The Royal Wedding

How One Forgets Trauma

a/n ehem...beware

The decision to return to Camelot was a rough one, lasting long into the early morning as the rest of the emergency tents were pitched in the ashes of Camelon. Tedros was still shaken up, refusing to sleep anywhere next to where the cottage had burned down and made sure their tent was as far away from anything that could catch fire should a spark still be present. Agatha agreed with him, also wanting to be away from the fire and both remained wary when the campfire was sparked.

Going off of three hours of sleep, they packed up camp and prepared to head back to the safety of Camelot for any discussion of war that would be waged on the enemy of the year. After being secured in the carriage, both royals tried valiantly to complete duties before dozing off and waking when the St. David's home was reached. Exiting the carriage and looking upon the mansion, both knew of what was going to happen and from the pointed expression of Chaddick and Sophie, most of the brigade did as well.

They were married and in love, so they didn't really care anymore.

If they would be left alone after thinking the other died, then let people think.

So as soon as they crossed the threshold of room that was given to them, the door was locked and hands were in hair and on waists. Neither said anything as lips sought each other out, the clasp of sword belts being undone as the swords of royalty crashed to the ground. Agatha said nothing as Tedros began to unbutton her blouse, pressing his lips to the skin that slowly became available, her own hands working on his belt as the articles of clothing continued to join the swords on the floor.

"I thought I lost you." Tedros said softly, pressing a kiss to her ear as he raised his arms, letting her pull his shirt off. "I thought that you were gone--that a war had taken you from me." He continued, pressing a kiss to her lips as he continued to pull at the strings of her corset.

"It's going to take more than a little fire to kill me." Agatha whispered in return, smiling as she batted his hands away to pull the strings faster. "Especially when I'm surrounded by enough witches for a séance." She yanked the strings out and let herself be kissed once more, aware that there had been far to much talking in the past day and a half and all they really needed was each other, as that's what near-death experiences brought with them when you were anxious and in love. 

"I wish you would never die." Tedros breathed, looking at her; framing his hands around her face. "You can't die." He said seriously, although it was hard to take him that seriously with his flushed face and bruised lips, shirtless while she was fueled with the desire to be with him. She wasn't exactly in the mood for deep conversation, but something in his eyes made her heart ache, a desperate fear and sadness rushing through the crystalline blue; an impending storm.

"You can't leave me either." She whispered, opening up to her own fear. It was a pestering reminder; the idea that in another life, she could've lost him to a beheading or worse, sickness. She closed her eyes, bringing her forehead to his as they both breathed silently, resting in the tension as they clung to each other and made promises they knew the other couldn't keep.

It was only a moment though a moment where they were faced with the darkness of the world until it became to much to bear and then they were kissing again, scared once more that the other was missing or would disappear without any trace. She pulled him impossibly closer as they stood in the middle of the darkened room until they began to move, Tedros guiding her to a bed as they both leant into the (more acceptable) passions of the night.

The next morning brought with it the chill of early fall. She shivered slightly, rolling more into the heat source of the bed, aware of the soft laugh that came from it. She opened her eyes, smiling when she saw Tedros watching her, blue eyes bright against the grey light of the pale dawn. She closed her eyes once more, basking in the silence that she wasn't often blessed with. She heard Tedros' sigh, one of contentment instead of annoyance.