I Was Made For Loving You

londonsbridge:

Little present for @the-reason-to-sail-home. Happy birthday, Tessa!
Gifset by @killiancygnus here

Princess Emma always dreaded the arrival of her birthday. It meant puffy dresses, forced smiles, and behaving like a person different from her real self.

She had already danced with four different princes’, two earls and one dwarf (although that wasn’t so bad, uncle Happy was by far her favorite) but now she was tired, she hadn’t eaten a single bite and her feet were killing her.

For some miracle of sorts, Emma managed to get close to the buffet, she was about to take something to eat when a handsome man in a bright colored suit approached her with a smug grin on his face.

Emma almost groaned, they were all handsome men with suits and smug grin; she couldn’t take anymore of them.

“Happy birthday, Highness,” he said, just like everyone else.

“Why, thank you, sir.” Emma faked a bright smile, her cheeks were about to fall off.

“This may be a bit forward of me but, may I have this dance?”

The band was playing a waltz, every couple was dancing in practical yet beautiful movements, the swaying of colors was mesmerizing. It was the part Emma liked most of all, but she had yet to find the right partner besides her dad.

“Before we go, may I ask you your name?” Emma gave the man her hand to take anyway so he could lead her to the dance floor.

“Prince Killian Jones, from the Southern Kingdom.”

She had heard of that kingdom: it was a beautiful land touched by the sea, warm in winter and summer and dedicated to fishing. She was suddenly curious about Killian Jones, she wanted to know everything about his land, for she had always wanted to go there and sail its coast.

They danced and talked the night away, too caught up in each other to notice anything else. Emma had taken a liking to Killian, the way he talked and behaved himself amused her more times than not and he was an incredible charmer.

“Where do I remember you from, Killian?” Emma asked at one point after the third dance.

“We met when we were both very young. I looked at you from behind my mother’s gown. You were gorgeous, Princess. I’ve never forgotten you,” he said, sure and direct as if he had been waiting to say that the whole night, and maybe he had.

“All that from a small glance?”

“All that from a small glance,” he confirmed without tearing his eyes off of her.

Soon they were forced to say goodbye, the party ended and all the guests left the palace including Killian and his brother.

Emma wished to see him again, if only to sit and listen to him talk about his kingdom and his adventures at sea for the rest of the day, but as soon as he had gone she noticed how truly tired she was and she went to bed, kissing her parents goodnight.

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The next day Emma opted for a stroll in the forest to stop the images of dancing and laughter from drawing her completely mad; nature always calmed her.

That time, though, it seemed her mind was going to trick her no matter where she went because she heard his voice calling her, “Good morning, Highness! Did you sleep well?”

She turned around on instinct and there he was, handsome as ever.

“Killian! What are you doing here?” She rushed to reach him and stopped only a few feet away.

“Come with me,” he demanded, looking at her with that same loving gaze he had had all the night before.

It was a pattern with them: he would tell her to follow him and she would go immediately, then he would sweep her off her feet. That time, he brought her to a meadow filled with beautiful pink flowers. It was there, between the smell of spring and the singing of the birds that she knew.

Killian Jones was very different from everyone else.