born of true love, a foretold savior, emma swan became the personification of darkness in a bid to spare a once rival from another battle with the evil within. now, emma fights that darkness, and what it spurns her to do.
I’m a princess cut from marble, smoother than a storm. And the scars that mark my body, they’re silver and gold. My blood is a flood of rubies, precious stones, it keeps my veins hot, the fire's found a home in me. I move through town, I’m quiet like a fight, and my necklace is of rope, I tie it and untie.