She was his wife now. He couldn’t stop beaming at her, as she smiled and twirled and glowed with happiness.
Captain Hook, a married man. Married to the Savior no less, but even so: married.
He recalled the days when he pined after this woman, wondering if she might ever see him as something more than just a pirate.
Only in his most wondrous dreams did he ever think she would be his wife.
He stared at the ring on his hand. Somehow, the curse had left it untouched.
A wedding band. His wedding band.
It had been real. No curse could take that from him.
But it could take something else from him: his wife.
Climbing the beanstalk without his wife was eerie.
Bloody hell, he’d been teasing her at the time, hoping to unsettle her enough to get her to reveal more information about herself. The more he understood her, the better he could use her.
You never forget your first. How little he’d realized how much that would come to mean.
Last he’d been here, she’d been a reluctant ally who had, hours earlier, been fully prepared to let him die at the hands of ogres.
Now, she was his wife.
He was about to see his wife die.
There had been a small glimmer of hope this whole time, that she could defeat prophecy and visions as surely as she’d defeated so much darkness before.
But not now. She’d tossed aside her sword. Gideon was going to run her through, while the rest of them just watched.
While he just watched.
Watched as someone killed his wife.
His wife lay in his arms, with her head on his chest. He stared down at her left hand, which rested on top of his right; they’d found her rings in the little ring dish in the bathroom, much to her relief.
He was lying in bed with his wife. He chuckled weakly.
“What?” she asked.
“You’re my wife.”
She laughed gently. “Yeah, I know. And you’re my husband.”