The room was in semi-darkness and a light breeze ruffled the threadbare curtains. A golden glow illuminated the area from a candle as Emma sat hunched over at the table and stared down at the paper. She kept drawing magically, it's the only thing she could do for last six months. She flicked crossed the page, seemingly of its own accord, the shape of a woman's face appeared moments later along with drawings of her parents and Neal. There was something in the woman's eyes that she found mesmerizing.

Emma stopped and looked down at the drawing. The eyes looked lost and alone in contrast to the drawing she projected. Emma took a deep breath and let it out slowly. She looked into the eyes of a demon but saw no hatred. Emma was looking for the hate or evil in the woman's eyes, wanted to see into the soul of a devil's spawn. She was confident that she was going to find Satan himself in her. But that evil was not there. She wanted to draw the beast, but instead she was staring down at the face of a lost soul. Her mama used to tell her that you could see a person's soul through the eyes. You just needed to look and see the invisible become visible. She wasn't prepared for the look of complete innocent that stared back at her. Regina's eyes did not reveal a demon possessed soul. Regina Mills didn't disclose anything other than her feelings at being struck by the enchanted rock.

"What are you hiding?" Emma asked the drawing. She hit herself on the head, "stupid." She pushed the picture aside, pushed back her chair and went to the window. Her attention was drawn to the soldiers who were changing guard at the White Kingdom and then to the top floor. She knew the layout of the castle since she used to play in it before it was stolen before her family. The candlelight was still on, which was usual. The occupant went to bed early according to Emma's surveillance. The room next to the bedroom was dark. That was the study. Emma has seen Regina ready by the window a few times. Her attention went from the still lit bedroom to the unmistakable figure of King Leopold leaving the room and into the bedroom, which Emma had figured out where they slept. Regina stepped out of the shadows and just as quickly walked with him. Emma shook her head in disgust. Her attention was once again drawn to the upstairs room where the light went out.

"I'm going to fucking kill you. I swear it on my Mama's grave. I'm going to kill you," Emma muttered and watch the bedroom's light go out for second time.

The unmistakable figure of Henry Mills hurriedly walking down the street caught Emma's attention. His black suit robes as he quickly made his way towards the church. Emma wondered why Henry Mills would be going to the church at such a late hour unless he was there to alert the village of more deaths. Emma was sure she would be hearing those bells in her sleep for years to come. Emma hated that sound, for it meant that another mother had lost her son in the war. Enchanted Forest had lost too many of her people. Emma stared down at the retreating figure of Henry Mills through the window. How the words were burned into her memory, she remembered the day so clearly. She remembered when Cora was crowned Queen by King Leopold and her daughter when they got married then King Leopold had given her own throne and moved into the White Kingdom, took the crown from my parents, the Charming's Kingdom.

"What are you doing?" Henry asked as he came up beside Emma and put his hand on her shoulder.

"What were you doing down there in church, Father?"

"Remember, the left hand doesn't need to know your right. It's best not to ask questions, Emma."

Emma heard this so many times, the less I know the better, his famous words then spotted the drawing and smiled in approval, "did you do this?"

Emma looked down at the drawing, "she's the devil."

"She looks too pretty to be the devil. I see you're obsessed with King Leopold's wife?" Henry Mills' heart warmed and missed her own daughter, unaware to Emma that this woman is his.

"I am not obsessed, and I hate dimpled chins, they looked silly," Emma replied and turned back to the window. "I just want her dead."

Henry noticed the dimpled chins and wondered how she could draw unless she used magic to draw. Henry sighed, "why this woman became so important to you, my dear." Emma didn't answer for obvious reason, but noticed the eyes looks so kind and different, "nice eyes, you did well."

Emma rolled her eyes and scowled, "Is this all you, see?"

"What do you want me to see?"

"Evil."

"No horns or tail," Henry chuckled, got up from his seat and went to the supplies to get some tea.

Emma pursed her lips and went back to her enchanted drawing, but couldn't add it to her, "they don't suit her," she muttered.

"Draw something nice."

"Maybe," Emma mumbled and put away the drawing, "did you see anyone?"

"Yes. Bae and August," Henry pulled two cups of tea with olives and feta cheese were the two items they could get from their hidden cellar without arousing too much attention from the collaborators. Emma's father had stored food in the underground castle, and they would the share the food with the villagers, but they had to be careful not to reveal the location. Emma looked down at her tea and sighed.

"What are they supposed to do?"

"They seem to believe that we have a collaborator in our midst. Lately, somehow, they been ahead of us. Bae and August loss of their friends."

"When is this madness going to end?"

"He also told me that they are rounding up some of the villagers, they are being shipped somewhere."

"Why? Do you think Evil Queen forcing them to work or become slaves?"

"I don't know. Two of our friends, Malcolm and Gerda tried to escape and Gerda didn't make it."

"Do you believe Malcolm?"

"There's no reason for him to lie about this. Evil Queen is capable of horrendous crimes even such as this. That's where Bae and August are leaving tonight to see what she's doing to our people," delicately telling Emma that Bae is never returning.

"What do you mean he's leaving?"

"He's not coming back soon, Emma."

Emma didn't want to hear this, boiling angry but controlled herself, "he left me?"

"Emma," Henry speaks with warning tone that he's doing this to save the Enchanted Forest, and this is part of a mission. Another reason is I spoke with them, and they need to leave Emma alone so she can believe in herself. She's not going to grow if Bae stayed. He waited until she answered but ignored him, his heart broke to see the pain and her heart breaking, "they are going to try to free our people, Emma."

Emma didn't want talk about this, too many people leaving her, "if we have a collaborator in our midst, won't they know what you're going to do? Or them?"

"I don't know, Emma. I know I can trust you and that's the extent of which I trust anyone," besides his daughter, Regina Mills. He knows he can trust his daughter; he believes in his daughter that she will fight to stay good. He reaches out to take her hands in generosity and letting her know that everything will work out. He got up and kissed top of her head, "I'll see you in the morning."

Five years later

Emma moans in her sleep, Emma replaces her fingers with her mouth, giving Regina a kiss that made her toes curl. Regina spread her legs and allowed Emma to settle between them, groaning at the feeling of Emma's naked skin on hers. It was almost too much for Regina to process: Regina's erect nipples rubbing against her own, the short, wiry hairs between Regina's legs tangling with Emma's own damp curls, the pleasant weight of a lean male body atop of hers.

Emma ended their kiss by sliding her mouth down over Regina's chin to her neck, nibbling and licking her skin every inch of the way. "You're so soft," Emma murmured as she trailed wet kisses down to the slope of Regina's breasts. "Feels so good." She licked a trail down to Regina's erect nipples then took her nipples between her teeth briefly before releasing it and leaving it with the flat of her tongue.

Emma's mouth eased into a smile around her nipples, for a moment still licking then sucking harder than before. Emma released her nipples and kissed over to its twins, lavishing the same kind of attention on her other breasts. Regina writhed and moaned beneath her touch, amazed by her complete lack of self-consciousness when it comes to reacting out loud to Emma's caresses. Emma's thigh pressed into the copious wetness between her legs, forcing a strangle plea, "Emma, please. Please." Regina cried out when Emma sized a nipple between her fingers and tugged.

Emma slowly descent of Regina's body, trailing hot, nipping kisses along the way, worshipping her body.

Emma's fists grab sheets at the wet dream and her eyes threw up, "what's the fuck?" Emma eyes bewildered when looked down, feeling herself, no long boobs but a big chest with the best 6 pack abs she ever seen. What's the fuck just happened, Emma panting and breathing heavily on the bed. Emma continued feeling her own masculine body, thighs and long leg. She grown more taller, how the fuck did this happen. Her long wavy hair no longer longs, the sides were short with length on the top, more curler blonde hair.

She grew to hate her even more.

Did I just do magic to myself? How is this possible? Emma asked more unanswered questions. I haven't done magic since my Mama was taken from me. I stopped believing in magic and everything around me. The girl dead with Mama, along with myself. She was scared to look between her legs when she felt something hard. She looked under the covers and her eyes widen in shock and surprise, a 9-inch cock.

She remembered her Papa's clothes still in the trunk in her parents' room. She moved back into her parents' house when she gotten older. Father Henry believed she's old enough to be on her own and take care of herself. It's not even morning yet as she looked out of the window, the sun hasn't risen yet.

How long will this last, she wondered. Even worse, she supposed to be at the White Kingdom within two hours, how the hell is she going to explain this. What do I do? What the fuck do I do? She puts on her Papa's clothes and surprisedly, it fits well. She wore her Papa's brown leather boots with brown pants and white shirt with a vest. She finally could wear her sword belt as Emma couldn't wear one around the villagers because she's a woman.

One place she knows she can visit, Father Henry, hopefully she'll know something to do with this, waving her hands on her masculine body, she quickly walks towards Henry's house and find Regina there. Oh no, the thought of her mind sent between …, her hands immediately covered it and forces herself to stop thinking of her in such a way, no, no, no, Emma. Emma turns around before Regina could spot her to calm herself down.

"Young man, I haven't seen you around these parts," Father Henry pat on his back with Regina chatting with him on the table.

"Father Henry," forcing myself a smile while bowing before Regina as I lift my hat off, eyeing her, "Your Majesty."

Regina finds this young man, extremely cute that their eyes stared into each other momently, something inside of her dead came alive. Regina saw that this young man needs privacy as she stood up, "I'll see you later, Father."

Emma closes her eyes when Regina brushes pass her when she felt a joint into her cock, whispers, oh fuck, please don't. She struggled bowing again before her as she walked out of the house, "Your Highness."

"Hold on, Father," Emma ran to back of the room where she used to sleep then Henry shot her a puzzling look how did he know where the room is, "just wait, Father." Emma closes the door, panting and breathing heavily, jumping to stop her cock getting harder when she saw Regina. No, Emma, talking to herself to distract all the strange emotions she's feeling between lust, sex and good feelings too.

'Stop it, Emma.' It took her awhile for her calm down when Father Henry knocked on the door, "young man?" She got up from the bed, gave herself one last inhale before opening the door, "sorry, Father."

Emma sat on the table in the kitchen at the same time as Father Henry sat on the opposite, waving at her to go on, "what is it you need, young man?"

"It's me, Emma! I fucking woke up this way!"

"Emma?" Henry couldn't believe his eyes, "is it really you?"

"Yes, Father, the daughter of the White Kingdom."

"Emma!" Henry stood up and looked up and down bewildered, "how did this happen?"

"I don't know. I woke up into this!"

"Regina might …"

"No!" She refuses to go anywhere near her or even speak to her in this state.

Henry's eyes crossed at her sudden shout of no, then realizes just a moment before, "oh, have you always felt this way?"

Emma rolled her eyes with her arms crossed, "fuck you."

"Emma! Language, I do not appreciate that."

"Sorry, Father. I hate her and I want her dead," ever since I've been working in the White Kingdom, making plans to find a way to reach her but I haven't yet earned her trust for us to be anywhere close together. She's walking better, like regal royalty and yet I can't touch her yet. One day I will, she'll die in my hands. I grumbled as I walked off when I heard Father Henry called me out, "Emma, please come back."

"Fuck him, fuck her and fuck everyone else," decided to walk up the hill near the ocean, are you fucking kidding me. Lately, she's been everywhere, walking and getting everywhere with her guards, "the fucking cripple." I heard her whispering to the guards then they walked away, further than where she sat by the tree and what she saw took her breath away. The clearing was a short rounded by trees and waters, "this is beautiful."

Emma looked at her long raven hair falling across her face by the tree, Regina closes her eyes to remember the brutal 'lessons' from her mother then taught magic in secret with Rumple until he got arrested, tricked by Cinderella. Regina shook her head at the memory and sighed then heard sarcastically male voice, "so this is where the slave master roams?"

Regina eyes shot up at the young man's voice, full of hatred, sounded like Emma then realized it's the same young man, "I'm not the village idiot."

"You must be, or you wouldn't be here," she could be killed or injured out here as she leans on the tree. Regina could feel his hatred, but doesn't know where it is coming from, "are you from around here?"

"Yes, you're living there and stole it from my parents."

"I didn't steal it," it's true, I wouldn't want to take anyone's throne except for mine but my mother lives in Dark Throne, given by king bastard. Emma questioned again, "where's your guardians?"

He's referring to my guards, so I pointed little over a foot away, far enough for them to keep an eye on me but not close enough for them to hear us. Emma looked up at the guards, two guards not paying attention at all, enjoying their time on the grass and chatting among themselves. I lean closer to her when she stood up and swallowed my throat then Regina looked up into my eyes, "who are you?"

I don't know this young man and I absolutely had no idea the Charmings had a son, nobody did, but why is he telling me this, "do you have a death wish?"

"Every day, yes."

I wants the guards to kill me on sight, so I moved little more behind the tree so the guards does see us. Emma inhaled and smelled close to her neck, smells like apple and cinnamon, she smells so good that it made me weak in the knees. How does this feel so right? The Queen is not resisting at all, and she would never let anyone touch her in such a matter. I heard her quiet moan when she asked again while making sure the guards doesn't notice yet, "who are you?"

I need give myself a name, Emma, ummm, "Emmett of White Kingdom."

Hey! She did magic on me! She flicked her hands as I turned invisible to the guards when they walked up to me, "We have been out too long. King Leopold is expecting you soon, Your Majesty." Queen Regina nods in agreement, "bring carriage."

"Yes, Your Majesty," they bowed before her when went to get their carriage nearby.