Born from Good's most respected Dean, you were expected to shine at the School for Good-and thanks to Clarissa Dovey herself, admission was the easy part.
Surviving the story is another.
With Agatha and Sophie never entering the tale, the spotlight...
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You had finally healed. Thanks to a couple of potions, magic spells and a lot of sleep. No you could finally start your classes.
You examined your schedule, and compared it with Tedros's.
"Teddy, we have forest groups, history and etiquette together. Did you see that." The two of you were caught in a conversation as you prepared for your first week of classes. You laid out your outfits and picked through them.
You had settled for a white mermaid type dress with a fur coat since the blue forest was so cold. Topped with chunky heels. "Darling blue tie or white tie" he stopped and stared at you. Then continued on with his speech about his ties.
He kept making slight looks in your direction. Staring and not staring. Longing for you, but holding back. These next few weeks of school would be hell. He wasn't able to touch you anymore.
God he just couldn't shake the feeling of your body against his when the two of you slept together. Or how you grabbed onto his shoulders as your mother tended to your wounds.
He couldn't shake the feeling that you had met before. And that all of the things you did felt familiar. He'd taken trips to Foxwood growing up and after Merlin had left he spent all his time there getting away from his father and searching for his mother. He had learned Foxwood.
And you- you weren't like the rest of them. You weren't brash and overconfident in yourself. You were quiet and reserved, and you lashed out at anyone. Not caring who they were.
Just like how you did when the two of you had first met.
You picked at his tie, putting it on properly and leading him out of the bedroom. The two of you tidied up yourselves and walked down the hallway. He smiled the entire time, no girl had ever treated him like that. No one ever treated him like he was a real person. But you did.
Even if he didn't truely know where you came from, or what happened in your past. He would still wait until the end of time for you.
"Tedros, sword training is there, where are you going?" He chuckled "I'm walking you to class my love" you smiled and hid behind your hair. He grinned proudly, at all the jealous stares of boys who wanted you but we're now unable to have you.
"Teddy, this is my class. I'll see you in etiquette, okay"
He placed a kiss on your hand and started on his way to class. You blushed like a mad man. Once you had situated yourself, you sat in your seat and placed your coat on the back of your seat before grabbing your pocket mirror to fix your hair. Since a few curls had come loose.
Beatrix looked at you and then in her mirror at herself. What did Tedros see in you? Was it because you were pretty? She was pretty! Was it because you caught his rose, it was supposed to be hers. She was supposed to catch that rose, she was supposed to be his queen.
