365 Days of Captain Swan [Day 22]

365 Days of Captain Swan [Day 69]

Captain Swan : Season 6 & kisses - Part 02

Emma had been minding her own business really, when she came across the man. She’d taken her horse out for a ride to get away from the royal duties her mother was trying to press on her. “Well, you’re currently in Misthaven, but more specifically, you’re on royal land.” She smiled at him, dismounting her horse and letting her walk free. “May I ask if I can assist you in finding your way?”

Misthaven. He knew of that place, but had never actually been there before. It made him wonder how he ended up there in the first place. “Um well… . I don’t quite remember how I got here,” he admitted, scratching the back of his ear. “I seem to have lost my ship…  and my brother.” 

Emma smiled softly at his omission, while she’d never been misplaced herself, she found herself thinking him to be rather endearing. “Well, I imagine your ship in at the docks, which is about two hours away by steed, so it’s a bit of a walk.” She told him, tilting her head to the side and pausing to think for a moment. “If you wish, you can return to the palace with me and I can loan you a horse to make your journey back on. And I can offer food and drink too, I’m sure you must be running on an empty stomach.” She offered, a kind smile lighting up her face.

He wasn’t sure how he managed to get so far away from the ship. He hadn’t drank anything in years and he didn’t remember how he had got there. “I would appreciate any help,” he admitted with an almost shy smile. “I am a bit mixed up and I’m not quite sure what happened.”

When she mentioned the palace he couldn’t help but notice her clearly regal attire. “You … are a princess,  milady?” he asked, giving a small bow of respect. “I did not realize I had run into royalty.”

“Princess Emma.” She confirmed, a little awkwardly. She hadn’t actually meant to reveal that to him. Her parents had always drilled it into her that there would be people who would use her status as a way to harm her, or to try and win a ransom from the crown. “But you can just call me Emma.” She added softly. “You don’t have to bow, there’s no one else around and i could live my life perfectly well if no one ever bowed or curtsied to me ever again.”

Killian blushed a little when she said that he could call her by her first name. He had met a few royals but most took quite pride in their title and wouldn’t dare have someone treat them as a commoner. Obviously she was quite different. “Very well, Emma,” he offered with a small smile. “Thank you for your help. I’m not quite sure how I got so lost.”

“Magic…maybe.” She smiled, her eyes wrinkling at the sides. Emma called to her horse, who came to her side, and she held onto the reins as she slowly started to walk back towards the palace. “It’s not far…once we reach the top of this meadow, you’ll be able to see it. And we’ll probably be able to spot my Mother, looking for me with another task for me to do.” She told him, laughing at her own words. Emma glanced over at him and gave him a quizzical look. “So you know my name, but I am still to find out yours? And what you’re doing on a ship at such a young age? I thought it was the older men who worked on board?”

Killian blushed a bit when he realized he had not introduced himself. Perhaps the surprise of finding a princess out there had made him forget his manners. “Apologies,” he offered with a bow of his head. “My name is Killian Jones. I’m the lieutenant aboard The Jewel of the Realm.” He knew he was rather young for such a station but he and his brother had worked hard. Ever since they managed to escape Silvers grasp on them. “I suppose I am young for my station. My brother is the Captain. We joined the Royal Navy after they rescued us from a ship wreck.” He left out the part about them having been slaves prior to that. He was never one to disclose his full past to easily.

“Oh how lovely. A Captain!” Emma exclaimed enthusiastically, she’d met many Captains at the balls and events her parents had hosted at the Palace. “I’m sure he’s a very good Captain.” She added. “And you, a Lieutenant, you must have the most incredible adventures to speak of.” Emma gushed. “This is about as far as my adventures take me.” She admitted. “It’s not often that my parents let me out of their sight.”

Emma had been minding her own business really, when she came across the man. She’d taken her horse out for a ride to get away from the royal duties her mother was trying to press on her. “Well, you’re currently in Misthaven, but more specifically, you’re on royal land.” She smiled at him, dismounting her horse and letting her walk free. “May I ask if I can assist you in finding your way?”

Misthaven. He knew of that place, but had never actually been there before. It made him wonder how he ended up there in the first place. “Um well… . I don’t quite remember how I got here,” he admitted, scratching the back of his ear. “I seem to have lost my ship…  and my brother.” 

Emma smiled softly at his omission, while she’d never been misplaced herself, she found herself thinking him to be rather endearing. “Well, I imagine your ship in at the docks, which is about two hours away by steed, so it’s a bit of a walk.” She told him, tilting her head to the side and pausing to think for a moment. “If you wish, you can return to the palace with me and I can loan you a horse to make your journey back on. And I can offer food and drink too, I’m sure you must be running on an empty stomach.” She offered, a kind smile lighting up her face.

He wasn’t sure how he managed to get so far away from the ship. He hadn’t drank anything in years and he didn’t remember how he had got there. “I would appreciate any help,” he admitted with an almost shy smile. “I am a bit mixed up and I’m not quite sure what happened.”

When she mentioned the palace he couldn’t help but notice her clearly regal attire. “You … are a princess,  milady?” he asked, giving a small bow of respect. “I did not realize I had run into royalty.”

“Princess Emma.” She confirmed, a little awkwardly. She hadn’t actually meant to reveal that to him. Her parents had always drilled it into her that there would be people who would use her status as a way to harm her, or to try and win a ransom from the crown. “But you can just call me Emma.” She added softly. “You don’t have to bow, there’s no one else around and i could live my life perfectly well if no one ever bowed or curtsied to me ever again.”

Killian blushed a little when she said that he could call her by her first name. He had met a few royals but most took quite pride in their title and wouldn’t dare have someone treat them as a commoner. Obviously she was quite different. “Very well, Emma,” he offered with a small smile. “Thank you for your help. I’m not quite sure how I got so lost.”

“Magic...maybe.” She smiled, her eyes wrinkling at the sides. Emma called to her horse, who came to her side, and she held onto the reins as she slowly started to walk back towards the palace. “It’s not far...once we reach the top of this meadow, you’ll be able to see it. And we’ll probably be able to spot my Mother, looking for me with another task for me to do.” She told him, laughing at her own words. Emma glanced over at him and gave him a quizzical look. “So you know my name, but I am still to find out yours? And what you’re doing on a ship at such a young age? I thought it was the older men who worked on board?”

Emma had been minding her own business really, when she came across the man. She’d taken her horse out for a ride to get away from the royal duties her mother was trying to press on her. “Well, you’re currently in Misthaven, but more specifically, you’re on royal land.” She smiled at him, dismounting her horse and letting her walk free. “May I ask if I can assist you in finding your way?”

Misthaven. He knew of that place, but had never actually been there before. It made him wonder how he ended up there in the first place. “Um well… . I don’t quite remember how I got here,” he admitted, scratching the back of his ear. “I seem to have lost my ship…  and my brother.” 

Emma smiled softly at his omission, while she’d never been misplaced herself, she found herself thinking him to be rather endearing. “Well, I imagine your ship in at the docks, which is about two hours away by steed, so it’s a bit of a walk.” She told him, tilting her head to the side and pausing to think for a moment. “If you wish, you can return to the palace with me and I can loan you a horse to make your journey back on. And I can offer food and drink too, I’m sure you must be running on an empty stomach.” She offered, a kind smile lighting up her face.

He wasn’t sure how he managed to get so far away from the ship. He hadn’t drank anything in years and he didn’t remember how he had got there. “I would appreciate any help,” he admitted with an almost shy smile. “I am a bit mixed up and I’m not quite sure what happened.”

When she mentioned the palace he couldn’t help but notice her clearly regal attire. “You … are a princess,  milady?” he asked, giving a small bow of respect. “I did not realize I had run into royalty.”

“Princess Emma.” She confirmed, a little awkwardly. She hadn’t actually meant to reveal that to him. Her parents had always drilled it into her that there would be people who would use her status as a way to harm her, or to try and win a ransom from the crown. “But you can just call me Emma.” She added softly. “You don’t have to bow, there’s no one else around and i could live my life perfectly well if no one ever bowed or curtsied to me ever again.”

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“Well I tried, you know how Davey is when he’s studying,” Charlotte shrugged her shoulders and clasped her hands behind her back before smiling brightly at her mother, the smile dropped though when she took the jar back. “It isn’t my fault, Davey handed it to me and told me to go.”

She rolled her blue eyes and blew a loose curl from her face before narrowing her eyes and looking back and forth between her parents. “ I get you two are pissed, we can hear the words you guys are throwing at each other and honestly you’re both acting like children. Be pissed off, hate each other, I don’t care, but Willa and LJ do and can hear you very damn clearly through the floor.” 

The teenager could feel her temper heating up as she clenched her free fist, taking in a breath to calm herself (she still wasn’t as good at her brother as controlling her emotions when it came to her magic.) “And I don’t care who started this bloody argument, who said what, or how it’s going to end but you have two children cramming for exams and an other two who need attention from their father and mother.”

Emma felt her defences rising as her daughter laid into her as if their family roles had been switched. She’d never been good at being told off, something she’d annoyingly passed onto her kids too.

Emma flicked a glance at Killian, who looked guilty. Emma faultered a little, realising that even if she hated to admit it, Charlotte was possibly right. They were acting slightly childish.

“We don’t hate each other.” Emma said, turning back to Charlotte. “But sometimes people fight, even if they love each other.” She added.

Emma watched Charlotte clenching her first and knew that her daughter needed to calm down or they were in risk of needing to replace the lightbulbs in the room reasonably soon.

“Go study, we’ll keep it down and be downstairs soon.” She told Charlotte, still unable to turn and apologise to Killian. She was still hurt by the things he’d said and she didn’t feel like having their apology conversation in front of their kid.

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Emma’s head snapped to the bedroom door as it opened. The last thing either she or Killian wanted, was one of their kids to hear their argument. It’d been building for days, if they were honest. They’d both been working overtime at the station, leaving little time alone for either of them. And then there’d been Killians side comments at the parent teacher night that had irked Emma, and she’d left him to cook dinner with no warning and pissed him off, and neither of them had been good at communicating their feelings for the past few weeks. So, they’d been due for a blow up, they’d both just hoped they could hold on until the kids weren’t around to hear it.

However, by the looks of Charlottes ‘butter wouldn’t melt in my mouth’ innocent look, and the lame excuse of the pickle jar, maybe they weren’t being as quiet as they’d hoped.

Killian was playing dirty tonight, and not in a way Emma liked or enjoyed. He knew what he was saying was hurtful, and Emma was acting no better.

“You mean you didn’t ask your brother first?” Emma asked, giving her daughter her best ‘I know what you’re up to’ look. She took the jar and opened it easily, with barely even a strain on her wrist. She raised an eyebrow at her daughter. “Next time at least tighten the jar before you use it as a decoy.”

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