Reclaim Your Crown.... Part Three
A/N: with the change of my URL the links I had saved for the previous installments don’t work. I will update this with links once I’m able to find them, so sorry for any inconvenience.
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It took Dean a week to find his way out of the forests of Blorlave. He was far from his home now, perhaps farther than he had ever been. And he still had so much farther to go. It hadn’t truly hit him until just now, Dean looking down over the rushing waters of the Lantry River below him, how far he had come. And just how alone he truly was.
He wished not for the first time on this journey, that his prince was riding beside him. Sometimes Dean would catch glimpses of the prince in his peripheral. A waving hand. A gentle smile. But it was nothing more than wishful thinking on the guards part.
This was a journey he would take alone. And if he returned he would have the chance to fix things with the prince. There wasn’t much sense in obsessing over it before then. It would only distract him.
Dean packed up his bedroll and put out the fire that had kept him warm last night. It would be his last fire for a while. He was fast approaching enemy lines and he can’t afford to be spotted. He took a quick minute to wash his face in the nearby stream before he donned the colors of the neighboring kingdom and mounted his horse.
He would cross the border into Edowathe tomorrow, but it would be at least another two weeks before he reached the capital.
Dean let his mind wander to blue eyes and honeybees as he followed the path to what would almost certainly be his doom. He wouldn’t let himself admit his love the prince, not even on a dusty forest road completely isolated from judgement and repercussions, but it was there all the same. Dean thought of dreams and could-never-be’s. And he wished not for the first time that Castiel had let him say goodbye.
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“Where are you, Dean?” Castiel muttered to himself, his gaze on the forest surrounding his city. He didn’t expect Dean to come bursting through the gates, victorious. No. It was too soon for that. But a part of him wished for it.
“I’m sure he’s fine, your highness,” a maid said behind him. And Castiel turned away from the window. A knowing smile played on the maids lips. Knowing, but sad. Her heart ached for the prince, for she knew what it was like to be without a love. “Give it another month and he’ll come bursting through that door. I guarantee it.”
The prince shook his head. “What if he doesn’t? I didn’t even see him off…”
The maid paused. A sheet crumpled between her hands. “We all have things that we regret, your highness. Words left unspoken. Gestures unmade. But your guard will return and you can set things right again.”
“I hope you’re right, Eliza.”
Guilt poured off the prince in waves. He had let Dean go without even a goodbye. And Castiel wasn’t ignorant of the fact that Dean might not ever return. That he might not ever get the chance to set things right.
“I am.”
But Dean Winchester didn’t return in a month. He didn’t return in two. Or three. And the war between kingdoms waged on. And Castiel lost another brother. And he forced himself to accept the worst. That his love was never returning.
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