Emma stumbled out of the bar. Her movement was unbalanced and her vision was blurred. The streets were empty and wet from the rain. The moon was high in the sky, and cast blue light over Camelot which reflected off the wet cobblestone.

It was quiet.

Too quiet.

Not a drop of rain nor an animal's footsteps were present to break the eerie silence. Emma placed her hands on her forehead and quickly cast a spell to sober herself up. Her vision became clear again and her movements became rebalanced.

"Why do I even bother getting drunk?" Sighed Emma to herself.

"That's a good question, girl." Said a voice.

Emma froze. She knew this voice. Turning around, she saw a man in a black suit leaning against a wall. He had red eyes, just like Emma's. He had long, straight hair; black as night. His skin was paler than snow. Instantly, the girl threw herself down to her knees, bowing her head so low that it was touching the ground.

"M'lord!" She cried. Her body was quaking with fear. The man began to approach her.

"Why have you not made a single move on Wesley, yet?" His voice was quiet but filled with rage. It was like watching a storm form from a far distance.

"I'm sorry sir!" She wailed. She was terrified of this man. "I need-" The man brought his foot down on the girls head, smashing it into the cobblestone at immense force. She screamed, blood was dripping from her head.

"What did you just call me?" He growled, his red eyes narrowing. "SIR?"

He knelt down and lifted her head up by her chin.

"My title is 'Lord'. You will never refer to me as 'sir' again. Do I make myself quite clear?"

"Yes, m'lord." Heaved Emma.

"Good." The man dropped her head, which fell back onto the ground. Then he snapped his fingers, and he was gone. Leaving nothing behind but the bloody girl lying on the wet ground.

***

Emma was still laying on the ground, unconscious and bloody when she was found by Arthur Pendragon. And like the good samaritan he was, he picked her up and brought her back to Camelot castle. He placed the girl gently on a red couch and prepared a cup of tea for himself. When the tea was ready, he sat down on a chair next to the girl and waited for her to wake up.

"Wow!" Arthur exclaimed after he took a sip out of the tea. "This does make you feel fancy. Too bad I don't like the taste." He frowned and threw the cup behind him.

"Huh." Arthur looked over at the spilt tea and shattered cup. "Should have thought that over a bit more."

Arthur waited there for around ten more minutes, and then he saw the girl stirring. Arthur was at the edge of his seat, watching and waiting for the girl to wake up. He was so excited to help her fix up her injuries. Truly, Arthur was a kind person.

"Wha..." Moaned the girl as she pressed her hand to the injury on her head. "Where am I?" She looked around and saw Arthur peering over at her. She was a bit taken back when she released that she was in the presence of the king. Her target's husband.

"I found you unconscious and bleeding on the streets." The king told her. "So I brought you inside." He smiled, happy that he was able to help someone in need.

"Thanks..." Groaned the girl, who was obviously still in pain. She remembered last night. How much pain she endured for not making a move yet.

'Maybe...' She thought. 'Maybe I should use Wesley's husband as a hostage.' She reaches for the dagger that was sheathed in her belt. Her fingers stumbled around, but they didn't feel it.

"Looking for this?" Arthur held up the dagger. He was smiling with pride for having taken the dagger. He realised it was the right move when he saw the look of horror an Emma's face.