Princess: Kidnapped!

Chapter One

-Dedicated to all the C$ shippers who have made this fandom a dark and miserable place since the end of season 3. If it weren't for you I never would've come up with this idea so I guess this is one good thing that has come out of your despicable hate *finger guns*

It was late autumn and Market Day, the last one before winter set in, and Princess Emma of Mist Haven wanted to go in hopes of maybe finding a few things for when she tried (heavy emphasis on the word 'try') her hand at making a special supper later that evening for herself and her husband, Baelfire. The 'special supper' had everything to do with her news too; for the last couple of weeks she had been feeling super tired, amongst other symptoms, and it had been a good while since her last menstrual cycle and she knew that could only mean one thing: she was expecting their fourth baby. She was so excited; it had taken them quite a while to have this baby after all.

As she was looking through a stand of pumpkins (hey, it was autumn), she felt a sudden presence behind her - an unsettling feeling, like she was being watched. She turned to look behind her. There stood a tall, dark-haired man clad in black leather, who looked to be in his mid to late-forties. He looked to be a pirate, and she immediately entered caution-mode. "Oh... I'm sorry," she tentatively began. "Am I in your way?" She took a cautious step away from the squash stand and stood tall so she would come across as confident.

He then smiled a sleazy smile. "Not at all," he replied, folding his arms and taking what looked to be a stance displaying utter dominance. She mentally rolled her eyes after noticing that. What a cox-comb! she thought to herself, disgusted. The sleazy pirate proceeded and took a step closer. "In fact... I was rather enjoying the view."

That remark made Emma roll her eyes for real. Yup... just what I thought. A cox-comb; typical sleazy pirate. She quickly glanced up and searched for the guards that were supposed to be protecting her... there they were, their backs turned to her, not paying attention to this possible threat to the princess. That was okay though, for it was times like this that her mother had taught her when she was very young to hide weapons in every concealed article of clothing and why her father had taught her everything he knew about sword-wielding. She wasn't worried; she could handle this piece of promiscuous smum on her own... right? "Uh huh..." she answered uninterestedly. She confidently stood her ground, squaring her shoulders as if preparing herself for battle, just like her father had taught her. "Well...I hate to disappoint you, sir, but I happen to be married -- happily married at that; to a wonderful man, I might add." She watched him carefully, trying to anticipate his next possible move as he took another step closer.

"I'll bet you are..." He slowly took another step, his stance becoming threatening. Emma didn't like it; if she were a wolf, her hackles would be raised. He was now standing directly in front of her, and she slowly dragged her hand to the dagger at her waist. She fixed her gaze on his, promising him with her expression that she would hurt him if he made a move. Mercy, how she hated pirates! He was so close now that she could smell his breath; it was rancid with a strong mix of rum, and it left her stomach greatly unsettled. For once, she wished her stomach would actually empty itself; maybe it would leave him disgusted and he would go on his way. He continued to speak as she held her confident warrior pose. "Whoever said a married woman can't have some fun once in a while?" She could now feel his breath on her cheek, hot with perverted lust, and she felt her heart rate heighten in fear and anger. How dare this man come onto her like this! She, a happily married woman! It was disgusting and improper, an absolute disgrace and dishonorable thing to do - not that pirates gave a flying fruit about honor, but still - oh how she wanted to punch him square in the face...But she didn't want to create a scene because then word would reach the castle, causing Baelfire and her parents to ask what happened. She'd have to tell the truth, of course, and then there was really no telling what her jealous husband and overprotective father might end up doing. No, she didn't want to create a bigger problem than this already was; she would handle this like the confident, strong, and battle-trained future queen that she was. "I have to be getting back home," she responded, her posture remaining strong.