Rumplestiltskin heard a knock at the door. He had a guest! Another beggar? Hymmmm.
He quickly made his way to the door and opened it. This definitely wasn't a beggar. She looked like a princess. A young women with a pretty face, most of her profile, shielded in a green emerald cloak, in the doorway.
"Are you Rumplestiltskin…" Her voice was velvety. She looked at him intently, trying to confirm her was honest.
"Yeah."
"Good…I have a proposition for you."
"You mean a deal," he corrected.
"No…I like, proposition better." He looked at her, interested, and amazed. She didn't look like a typical girl. He could only see a small burst of auburn on her head, her pale complexion with bronze undertones, flawless, she had a medium frame, a few inches shorter then him.
"Well…aren't you going be a gentleman and let in, Rumplestiltskin?" He didn't know who to handle a women like her, she was so firm, so to the point, and confident. He gestured her with the way of his hand , stepping to the side.
She walked in. Took of her cloak, and held it under her left arm. Her long, straight, layered hair, had to be knee length. He was enraptured with the rare beauty. Her piercing green eyes, she had a rare detail…a indicator she came from evil descent, black rings around her iris's. Evil blood. He had a feeling she would not tolerate his time wasting antics. When she spoke, her beautiful thick lips moved, when she moved her eyes back to him, he felt like she stared into the depths of his soul. He was in awe.
"What is your name Dearie?"
"Well, it's definitely, not dearie…it's Jade. Simply Jade. She smoothed out her leather corset. When if came to her dress, it seemed she had a style like his, dark and leather.
"What…brings this pleasure, of your visit," he asked. Jade moved swiftly, looking around.
"You have…a beautiful home, Rumplestiltskin. I take it, you got all of this...from power?
"How did she know?" he thought. She quickly sighed.
"Well, ok, let's get to it." She went up to him, until she was at arms length.
"See, I have, a valuable piece of information, for you. I sincerely hope you appreciate it, because, you soon realize…" She let out a giggle. "I'm a traitor to my own family." He raised a brow.
"I see…go on."
"I'd like to make a proposition."
"A deal," he corrected again. She wagged her finger in his face.
"Na ah, ah, a proposition."
"A very valuable piece of information for you…a insider fact…would you say? For…some power. See, I'm leaving my Mother, and I will never come back. I plan to disappear. I am sick of her, and her selfish ways."
"What kind of power," he asked.
"Well, for starters, you don't need to worry, you're an ally really, in my eyes. This piece of information…for you, you'd really appreciate it. But, to answer…I want power, to spin hay into gold. Like you, no competition either. You can have your power, your talents, I just want the gold part. I need a way, to live. Can we work something out?" He looked at her like she was crazy.
"Who are you…"
"Well, I guess we had two propositions now, eh? Now, for this one, for me to tell you, who I am, you have to promise, to make my Mother, curse her, to forget about me. Or, is this, to much for you to handle," she challenged.
"Deal," he confirmed.
"Ok, let's do the most recent request…shall we?" She smiled at him.
"I am Jade, the evil queens…daughter. She never spoke of me, I wasn't worth anything to her, after what she did to my stepsister…oh…didn't even get to say good-bye. I had enough. I want out. I don't care, if I see that bitch again."
"You should think twice of leaving her, Dearie, are you sure she means it. He knew who her mother was...but was trying to pick her mind. Jade looked at him, with a warning stare.
"She had everything she needed, and let it all go for everything she wanted...do I need to further explain myself, she said in a retorical mannner.
"Granted." Rumple snapped his fingers twice. He looked at her confidently.
"She doesn't remember."
"Nope." He smiled, then giggled.
"Good, and thank you…now, for our last…oh, what the hell…deal! The power , my friend?"
"Give me you hand," he requested. She took it. Highlights of bronze cascading translucently through her skin. Her eyes…turning so dark, her iris's from, green, to gold. Her transition was complete.
"Now…my part of the deal…Dearie."
"Very well then…my Mother's…excuse me, the queen, is coming with all the force she has, with 500 men to conquer your castle, and lock you up for good. You have til night fall. Good luck." She walked away, with a high pitched giggle, like he did often, but it was a a sort of sweet, haunting, laugh.
"Bye-bye." He watched her walk away, until her skirt disappeared behind the door. He stood there in disbelief.