summary: “If you would have told Princess Emma that she would
be arranged to marry so soon after her heart broke straight in two
halves by another man, a man with far less kindness in his eyes and
warmth in his tone, she would have called you insane.” lieutenant
duckling au featuring the arranged marriage trope
Emma wakes slowly on the last morning she has in the bubble
of her honeymoon and she doesn’t want to get up from the cot in the captain’s
quarters. It’s comfortable, wrapped up in blankets, warm light pouring into the
room through the windows above her head.
Her husband is beside her, his chest rising and falling
slowly, his eyes still closed. His arm holds her to him and she smiles a
little, closing the space between them.