It was Emma's eighteenth birthday, which thanks to her mother meant a masquerade. Slipping the ivory swan mask over her face Emma gathered her white skirts and headed for the stairs for some reason her mother insisted she dress as a swan.
"Introducing Princess Emma!" a Harold said as she descended down the marble staircase. There were people wearing masks everywhere Red was wearing a wolf mask her red dress the only clue to her identity, Alexandra was wearing a mask that made her look like a fairy she was also wearing glass slippers another clue to who it was Emma smiled, as tradition since she was thirteen her father got the first dance.
"I'm so proud of you sweetheart" James smiled as they danced
"Thank you Daddy" Emma smiled as the song ended James kissed her forehead before Pinocchio snapped her up to dance
"Hello Princess" He smiled Emma laughed
"What?" Pinocchio asked
"Only you would wear that mask." She laughed and it was true for Pinocchio's mask made him look like a puppet.
After dancing with several more partners Emma was dizzy with joy she was finishing her dance with King Thomas
"Happy birthday Emma" Thomas smiled as he walked away just then someone tapped her shoulder Emma turned expecting it to be another dance partner. A man stood behind her wearing a wolf mask.
"Come with me." He said Emma felt her heart race but followed the stranger out of the ballroom and into the empty library a fire was crackling in the fire place, he'd been prepared.
"Emma." The strange man said
"You don't remember me but you will." Emma frowned
"Have we met before?" She asked
"Once, long ago." The man sounded sad
"Who are you?' Emma asked something about his heavily accented voice sounded… familiar.
"You used to know my name." The man said staring into the flames as Emma struggled to place him. Suddenly his mask was raised and he grabbed her kissing her passionately on the lips it all happened so fast she didn't see his face, Emma's eyes snapped open as memories assaulted her.
The dart whizzed by Emma's head embedding it's self in the wall inches from her
"What the hell? You could've hit me!" She cried
" I never miss." Graham said
" You've been avoiding me since last night, when you saw me-"
"Leaving the Mayor? And yes, that is a euphemism. I'm not avoiding you, Graham, I just have no interest in having this conversation. It's your life– I really don't care." Emma said before leaving Graham followed her.
"If you don't care, then why are you so upset?" He asked her
" I'm not upset." Said
" If that were true, you'd be at the bar with me, having a drink, and not running away." Graham argued
"It's none of my business. Really."
"Look, can we please talk about this? I need you to understand." Graham begged
"Why?" Emma asked
"I don't know. Maybe so I can understand?"
"You need an analysis, go talk to Archie." Emma said
"I want to talk to you."
"Well, your bad judgment is your problem – not mine." Emma snapped
"You don't know what it's like with her. I don't feel anything! Can you understand that?"
" Bad relationship? Yeah, I understand a bad relationship. I just don't want to talk about yours."
" Look, I know you and Regina have your own issues and… And I should have told you about that before you took the job." Graham said
"Yeah, why the secrecy? We're all adults. You can do whatever you want."
"Because I… I didn't want you to look at me the way you are now." Graham said
"Why do you care how I look at you?" Emma asked
"Because." Graham stared at her
"What?" Emma demanded before Graham kissed her
"What the hell was that?" She cried pushing him away
"Did you see that?" Graham asked
"How much have you been drinking? That was way over the line."
"I'm sorry, I just-"
" What? You what?" Emma demaned
"I need to feel something." Graham said
"Listen to me, Graham. You are drunk and full of regret. I get it. But whatever it is you are looking to feel, I can tell you one thing – you're not getting it with me." She said before walikng away from him.
"Hey. Hear you're having a rough day." Emma said as Graham came out of the mayor's house
"Who says?"
"Pretty much everyone. I think maybe you need to go home and get some rest."
"I'm fine." Graham said
"No, Graham, you're not fine. You just went to see a ten year old for help."
"He's the only one making any sense."
" What's going on? What's really going on?" She asks concerned
"It's my heart, Emma. I need to find it."
"Okay. So, how are you going to do that?"
" I just need to follow the wolf."
"What? What wolf?" Emma asked
"From my dreams. It's going to help me find my heart."
"I'm sorry. I thought we were talking in a metaphor here. You really think you don't have a heart?"
"It's the only thing that makes any sense. It's the only thing that explains why I don't feel anything." Graham said
"Listen to me, Graham. You have a heart. I can prove it." Emma placed a hand squarely over Graham's chest
"See? It's beating. It's real." Graham shook his head. Emma grabbed his hand and placed it where her hand previously was.
"Feel that? That is your heart." She said
" No. It's the curse."
"You can't really believe that's true." Emma said Emma suddenly saw something behind Graham. A wolf
"What?" Graham asked turning when he saw the wolf he took off after it Emma following him.
"All better." Graham said tending to Emma's cut
" Yeah." Emma said staring at him
"What?" Graham asked Emma walked over to Graham. They kissed he staggered backwards.
"Graham? Are you okay?" She asked
"I remember." Graham whispered
"Graham?" Emma asked worried
"I remember." He said again
"You remember what?" Emma asked Graham held Emma's face in his hands.
"Thank you." He said Graham and Emma went to kiss again, but Graham suddenly fell to the floor.
"Graham!Graham! Graham!" Emma screamed shaking him
"Graham!" Emma listened for breath. There was none.
"Graham! Come on! Graham! Graham!" Emma cried still shaking him
"No, no!" Emma whimpered as she burst into tears.
Emma gasped pulling away from the man; it was then she saw his face.
"Graham!" Emma cried throwing her arms around his neck
"Yes, Yes it's me" Graham said hugging her back
"I remember I love you!" Emma cried
"I love you too." Graham whispered just then Emma realized something was missing
"Henry-"
"Hasn't been born yet," Graham told her Emma grinned
"Oh Graham!" Emma cried kissing him soundly.
Princess Emma and the Huntsman were married soon afterwards and when Emma was twenty-eight after ten years of marriage Emma gave birth to a son. They named him Henry. During the war with the Trolls Graham was dubbed Prince Graham The Honorable for saving James in combat, When Emma was thirty-six James passed of old age Snow followed six years later of old age as well so Emma and Graham and became Queen Emma The Savior and King Graham The Honorable when Prince Henry finally took the throne at age thirty-six he was dubbed King Henry The Prophet along side his queen, Queen Grace the Gentle who bore him many children.
'And they all lived Happily Ever After…'
*Bawling like a baby* The Final Chapter! Please reveiw!