Zadison one shots

Destiny

A/N; Read Ballrooms & Princesses + Girls & Galas before this so you're not confused.

Ever since Zoe and Madison had publicly announced their desire to be together, life at French Court began to drastically change. She was with the princess, but she knew that she had to make a choice, and make one fast. Marrying Simon would strengthen her country and have troops lined up to fight in times of peril, and she could take Madison as her mistress, but she knew that the blonde was more than that, which made things more complicated than she originally thought. She was in the garden, reading her bible, when she felt a soft touch on her shoulder, and she could barely contain the smile at the sight of Madison standing behind her, looking strong and healthy in a velvety red dress which she knew she could never pull off.

"You're free to join me if you wish to, Princess." Zoe said in a hushed tone, looking over her shoulder to make sure that they were alone before turning back to the pages of the book she had traced more times than she could count. She was loyal to her religion, and to her Lord, and despite her union with Madison going against all morals she had drilled into her from a young age, she still read and prayed everyday she was able.

"How are you today, Your Grace?" Madison asked, placing her folded hands near her navel, which she had locked away in her mind whenever sleep eluded her whilst she was in her chambers, all alone.

"I'm alright Madison, how are you? You look healthier than the last time we crossed paths with one another." Her words were true, and the blonde bit her lip at the mention of the last time they had been in each others presence, underneath the moonlight in this very garden, their skin shining and promises of forever falling from their lips as their bodies became one.

"Well, the physicians said that I am showing promise of becoming better. I am starting to believe in magic after all." She laughed, and it sounded like the tinkering of bells in the wind, and Zoe decided at that very moment she wanted to hear that noise for the rest of her life, no matter what had to happen to make that possible.

"Magic exists only in fairytales, but who am I to try and make you revert to what I believe?" She questioned, sneaking a peek at Madison before returning back to the Bible in between her hands, flipped open to one of her favorite passages, one she read every night before she slept and every dawn before she started her tedious routines by Simon's side;

1 Peter 4:8; "Be completely humble and gentle; be patient, bearing with one another in love." 

"I only believe in magic, because what else would have brought me to your side, where I am the happiest I have ever been?" Madison countered, shifting closer on the bench so that their legs were touching, and even through the thick and wooly material of her dress, Zoe felt the warmth as if her skin were completely bare. She set down the worn Bible and turned so that she was facing the smaller girl, who licked her lips before leaning forward to capture her lips in a kiss. She was quick to loop her arms around her neck, and before looking just one more time to see if they were alone, they succumbed to their desire, collapsing onto the garden floors in a tangle of limbs and whispered promises.

By the time Zoe had made her way back through the castle and to her chambers, she was met by a sight that certainly surprised her. Her future king, Simon, stood by her vanity, his fingers ghosting over the comb she ran through her locks of hair every morning and every night, and she tried to compose herself before she cleared her throat, alerting him to her presence.

"Is there something that you needed, Simon?" She tried to keep her tone cool, but looking at him sparked an intense and red hot anger inside of her, like a snake coiled to attack at any given moment. He was different from the small and rebellious child she had spent her days with inside these very walls, and it saddened her almost as much as it frustrated her.