The Courtship of a Queen & Her Knight

Imagine Dragonscales

Pendergast knew that no matter how close he got to Bean or how much time they spent together, when it came to her, Luci, and Elfo, the so-called "gang", he knew that he would always give them space to just be together. They were the Three Amigos, and all that other good trio shit, and he was an outsider who was happy to just see them be happy. From what Pendergast had heard thus far, the three of them had gone on a lot of wacky and harrowing adventures already and he respected that interpersonal history. If he thought about it, he had been on the outskirts as a supporting character in some of their adventures, but certainly not all of them. Maybe, in time, he'd be integrated more into the exclusive group, but he wouldn't be bothered if he wasn't. Let's face it, the knight knew that his ongoing relationship with the queen couldn't last, and he was savouring every moment with her.

Yes... even the parts where he totally fucked up. Like... withholding vital information from her, and stuff, which hadn't been cool. He knew that. He may have been resurrected and had gotten a better body, but he wasn't smarter than before he died.

Besides... he also recognized that he had something special with Bean that trumped anything she'd done with Luci and Elfo. His love for her, sure, but mainly that he'd had sex with her. He'd taken her virginity, and vice versa. So... yeah. He had that going for him. Oh, and then there was the whole saving her from Hell and being her own personal living angel stuff. Can't forget about that.

Moving on... back to the story at hand.

The knight's blood was still running a bit hot from his heated, standing make-out session with the queen, which had been rudely interrupted by Elfo and Luci's arrival. Understandably, there was a bit more pep in his step as he descended the many stairwells of Dreamland Castle. Given the alcohol in his system, Pendergast took his time walking down the halls and stairs, but he was smiling softly to himself. He had made a quick exit to give Bean time to reacquaint with Elfo and Luci, but he had said that he'd return later. It was now night proper and the castle's cool halls were relatively lifeless save for the sporadic guard at their station or a mouse running here or there. He wasn't tired in the slightest and the day's events were still all-too fresh in his mind for the man to even consider sleep.

In the midst of his mindless wanderings, Pendergast paused by a window and his lone eye gazed out into the night to glimpse the moon before it hid its face behind a passing cloud. Standing there alone in the dark, gave the knight a moment of contemplation of the events of the past few days in their entirety. Their trip to Twinkletown Insane Asylum, Bean's near-kidnapping, his and Bean's journey into the Enchanted Forest and their finding of the strange pendant, before them having sex... twice. No, they didn't have it again in the forest after that, but they probably would have tonight if they hadn't been interrupted. With hindsight, it had been a crazy week and what should have been an easy day today ended in disaster.

Specifically? Well Pendergast had been an idiot and failed to inform Bean that her attempted kidnapper, Alva Gunderson, was not only still alive but also being held prisoner in her own dungeons. Bean, understandably, freaked out when she found out. Much to the surprise of Pendergast, Bean freaking out could now also include her casting lightning from her hands and electrocuting people (Alva) to their deaths.

Yeah... note to self: don't piss off Bean.

In Pendergast's past life, admittedly he would've been afraid of Bean and her apparent magic powers. Now though? Well, who the hell was he to judge? He was a living angel, after all, or so he had been told. As far as he knew, he didn't have any magic powers, aside from helping Bean sleep without the Devil affecting her dreams, and... slight stamina and physical boosts, if he was being honest. His personality had also changed a bit, or so the rumours said, but Pendergast saw it that he had gained perspective with having died. Dwelling in Heaven and thwarting the Devil in Hell tended to do that to a person, especially a simple knight like himself.