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But imagine Killian’s utter delight at seeing Emma in full princess regalia, a pretty pink dress and her hair about her shoulders.

He rocks back on his heels and smiles wide when she looks up, startling and dropping her flowers down by her ankles, her foot popping just the same way it did all those months ago when she opened her parent’s door and he was holding a rose and they got to pretend for a night – pretend that she wasn’t the savior and he wasn’t the pirate. It had been just the two of them. Killian and Emma.

He ducks his head, holds hand and hook behind his back in the way he was taught you do when addressing royalty, clicking his heels together neatly. “Your highness.”

She blinks at him, a smile curling at the corner of her lips as she nods in return. It’s the gentle smile that took months for him to see for himself, her eyes unguarded and her steps bringing her closer. She’s softer here, more relaxed. There’s an ease to her movements that he’s only seen in the shallow light of early dawn, when she can’t sleep and he turns on the radio and spins the both of them around the kitchen until her laughter is pressed somewhere beneath his chin.

“Do I – ” She shakes her head a bit, takes another step forward. “I’m sorry, but do I know you.”

His grin widens.