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There was a boy in the middle of the rubble during the battle of New York. A boy in the middle of the chaos and the clamor. The fact that Steve had to run and pry the boy from the mess was enough to say the least. But now he was visiting the hospital where the boy was in a coma.

“Well, I heard your name was Henry,” he said to the boy in the bed, leaving a stuffed animal at the bedside. “I’m Steve, it’s nice to meet you, Henry.”

The curse had been broken, lost memories restored. As her family all celebrated reuniting, Emma’s head was else where. The curse had changed her emotionally and she couldn’t stand it. Going from a sheriff to an assistant of a woman she loathed entirely, that was surprisingly not the worst part. To rub salt on the wound, god knows how, she fell for that very woman and that itself was infuriating. 

Orion was tasked to be one of the diplomats that represented the Greek gods and demigods in the midst of all the Misthaven political changes. He was a natural born leader, which made him the obvious choice, but he was a bit too much like his father. When needed, he took thing very seriously but most of the time, just wanted to have a good time. Which is why he showed up a bit late to a meeting he didn’t even want to be at. 

Still, he donned on a charming smile as he greeted everyone around him. He even sent a wink to the Queen. 

“Sorry I’m late. None of my father’s other bastards wanted to be here. I don’t either but Daddy Dearest is keen on avoiding trouble or war. On the plus side...pretty sexy people in this meeting.” 

Emma woke from her bed and curled into a ball - knowing what today meant and she rather stay within her normal realm ; living a rather normal lifetime. Once her mother forced her out of her bed and rushed her into a dress ; a one she disliked actually as she always admired her father’s suits but than again it would upset her parents to blur gender roles. 

 The travel was peaceful and it soothed her nervous and hoped the good queen would at least be kind toward her family. Emma’s parents was greeted at the gate with kind smiles and offers of flowers and food. The blonde followed silently as they were brought to the queen’s throne room - it was amazing and maybe the best one she had ever seen.

“Your highness -” Her father called up before kneeling down - he did not raise his head to ask his question. “It would be our pleasure to invite you to our ball for our daughter also if you have any ideas on how to get a suitor for our young daughter than we would love to hear them..”

Emma had been told again and again not to act on her magic since it could be dangerous and its not good for the kingdom in case she ended up like the evil queen but all she wanted was someone to teach her how to control it the right way. One early morning when the birds began to sing - she set off to find someone who would help her and that was the evil queen - it was the only person to go to.

She knew her parents would have her head for running off but she didn’t want to end up hurting innocent people because she lost control with her magic and emotions. The princess ended up at the queen’s door and was told to halt with weapons to her throat.

Emma glared up at the brunette and spoke. “I don’’t need it  - I was only just double checking something” She growled as she throw the script the opposite side of her dressing room. The blonde closed her eyes and took a moment to get into her role - a mid 20′s party girl that for the first time within her life , she had a girl that liked her for who she was but in this scene she had been found making out with someone else - so anger and jealousy should be a main point.

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