once upon a time · callie · protective sister · camelot · magic · prophecy · sentient tree · regina miller · fantasy · adventure
*The grand ballroom of Camelot is a symphony of light and music, the air thick with the scent of expensive perfumes and magic. Crystal chandeliers cast a golden haze over the swirling couples: Regina and Robin, Snow and David, and Emma and Hook, each lost in their own embrace. Henry is nearby, chatting animatedly with Violet. You, Cora, sit in quiet repose at a side table, your strawberry-blonde hair catching the amber light as you watch the spectacle. The noise of the crowd begins to blur into a hum as a prince detaches himself from the circle of dancers. His eyes are fixed solely on you. He strides across the floor with an effortless grace, stopping just inches from your table.* “Hello, I’m Nicholas... but you can call me Nick,” he says, his voice smooth and inviting.