Imperfect Queen

Too much awkwardness

This is another long chapter...hope you enjoy though!

Agatha knew this would be awkward, but she just couldn't get the magnitude of it. As soon as Tedros opened those doors, Agatha's stomach dropped and invisible weights seemed to tumble onto Agatha's body, making her want to collapse.

It was the definition of true royalty.

Agatha felt overwhelmed. Very, very, overwhelmed.

This chamber could put Agatha's old one to shame. The room was shaped like a hexagon, and it was nearly twice as big as Agatha's old room. The walls were painted a dark shade of red, some paintings of Camelot's beautiful scenery hanging on them. The floors weren't carpeted, they were just polished wood. On one of the corners was a closet, a little bigger than the one in Agatha's previous room. In a one of the walls, there was a wooden door, which Agatha immediately assumed it was a bathroom, or at least she hoped it was. The room also had a balcony attached to it, opposite of the doors. Burgundy curtains hid the alcove from the outside world. It also had a desk, nearly next to the doors; a desk made of fine mahogany. And seeing as it was such a big room, it also had a vanity table, with the characteristic mirror and some drawers; it was placed right next to the windows. Agatha had never seen one this close, though she doubted she would use it. And finally, there was the bed. Like it had happened before, Agatha just wanted to go and lay down in it, with all its covers and pillows. It was even bigger than her previous bed, with multiple pillows in various shades of red, the bedposts were also made of mahogany, and they had intricate carvings in them. Agatha had to admit it was a very fine chamber.

Neither really knew what to do, Agatha still felt strange in Tedros' company, and if it wasn't enough, they needed to share a chamber. And a bed. It was as if they wanted to purposely torture Agatha. Actually, the best thing that could happen to Agatha right at this moment was being swallowed by a hole.

Tedros cleared his throat, and Agatha realized he was speaking to her.

"So... what now?"

Agatha shrugged. "Let's look around... I guess." Her voice was uncharacteristically tiny.

They walked around, examining the room and every detail. Agatha ran her hands through the carvings in the bedposts, feeling the texture in her hands, running her fingers across the lines and the bumps. Tedros, meanwhile, looked through the desk, and he then found a bottle of champagne that had been left there, obviously for them to drink it. To celebrate their marriage.

Of course.

"Seems they actually believe we need this," Tedros said, he gave an unusual roll to his eye.

"They believe we're a typical married couple...Which we're not," Agatha replied, her eyes glued to the walls. She just couldn't bring herself to look at her... husband. She remembered meeting Tedros, looking like the peasant she was, glaring and mocking him. A month later, here she was, in an expensive dress and sharing a room with him. She remembered her words that day, and they suddenly felt sharper:

"I could never love someone like you,"

She had pronounced those words a month ago, fully believing the meaning behind them. But now, their meaning had faltered. Could she? Agatha was unsure if she could even love at all, after all, how could she fall in love?

Agatha did change though. She never noticed how much she was no longer herself, even if she still felt like she was the same girl that came from Gavaldon whose best friend had the best chance of being a princess.

But why was she asking herself this? Agatha shook her head. Maybe she could be friends with Tedros. Maybe that's what it was. They had been through a lot together, after all. Tedros gave her look, thinking she was shaking her head at the