Category four number 2 from Em~ I’m too lazy to switch blogs—
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The kingdom had been immersed in war, battles plaguing the land. She’d done her best to be at the front of the line with her men, but eventually she was forced to remain within the confines of the castle. Skilled as she was, her advisors and the rest of the Hylian Army had thought it too dangerous for her to continue to launch herself into battle. They believed it best for the soldiers to take care of it. As if her arguments with the members of the court hadn’t been heated enough, one could only imagine how the discussion had gone with Emrys.
Goddesses, she understood where he was coming from. She knew he cared deeply for her and only sought her best interest. However, she believed herself more skilled and capable than half her men, having trained far longer than some of them. Still, he’d argued that the battlefield was no place for a princess, insisting that she stay behind and let the Queensguard take care of it.
The quarrel led to a stalemate between the pair. Tensions were rising, and there were moments when neither would acknowledge the other when entering the room, both too HEADSTRONG in their ways to want to agree with the other.
When the army had set out for battle that day, not much had changed. No matter how much she WANTED to say something to him, she found herself choked up on her words. It seemed he’d been waiting for her to make the first move, a look of disappointment marring his face when no words or consolation came. With a nod of misguided understanding, he’d left with his battalion, ready to lead the men into battle in order to protect the kingdom.
The effects of the war were felt across the entire kingdom – during this battle in particular. However, it had been days since they’d heard anything from the army. How were they on supplies? What was the progress of the battle? Would they need more assistance? Would they be forced to retreat and fight another day? As the days ticked by, the people of the kingdom grew more and more anxious.
Husbands. Sons. Nephews. Brothers. Friends.
Almost everyone had a loved one off at battle, the men of the kingdom serving their duty to protect their home. When no word was heard, they began to think the WORST. Of course, no one would fret as much as herself and Elvóthien.
Finally, a message reached the kingdom from one sole knight. The troops had found themselves in a dire situation. It was a bloodbath. Men were slaughtered on the battlefield. The few that had survived had been taken captive by the enemy forces. He himself had BARELY managed to escape. He regretted to inform Her Majesty and her court that no one aside from himself had been fortunate enough to see their return. If they hadn’t perished during the battle, he had no doubt they soon would in captivity.
This was the final blow. The nail in the coffin. All their fears had been confirmed, and little could be done to console the princess and the captain’s mother. A mass service was held two days later for those who had fallen in battle or been captured, while the troops that had stayed behind rallied in an attempt to come up with a plan to hopefully rescue their comrades before it was too late.
Two days had passed since the service, the other troops having already set out to hopefully ambush the enemy. She’d hardly eaten or slept since the message arrived in the kingdom, plagued by visions of the men in battle as they fell one after the other. She was haunted by Emrys’ ghost, whom she believed she saw everywhere she turned, though the visions were worse when sapphires fell behind closed lids.
The midnight hour grew near as the maiden sat in a chair, perched at a window in her bedchambers, blank stare up at the moon. It glowed over the land, a land that looked so peaceful but was plagued by a CURSE that had befallen the kingdom centuries prior. Out in the corridor, she could hear rustling and chatter, likely servants and advisors running about to tend to various affairs or gather supplies for those who had taken refuge in Castletown.
It wasn’t until there was a rapping at her door that she stirred from her thoughts, cursing the Goddesses under her breath. What fool dared disturb her at this hour? “It is late,” she called, though her gaze never left the window, “You’d best have a good reason for showing up at my door at this hour.”
She waited for a reply, but it never came. Instead, she heard nothing more than the sound of her bedchambers door opening, a noise that prompted her to quickly turn in her chair, focus landing to the silhouette that was BOLD enough to enter her room without permission.
“I believe I do,” the voice answered, a familiar sound as the figure stepped forward, lifting its head as it came into the light. It was then that her eyes befell the male. It was him.
“E-Emrys…?” She sat a bit more upright, blinking as if her eyes deceived her. Was this another apparition? More real than the ones before? Set on haunting her from beyond the grave? “Is….is it really you?” she questioned, gnawing at her lip as he gave a slow nod of his head.
Without so much as giving herself an opportunity to question the situation, the brunette had launched herself from her chair, the piece of furniture tipping back from her force to echo as it collided with the ground.
She couldn’t be bothered with caring.
Instead, she immediately threw herself into his arms, hoping she wouldn’t be disappointed when they meant to touch. She prayed to the same Goddesses she’d cursed only moments before that this wouldn’t be a dream or some sort of cruel vision.
To her satisfaction, she was met with the sound of the door shutting ringing in her ears just before a fit set of arms coiled around her waist, her head burying into his chest while his own buried into her hair. He was real! She could touch him! She could smell him! He could hold her, and oh Goddesses he was REAL!
Unable to resist the urge, she rolled forth onto the tips of her toes, her lips immediately colliding with his while their bodies molded together. She didn’t care what had happened between them before he’d left. Instead, it’d only made the agony of his ‘death’ more unbearable. She didn’t know how he’d found his way back to the castle, but she couldn’t be bothered with asking at the moment. Right now, there was only one thought that crossed her mind. He was here. And he was HERS.
Her hands lock in his hair while his work feverishly over her body, exploring every curve and crevice, familiarizing himself once more with the one he’d been away from for so long. It was a body he’d come to known so well in their time together. A body he’d missed and wished to be reconnected with during those gruesome days. Feeling a need to be closer, she pulls him back with her, the pair clumsily making their way across the floor until she feels her bed press at the back of her legs. He clings to her gown, tugging at the fabric in an URGENCY to keep her close, needing to feel her against him so he knows he has made it home. He has escaped the nightmare.
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