Sherlock Imagines

Start A War (Wolf, Sir Part II)

One- I was writing this and kinda just legit thought of this song, but it's not necessarily a songfic. Thank you! And yes, I had to choose an UT video... IM SORRY MARK!
Two- All of you really need to thank brokentealsong without her, you'd be waiting another few days- AT LEAST!
(Also, if enough people ask, I will be doing a Part III with James' wedding)

It'd taken him only two years to overthrow some of the biggest kingdoms that were close enough in proximity to keep an eye on Mycroft's Kingdom, but far enough away, as to not attract said King's attention. Technically, all he had done was claim his rightful place on the throne of a rather far away kingdom, then began overthrowing others, until he was ready to seek vengeance. There was but one reason he previously never'd claimed his crown, and that was so he could freely continue following his heart, and seeing his beloved. His only true hope was that you hadn't forgotten him.
You blamed yourself for what happened. Your father told you James was hanged, drawn, and quartered in one of the nearby lordships, closer to Mycroft's castle. With your love dead, there wasn't any point in stalling your's and Sir William's wedding, however, they gave you several moons to cope. Troubles had been that you never did. A few times, you were found to be nearly in the act of joining your lost love. Always stopped, of course. You were very lucky they didn't decide to immediate the ceremony on these occasions, actually. But two years had now grown full, and they would wait no longer. You were to be wed before the moon became nigh. You felt as if you were betraying James' legacy, what little he had, to marry the knight, but it wasn't your decision to make. So, you let the handmaidens see to your whims, and prepare the fair dress for the momentous occasion. The only chatter on the silent echoed streets was that of the wedding. But, the whispers were what intrigued you. Whispers of a nearby king, who had been quick to rise, was set on the downfall of your kingdom. It was rumored to be his only, and very next, target. This, was to be war.
Mycroft had heard of the plans to destroy his empire much too late. In an attempt to postpone the attack, he moved the wedding celebration up. Traditionally, such a momentous and joyous occasion would stall such an attack, at least giving him time to form a defense brigade. Alas, he'd have no such luck, because when the news reached James, he was positively stricken with such a fiery rage, he nearly sent his army out that very moment. Yet, he forced himself to wait but a few more days. He wanted to rip them apart for separating him from his beloved y/n. The day of the ceremony, he planned on attacking, and making his way inwards toward the castle, until he could strut into the ceremony, and take back the maiden who he, no doubt, he would be taking as his bride. So, for now, the only thing he could do was wait, and play every memory he had of you through his mind.

The dress was raven blue, and threaded with the finest silver. Your hair was in a layered braid with blue orchids strewn artfully throughout the braid. The abundance of silver was actually quite alarming, to speak the truth. But as they primed your skin to make it a shade lighter, because as the old saying went; pale is pretty. (IM JUST MENTIONING THAT I DO NOT PERSONALLY BELIEVE THIS, ITS AN ACTUAL BELIEF FROM THE TIME PERIOD, AND A COMMON PRACTICE). This marriage ceremony was not meant for you and Sir William. No. this was something that should be off of love and trust, something for you and your James to share. Alas though, he had been torn apart, all because he truly loved you. Guilt flowed through you, replacing the red liquid in your veins with its damper grey, and you could only wish for the sweet release of death to befall you. The entire kingdom was transformed for the event, and you swore every person in said land was attending. Except those with military experience, of course. They were assembling a proper defense against the rivaling kingdom. Not that they would attack before the morrow, that was very against tradition. Sir William stood waiting in his full armor, even with his blade buckled on his hip. It was a show of his status, and therefore the status you were to now be a part of. The ceremony began, you looking stoic as you tried to hold back tears at every whisper about you.
"Isn't she the girl who loved that lowest of thief?"
"She is greatly lucky the Sir is allowing her to redeem herself in such an honorable way."
And many others echoed through the courtyard. Through the music's loud blare; no one heard the screams of attack echoing just past the gate that was cutting the promised from the plagued. The people attending were those with status and virtue, and no commoner would be allowed to urchin in and ruin the festivities. The high priest held the cups in front of both you and the young knight, expecting you to take the silver grails, so he could forever bind your destinies into one. Just as your hand reached out for the cup, the gates folded in on themselves, and warriors flooded the area. Sir William pulled his sword, and pulled you behind him. On a dark black steed, draped in emerald silks, sparkling silver steel armor, and the look was laced with black. But- you weren't afraid. You didn't know this sir, who was likely here to pillage and murder your kingdom, yet you couldn't bring yourself to fear him. Once his men had turned the rival force to no more than a dissipated attempt at protection, the dark knight (no pun intended) dropped from his horse, looking every bit as powerful as the thousands of soldiers who'd followed him in. His walk sent quakes through the ground, that echoed through the people, as they pulled wives and children closer. He was heading straight towards you and Sir William, drawing his blade, appearing to sharpen it as he did so. Despite the intimidating look of the man, the knight in front of you didn't waver, instead, he challenged the larger man.
"What knight defiles such a sacred ceremony such as this? Have you no sense of honour?" Even through the heavy helmet, one could tell the opponent was glaring at the knight, in such a way, the only assumption was that he wanted to feed the Sir to the wolves.
"None, that I know of. I am no knight, Sir William." The name was spat by an all too familiar accent, and you swore your heart pulled back together.
"But, I as a king, would." His hand gripped the helmet's edge, before shedding it, and handing it to a serf. Sir William couldn't look anymore surprised if he tried, but James looked more than pleased with the reactions to him. The moment your shaky gasp surfaced, his attention turned to you, eyes softening to the delicateness of rose petals, and you flew into his arms.
"O! My dearest James! Lord told I thy had passed! But here thou are, alive and in front of me!" Tears were already stinging your eyes, and just the sight of your love was enough to set your heart aflame. He had great difficulty enveloping you in his arms with his heavy armor on, but he refused to wait even another moment. While the knight you were intended to marry was blocked away from attacking the rivaling king, he pulled slightly aback to look you in the eyes.
"My love, I asked thou once before, yet I'll hesitate naught to ask thee again. Run away with I back to my home lands? I hath started this war, if only for thou's love, and thy hand, cometh with me. Be I's queen. I's war is only in name of thy cupid's will. I shan't ever give up, unless thou telleth me to forget. Run away with I back to my home lands, let our hearts forever be together and forget this horrid place?" His head leaned in, lips brushing your's as his next line was spoke, "Be my queen, my everything?" His words were truer than any ever spoken, and his heart guided him through darkness and death, desperate only to return to you. The smile you wore with pride, his answer slipping easily off your tongue.
"My James, thou could be a slave, or beggar, thief as dou once were, and I still would follow thee to the ends of this world. For, my love, I fear a fate without thou is a destiny most wretch'd." And with no other things to say, and your love, James, returned to you, the only thing left for both to do was make up for all the time lost, when you believed him to be dead.