the princesses suitor

Chapter 1

the suitor
word count: 3700

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I would do anything for my kingdom.

"Emma? Sweetie everyone's waiting for you" Snow said softly and walked next to her on the balcony. She glanced at Emma and followed her gaze to the huge castle in the distance. The dark forest trees were flowing against the wind, lights from the lower villages brightening up the forest. Acres away very far in the distance was the dark castle of the infamous Evil Queen. Snow gave a soft sigh and rested her hand against Emma's shoulder, pushing the long blonde locks off her shoulder. "Sweetie come along" she whispered softly and kissed her temple.

"Will Queen Regina be attending the ball?" Emma asked and glanced at her mother. The young blonde had always wondered about the mysterious Evil Queen. She had been told stories since she was young about how the queen was constantly trying to kill her Ma and Pa. How she went from realms, murdered innocent people, and created so much destruction just to fail in killing Snow. Emma understood. Well not really, but she would also get frustrated if she tried impossibly hard to kill someone only to fail repeatedly.

"I don't know darling, we haven't seen her since your 1st birthday, but she did receive an invite like every year."

The Dark Queen had originally planned to cast the dark curse on the morning Emma was to be born. No one knows exactly what happened but the curse didn't cast. Snow and David had their daughter and the Queen was nowhere to be seen. Rumours had gone around that she was killed or the Charmings had captured her and threw her in a dungeon like they did with the Dark One. But on Emma's 1st birthday an envelope was placed on Emma's presents table; a treaty that explained Regina's surrender. That from then on they didn't need to be allies, but that there would be peace between the kingdoms.

Emma simply nodded and smiled.

"Where are your gloves sweetie?" Snow asked, noticing her daughter's bare hands then shook her head. "No matter, you need to make your grand entrance. My little girl is officially an adult" She smiled softly. Emma was officially 18 years of age, which means this was the ball where she'd choose her suitor, unknown by Emma.

Emma blushed and smiled softly as Snow pressed her lips against her forehead. "Now we really must go '' she chuckled and took Emma's hand leading her to the doors of the grand entrance. The doors had beautiful golden carvings, designs of flowers and swirls covering it; matching the white creamy walls of the castle. Torches lit up the silent hallway as two guards stopped on either side of the large carved door.

"Do I have to do this? I don't like when people stare" Emma pouted and scrunched up her nose. 

"You've done this every year for your birthday sweetie, you'll be fine." Her mother smiled and kissed her hand as she fixed Emma's posture and music from the opposite side of the door started playing. 

As the golden doors opened Emma and her mother stepped out smiled, loud applause roaring from the crowd in the decorated ballroom.

Emma's eyes glided across the room with a soft smile. She recognized most of the people in the ballroom, besides the different kinds of prince's and king's. She could tell by the way they dressed and the way they held themselves as they watched her. It was like they were all competing on who's richest, all covered in jewels and crowns. Strange. Emma bit her lip softly, they'd never been to her birthdays before?

After a while of glancing with a subtle smile and gentle wave her eyes landed on a woman. A breathtaking woman. Emma just stared at her for a moment, green eyes staring deeply into coco brown ones. Her eyes looked dark and alluring, like they hid things only the crowned brunette would know. Emma slowly gazed down and settled on the women's lips, they were a bit far from each other considering there was still a giant staircase she needed to walk down, but even from the far height she could see the lip scar settled on the left side of the woman's upper lip. Emma's eyes trailed down her body without her approval. She was wearing smoky makeup, her lips painted In a deep red, making them even more entrancing. Her cleavage was exposed in a way that left little to the imagination, yet way too much at the same time. The dress wrapped around her body was tightly fitted showing off every curve the woman could possibly have. The dark jeweled material had a deep low cut making Emma's knees weak as she couldn't tear away her gaze until she felt a tight squeeze on her hand.