Finding You Always

Edge of Glory

Finding You Always

Chapter 15: Edge of Glory

She would recognize the sights and smells of it immediately. A ball. Royals and dignitaries dressed in their finest, including her and her husband. Synchronized ballroom dances and laughter. The smell of meats, fresh breads, wine, and chocolate...oh the chocolate. Talks of battles waged or victories won among the noblemen. And the flittering of gossip among the noblewomen about various royals, Snow and her Charming being a favorite topic.

She rolled her eyes. Okay, so maybe they weren't the best at refraining from public displays of affection, but she hardly considered it worthy gossip. They were married, after all. But she supposed in a land where more than half royal marriages were arranged, they might be a sight to behold.

But she couldn't help herself and neither could Charming, not that he would bother trying. He was only too happy to display his love for her for all to see. They were the embodiment of true love. His kiss had broken a curse on her, after all. Her handmaidens and nobles alike found it very interesting to talk about, indeed. Still, their "antics" were deemed inappropriate of how royals should conduct themselves in public by some of the more cynical (jealous) noblewomen. As Charming kissed her again during their dance, she felt her lips curling into a smile.

"Oh yes, they should be jealous," she thought to herself, as her gorgeous husband spun her around and pressed her flush against him, before lowering her to her feet.

"I think our dancing is causing a scandal," she teased.

"Might as well give them something to talk about," he teased back.

"If we really want to give them something to talk about, we should sneak off somewhere...private," she suggested sultrily.

"I have always loved the way you think," he replied with a sly grin, offering his arm. She took it and they sauntered out of the ballroom. They made it look like they were going to the gardens, but quietly slipped into one of the palaces many secret passages. This one happened to lead up to their private bedchambers...

Snow awoke with a start, the memories of that night fresh in her mind. The love...the passion...the desire. Oh, having her memories back was both blissful...and a bit sorrowful given her current situation.

But her husband remembered too. That meant he would move heaven and earth to keep them together if he had to. He always found her, but she really wished they would catch a break. She wanted to stay found. She wanted them all to stay found and be a family. Why that seemed so difficult to obtain, she had no idea. A jangling of keys and a click broke through her reverie and her heart fluttered at the sight of her husband in the flesh.

"You were miles away," he mentioned with a smile.

"Memories," she murmured.

"We had a lot of good ones, despite all the bad we've faced. And we will have more," he promised, as he let her out so she could join them for breakfast. He pulled her close and kissed her tenderly, a little less heat than they wanted, but they were ever mindful of their little girl in the room. Their lips parted and she sat down next to their daughter, hugging her and doting on her, with Emma soaking up every bit of it. He smiled, knowing he could watch them together all day. Unfortunately, they only had an hour until Regina and Spencer would arrive. But he would make every minute count.

Regina Mills was finally going to get her way. Though none of them could actually leave Storybrooke, she had developed the little ruse that a judge in the Maine's capital city of Augusta was going to proceed over Mary Margaret's case later that day.