fivefootonewriter
When Emma Swan is consumed by the Darkness, the people who love her follow her to Camelot with one goal: bring the Savior home.
But Camelot is waiting for a Savior of its own.
To protect Emma and buy them the time they need, Regina Mills tells one carefully constructed lie: she is the Savior.
It should have been simple.
Until an ancient prophecy leaves them with one problem neither of them saw coming. If Regina is going to convince Camelot that she is the Savior, then Emma can't simply be the Dark One standing at her side.
She has to be the woman Regina loves.
Suddenly, saving Emma means playing a part neither of them prepared for-shared rooms, hands held beneath banquet tables, carefully rehearsed stories and kisses meant for anyone who might be watching.
It is only temporary.
It is only an act.
And Emma and Regina have always been very good at lying to themselves.
But pretending is easy when everyone is watching.
The real trouble begins when nobody is.
A Swan Queen canon-divergence set in Camelot, where one lie becomes dangerously easy to believe.