Amica Mea
Notes:
Angst. Artemisia First Person POV, Canon-Divergence before First Contact (Tagging for spoilers just in case)
My other Artephelia Fics: 1, 2, 3, 4 <here>
I think I'm in love with Ophelia.
I realize this as she lies fast asleep on perhaps the last bed we'll share. Her long red hair rises and falls with her every breath, cascading through her pale skin. The blankets cover her, as if the world shouldn't be seeing the bare skin of a goddess. I tuck a strand of her wavy hair behind her ear so I can better see her face, her lips.
She's beautiful. So very beautiful, capable and charming. Gods help me. I'd wanted to kiss her since I first saw her.
The journey through Cordis, Desmontis and Spadia had been incredibly taxing on my body, but she's there. Ophelia had always been there for me. Even in the moments where Langley had already woken up. She had no reason to spend time with me by the fire but she's always there.
Soon, she wouldn't be.
Today is the day we split apart to cover more ground. Today, She and Langley would be going to Clavaria to delegate with the royals. Today, I'll go alone with an unconscious Alexander to Dechliant's central island to anticipate the rest of the surface world. Soon, I'll have to leave too. I have my own succession to honor, after all. Such is the nature of royalty. We have our own nations to rule and our own responsibilities to our people.
Despite myself, I caress her cheek. My heart aches with an insatiable longing. I'm in love with Ophelia. And there's nothing I can do about it. Even the Sun has places where she cannot reach.











