get back to the temple, love." His arms started to release her, but she clung to him, staring at him like she was scared he would disappear. "What's wrong love?" he asked, worried and holding her tightly once again.
"You can't say something like that to a girl and then run off," Emma breathed out, pausing to gain her composure. "Yesterday shook me, but I refuse to let it come between us. I'm sorry I've been pushing you away. I miss what we had ― so can we go back to the way we were before, Killian?" she asked, giving him a small, hopeful smile.
"I'd love nothing more, Emma," he whispered, leaning in to kiss her lovingly and then holding her in a tight embrace. "Let's go get the dagger and then visit Mother and Father." Killian grinned, pulling her to the shore with him as he swam.
Emma giggled, letting Killian lead her. "I can only imagine the look on my father's face if you were to call him 'Father'." Amusement and mischief twinkled in his blue eyes. "Killian, don't even think about it. You might give him a heart attack ― or he might try to kill you! I need to break the news to him gently."
"What? I didn't say a thing, darling." Killian looked innocently at her as Emma scoffed at him. "Sorry to disappoint you, Emma, but I'm sure your father knows that you and I are something much more intimate than friends. He will be happy to know that I'm not just involved for the pleasure alone," he purred, seeing strong arousal in her eyes.
She took deep ragged breaths, trying to fight her growing desire. "Emma," he groaned, attempting to calm his overwhelming need to take his wife immediately. It had been far too long, in Killian's opinion, since the last time he had made love to Emma. "We should get back to the temple," he said between gritted teeth just as they reached the shore. Staring at each other lustfully, they stood naked in the shallow water, which reached up to their calves.
"Killian," she panted, making her bare breasts heave. Killian groaned again, calling on the power of the gods to help him control his lust. They had just fully reconciled after yesterday, and he didn't want to mess up their relationship a second time. "I need you ― I need to feel you inside of me." Her hands wrapped around him as her tongue wet her lips slowly. "Please..."
Killian felt his control snap on hearing her words. The feel of her hand stroking him gently and the magic running from her to him was too much to fight against. "Emma..." he moaned, gathering her into his arms and kissing her passionately while he lowered them both to the ground at the shoreline. No woman had ever made him feel so desperate from lust and need than the princess in his arms.
His breath hitched in surprise when he felt Emma taking control, guiding him inside her. Pulling away from the kiss, he cried out her name while pushing inside her slowly. Emma's hands moved to his bottom to push him in farther, thrusting her hips up and then wrapping her legs tightly around his waist. "Mm, my wife is always so impatient," he moaned out, pushing fully inside her. Closing her eyes, Emma let out a cry of pleasure that echoed around them, leaning upwards to crash her lips onto his and devour his mouth with her own. Killian slowed her down by reciprocating her kiss slowly and passionately while thrusting into her at an achingly drawn-out pace.
Emma's fingernails dug into Killian's shoulder blades as his lips moved to the corner of her mouth and then trailed down her neck. "Killian, please!" she cried out, intoxicated by her astounding lust and need for him.
Killian tore his lips away from her neck to look up at her face, still thrusting in and out of her with a gentle slowness. He wasn't prepared to see the breathtaking look of lust and longing etched in her features. "Tell me what you need, Emma." His voice echoed with lust, love, and reverence, his body continuing his slow thrusts. He knew what she wanted, but he needed to hear her say it.
"I need you to..." she began to pant out when he angled his hips, hitting just the right spot. "Kil-lian!" she cried out, throwing her head back. Seeing her reaction broke his will power. He picked up the pace of his thrusts, making Emma cry out again. "Yes! Please ― harder, Killian!" she begged him, concentrating on her magic to push it between them.
He growled out, moving his head down to her breasts and taking her nipples into his mouth, switching to hard, quick thrusts inside. She met every movement of his hips, burying her fingers in his dark hair. Killian's mouth gently sucked her nipples, running the tip of his tongue around her aureolae while one of his hands moved down between her legs. His fingers moving against her tender area in gentle circular motions as he thrusted in and out caused a string of loud, desperate sobs to leave her as she moaned out his name.
Meanwhile
Ethan walked out of the temple, holding the dagger in his hand with a smug look on his face. However, his appearance hinted that he must have fought with a bear or tiger. His shirt was shredded, blood spotting it, and there were gashes on his arm and chest as he limped slightly. "Here is your dagger," he said to Captain Jack, handing it to him. He took it with bewilderment, running his fingers over Rumplestiltskin's name on its surface. "Where is my princess?" he asked, looking around for Emma and the filthy pirate.
Gibbs charged Ethan from behind, knocking him to the ground and stunning him. He finished his attack by tying up his hands roughly. "She's not bloody yours ― I recall her slapping you when you tried to kiss her." Gibbs laughed loudly.
"I will avenge you, Milah," Captain Jack said, running his fingers over the dagger before looking up at his first mate and the prince. "Now we retrieve my lad and his lass," he told them as Gibbs pulled Ethan off the ground by his bound arms. "You came out more intact then I anticipated you would." Jack looked back at Ethan while they walked towards the woods.
"I told you that I am the bravest prince in all the kingdoms ― and also the most sought after by women," Ethan bragged after hearing Jack and Gibbs laugh at him. "It's TRUE! I will soon be married to Princess Emma ― she will forget about the pirate with me," he stressed, laughter continuing around him.
"I recall that Princess Emma was engaged to a man named Graham Humbert, who was a knight in her kingdom. If the Evil Queen didn't kill the poor lad, she would be happily married to him now," Jack called out, seeing shock on Ethan's face. "You didn't think I would know that, did you?" he winked, leading the way into the forest.
"She only was marrying him because she felt sorry for him ― no woman wanted him, so she took pity on him," Ethan argued, getting a shove from Gibbs, who knocked him to the ground again. "I could have your head for this," he hissed at Gibbs, who kicked him in the ribs and made him cry out in pain.
"Can I kill him, Captain?" Gibbs growled out, pulling out his knife and glaring at the prince.
Jack knelt down to the ground, tilting his head to the side to look at him. "You're a compulsive liar, boy. Not only do you lie to everyone around you, but also to yourself. If you continue to lie, talk or just irritate me, I'll cut out your bloody tongue. Understood?" Jack grinned at him, noting the prince's quiet denial about him being a liar. "Pick up the worthless prince," he ordered, standing up and walking away.
Gibbs yanked Ethan to his feet, shoving him to get moving. "How do you know he's lying about the princess wanting to marry him and not this Graham fellow?" he asked his captain, trying to bait the prince into talking so he could cut out his tongue.
"That's easy, mate," Jack called back to them, not bothering to turn around. "I can see the sadness and loss in her eyes, which she tries to bury so deep that most can't see it. Only those who have truly loved and lost know that look."
Ethan opened his mouth to reply, then saw Gibb's eyes grow wide with glee. He decided to keep his mouth shut until Emma was there to keep the pirates in line. Rage ran through him, vowing to make the pirates pay with their lives for abusing him and his princess.
They walked for a while until he heard the sound of water flowing softly from up ahead ― and then a loud feminine moan rang out. Ethan ground his teeth together, furious that Emma was once again allowing herself to take pleasure from Captain Hook. "It sounds like the princess is very much enjoying herself with Captain Hook," Gibbs whispered gloatingly into the prince's ear as they continued to walk.
Soon Emma's loud sobs of pleasure could be heard very well, together with Killian's low grunts and panting. Jack stopped, holding out his arms and turning around to face Gibbs and Ethan. "I think this is far enough. Hopefully they won't be too long," he said, enjoying the look of anger, disgust, and disbelief on Ethan's face. He was very anxious to go kill Rumplestilskin, and every second he waited was excruciating ― but he would give his son the privacy he needed.
Jack sat down on a log, staring at the dagger while Gibbs sat next to him and forced Ethan to sit on the ground at his feet. Ethan cringed every time he heard Emma crying out, especially when she shouted out Captain Hook's real name, Killian. It seemed like years had passed by before the couple cried out together loudly and a flash of light filled the sky. Gibbs and Jack shared a knowing look, but Ethan stared up at the sky, dumbfounded by the well-timed lighting strike with no sign of rain or thunder.
"I'm going to give them a hint that we are waiting," Jack coughed, getting up to walk to where Emma and Killian were.
Killian rolled over on his back and Emma lay on his chest, both of them panting and out of breath. "I love you," he smiled down at her, his blue eyes sparkling with happiness and love.
"Mm, love you too," Emma replied, feeling like her eyelids were weighed down by bricks.
"Lovebirds, we need to get moving," Jack's voice boomed out from the woods, making Emma let out a squeak of surprise. "Don't worry ― I can't see a thing! We'll be waiting." Killian had rolled her back underneath him at the sound of his father's voice from afar.
Killian normally would find the situation amusing, but the fact that three men were close to his naked wife, who was laid out in the open, had him on edge. "We need a minute," Killian called back, looking down at Emma, whose cheeks were bright red. "Don't worry love, I'll kill anyone who attempts to see you naked."
Emma scrambled up off the ground while Killian moved more slowly. They grabbed their clothes and dressed quickly. Emma put on her boots and stood up, feeling Killian's arms wrapping around her waist. "Are you ready to give Prince Annoying the cold shoulder?" he asked, peppering her neck with soft kisses. "By telling him that I am, and always will be, the only man in your bed and your heart? I can't wait to see the look on his face when he finds out you're my wife." She could feel him smirking against her neck.
"Is it bad that I feel the same way as you?" Emma countered, hearing her husband's light chuckle.
"No, but I do find it bloody sexy," he purred, forcing himself to pull away from her and take her hand in his as he led her to where his father, Gibbs, and the prince were waiting for them.
"Why am I not surprised?" Emma shook her head, smiling at Killian. A few moments later they reached Jack, Gibbs and Ethan, who were not that far from where Emma and Killian had been. She knew they couldn't possibly have seen them from there, but they sure could have heard them. Emma blushed, burying her head into Killian's chest as he wrapped his arms around her and kissed the top of her head.
Ethan's dark eyes narrowed at the affection between his princess and the filthy pirate captain. However, he held his tongue, aware that Gibbs wanted to cut it out if he spoke again. He'd wait until Emma or one of the pirates addressed him.
"You look like hell, mate," Killian said, looking over the prince with amusement and happiness sparkling in his eyes. "We should leave before the sun sets. Shall we?"
Gibbs shoved the prince forward instead of asking him to walk, getting a glare from Ethan over his shoulder as they began walking towards the ship.
"Yes, we will celebrate our success with rum tonight," Jack grinned, walking over to his son and daughter-in-law. "Would you like to see it?" he asked Killian, raising a brow. His eyes were lit up with excitement as they headed through the woods.
"I'll take a look at it later. I thought we that the three of us could have dinner together in my cabin," Killian replied, deciding that he needed to tell his father about what would happen to him if he killed the Dark One.
"I'd be honored to, lad," Jack grinned, reaching for his flask of rum.
Meanwhile
Rumplestilskin screamed, overturning a table in his fury that someone had taken his dagger and he hadn't known until it was too late. It was as though someone or something was hiding them and he had no idea whom. He had been able to see into the future, but recently he had only seen snippets of it. Someone had the ability to control and kill him ― and it was no secret who would want to do that. "Regina!" his shrill voice screamed out, his hand knocking a book to the ground. He continued to rip his castle apart, unable to control the rage flowing through him.
"What the hell is going on, Papa?" Baelfire exclaimed, rushing in and looking around the destroyed room.
"Someone has MY DAGGER," he screamed, throwing a vase across the room and shattering it. "I know it was HER!"
"Who? How did they get your dagger?" Baelfire asked his father, stunned by the revelation. He knew that if Regina had it, she would have told him about it. "Wouldn't you have seen it?"
"No! There is something blocking my visions," his father yelled, breaking plates against the wall. "I still can't see them."
"We will find them, Papa. Destroying our castle is not going to get your dagger back," Bae said, walking over to put his hands on his father's shoulders. He needed to get to Regina undetected, to tell her about his father's missing dagger.
"Will you go to Regina? Pretend you are on her side and find out if she has my dagger," Rumple asked, looking panicked.
"Anything for you, father," Bae nodded, walking out of the room to go see his lover. He wasn't sure at first that he would like Regina ― but she was beautiful, ruthless and rough in bed. Baelfire had always sought out innocent girls and then tossed them aside once he had his fill of them. Emma had been his next target, only having been with that mongrel from the woods, but now Captain Hook had defiled her and she was nothing to him. The only pleasure he would get from her was to make the pirate watch him take her away.
The Jolly Roger
"They're back!" the crew yelled out, forming a circle around the rail where the rope ladder had been lowered. First, Prince Ethan fell over the rail on the deck with his hands still tied together, looking exhausted. "Boo!" the men jeered, glaring at the prince who didn't attempt to get up.
Gibbs appeared, causing the crew to break out in cheers. "It's good to be back, men." Gibbs nodded, walking up to the prince and kicking him. "You're in my way. Move before I kick you down the deck," he warned, making the prince crawl as the crew laughed.
Next up was Princess Emma, their Captain right behind her. The crew cheered loudly and a few even bowed at Princess Emma. "Welcome back, Captain and Princess," the men yelled out in unison, getting a nod of approval from their captain.
"It's good to be back on the best ship that's ever sailed," Killian called out to them, wrapping his arms around his wife from behind.
"I'll have to disagree with you on that, my lad ― the Black Pearl is the best ship," Jack Sparrow said, popping up from the ladder. "Our mission was a success, so let's celebrate!" Jack yelled out, the crew erupting in loud cheers.
"Wait! Wait!" Ethan yelled out, scrambling to his feet and walking towards Emma and Killian. "You promised me Emma in return for getting your dagger."
"Did I?" Killian asked, looking up at the sky and pretending to remember the conversation. He set his eyes on the prince. "I recall us renegotiating the terms of our agreement in the form of a bet."
"What bet?" Emma questioned, looking at her husband and then Ethan.
"The bet is very simple, darling." Killian's blue eyes sparkled with mischief and love. "We agreed to let you choose if you want to go home with this lame, worthless, annoying excuse for a prince," Killian said disgustedly, his gaze turning quickly into one of lust, "...or you can stay aboard my ship and be my lass. I will give you endless pleasure, jewels, and whatever your heart desires."
"It's not even a choice, pirate." Ethan laughed, reaching Emma and stopping in front of her. Killian's arms were still around her waist, refusing to let go of her for even a second. "Emma, tell this good-for-nothing piece of pirate scum that you desire a good, noble, handsome prince. He doesn't care about you, nor will he be loyal. You will bring embarrassment to your kingdom if you choose him." Ethan dropped down to one knee. "Please do me the honor of being my wife," he asked, smiling up at her.
Emma felt Killian's body tense at seeing the prince proposing to her. "You're right, Ethan ― marrying the wrong man would bring not only embarrassment but also shame to my family." She paused, seeing the huge, smug grin on the prince's face before looking over at Killian. "Isn't that right, my dear husband?" Emma purred, glancing up at Killian and pulling his hand up to her lips to kiss it. "Or do you prefer to be called my prince?"
Killian smirked down at his wife, but he could still see a completely shocked, kneeling Ethan in his side vision. "Mm, my wife ― you can call me whatever pleases you, Emma." He leaned in to devour her lips, drawing a soft moan of pleasure out of her.
"IT CAN'T BE TRUE!" Ethan screamed, making the couple pull apart. "You are forcing her to tell SUCH HENIOUS LIES! She would chose me out of her own free will."
"You're making a bloody fool out of yourself, boy." Killian shook his head, disgusted by the prince's pathetic displays. "Your only purpose on this journey was to get the dagger ― I wasn't going to risk my wife's well-being, so we tricked you into getting it for us."
"You are LYING!" he yelled, staring murderously at Killian before looking at Emma for reassurance. "Tell the truth, Emma ― I will protect you from this murdering, raping pirate."
"How dare you?! You know nothing about my husband," Emma's low voice, shaking with rage, rasped out as she took a step forward. "My husband is a better man then you can ever dream of being. You are the one who forces himself on girls, not my pirate." Emma's hands shook at her side. Reaching for her sword, she unsheathed it in the blink of an eye and pointed it at Ethan's neck. "I dare you to say one more lie about my husband."
Killian felt a wave of strong love, pride and lust rush over him on watching his wife acting like a ruthless pirate. The moment he had laid eyes on her, he had been consumed with desire and need that he had never experienced. She was also proving to be a better pirate then most of his crew.
Ethan's dark eyes grew large, unable to believe Princess Emma was going to kill him over his words about the murderous Captain Hook. "Please stop ― this is not proper behavior for princess."
"I bet that's what Alexandra told you when you tried forcing yourself on her in her stables," Emma growled out, her sword pressing into his neck and drawing out blood. "You know nothing about proper behavior, so you cannot lecture me."
"You were lucky I even wanted you," Ethan croaked, the blade of the sword still pressed against his throat. "It appears that your dead fiancé led you to become the whore of Captain Hook." His lips drew up in a smirk, not believing Emma would kill him.
Killian felt a hot, raging fury consuming him at the cruel words Ethan had said to his wife. He was going to rip the man limb from limb very slowly. He sprang forward, pulling out his sword, but then he saw Emma draw her sword back, ready to stab Prince Ethan through the heart.