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Ever since he was born Jack had been different,yet being born to royalty wasn’t what made him different and neither was his appearance though certainly odd. No, it was what he could do, what he could make. Jack wasn’t ordinary he was magical.
On the other hand his younger sister Emma was not, but that didn’t stop them from being each other’s best friend.
However that was many years ago and things change. Out of nowhere Jack had begun isolating himself when they were kids, never even sparing a glance at the brunette, never building a snowman together.
It all got worse after their parent’s death, from what the staff whispered between each other he wouldn’t even leave his room to eat, only occasionally slightly opening his door to receive his meals. Emma heartbroken at the loss of her sibling and parents, would sit against his door, imagining that he was sitting against her, next to her. Who would have thought that her brother would be doing the same.
It was finally coronation day, Jack had come of age, he would be king of Burgess and the gates would open again
Roaming the streets her head in the clouds, daydreaming of meeting “ the one”, Emma had failed to notice walking into a strangers horse, which nocked her onto a nearby boat.
“Hey !" She exclaimed
"Im so sorry are you hurt ?" The man atop his horse asked, the handsome man.
" oh uhm yes im, im okay, I just wasn’t looking where I was going but I am, i’m great actually " she stuttered her way through a response trying not to gaze at the tall dark haired figure in font of her.
"Thank goodness" at that he extended his hand to help her up and seem to remember something at the same time "Oh! Uhm. Prince Pitch from the dark isles" as Emma regained her balance he took the opportunity to offer her a small curtsy.
"Princess Emma of Burgess" she responded
"Princess?" as it dawned on him who exactly he was speaking to he knelt in apology or respect, she didn’t have time to figure out as his horse copied his actions tipping over the boat, knocking the two onto each other. Getting back into their feet was a more tedious task then expected.
"This is awkward, not that you’re awkward, not that, just that im awkward, you’re gorgeous. Wait what?" She fumbled through her words because it was true he was gorgeous, his spiky slicked back hair perfectly complimented his sharp jaw, his golden eyes stood out against his dark olive complexion, he was the image of princely perfection in his tailored black suit.
"I would like to formerly apologize for hitting the futur ruler of Burgess with my horse and for every moment after"
"No, no no it’s fine. I’m not that heir. I mean if you had hit my brother Jackson that would be. Yeesh, cuz you know" she explained while making her way off the boat "But lucky you, it’s just me"
"Just you?" He chuckled inquisitively, she only smiled as confirmation. She then heard them.
"The bells! The coronation! I, I have to go, i better go, uhm bye!"
It was finally time for the ball where Emma would finally talk to her brother again, it felt like she was going to meet a stranger, what would they say to each other? Would they even have anything in common?
The two royals were announced to the rest of the crowd. Being placed next to each other she didn’t know what to say
"Hey" jack began softly
" hi me? Oh, uhm hi"
There was a beat of silence
"You look beautiful " Jack added
"You look beautifuler, I mean, not fuller. You don’t look fuller, but, but more beautiful."
" thank you" he giggled "So, this is what a party looks like"
"It’s warmer than i thought"
"And what is that amazing smell? "
They both took a big sniff of the fragrant air, before gushing in tandem "chocolate". That was all it took for them to laugh away all the years they had spent apart.
Having been separated from her sibling on the dance floor, Emma found herself once more in the company of Pitch. Over the next few hours they got to know each other, for what felt like the first time in her life Emma had someone who could see her, so when he asked for her hand in marriage how could she say no.
Her brother though did not share the same enthusiasm, claiming that "you can’t marry a man you just met". But what did he now about love, all he’s ever done is push away the people he loves. Running after her brother demanding for an explanation her hand gripped his trying to stop him from leaving again however it only resulted in her tacking off his glove. It was all to much for Jack, his head was spinning, he just wanted to leave the party and close the gates again.
"Enough Emma!" He declared, yanking his arm back, what followed was a blast of magic forming tall ice spikes at his feet. "Witch craft!" An onlooker exclaimed.
Emma tried to follow jack, however he slipped away from her as he took of his shoes and froze a path for himself on the sea. Subsequently the ice that had materialized under him spread to the rest of the fjord, freezing burgess in an ever lasting winter