She [Pokemon One-shot]

She

Sir Viktor Leonhart set his silver hues on a young woman sitting on the grass of the garden. Her brown hair was swept to the side by a gentle wind. She was laughing at the unsuccessful prank her Lucario had tried to pull on her Swampert. Her right hand rested on the Froslass resting next to her. A Skarmory flew past Viktor's window and landed next to his wife.

It had been little more than a year since Vivian had become his wife yet they barely uttered a word to each other. Viktor had always tried his best to please her. He had given Vivian all the material things she could ever wish for, she received them without a word but left them untouched. However, whenever he tried to reach for her on an emotional level, Vivian would immediately raise her mental defenses and enlarge the gap between them.

Viktor caught sight of his reflection on the window : a slightly tanned man with slacked back raven-black hair wearing a black military uniform. The man looked tired and sorrowful. Viktor looked away. He turned around and leaned against the window. His gaze trailed over his study; it was well organized and in order. The young lord would have liked to say the same about his feelings. He knew Vivian did not love him. She respected him but she did not return his feelings.

What had he expected?

It was an arranged wedding; a relationship in which he was the only one in love and to which Vivian's family had been more than happy and ready to agree. Unlike her siblings, Vivian was not loved by her parents. She was sent to train to become a soldier. She succeeded and became one of the best, fighting along Sir Aaron's side; along his side. Vivian never said a word about her family and Viktor did not dare to force her to. He tried to growing closer to Vivian, to become at the very least someone she would talk to, become her friend. But with war looming over Rota, things seldom went right.

Viktor felt a tug on his sleeve snapping him out of his thoughts. He glanced down. His Zangoose looked up at him.

" Zan? " the Pokémon asked feeling worried. Viktor bent down to hug Zangoose. " I'm fine. Don't worry." he lied, " it's almost time. Let's go. "

~~

Viktor stepped on the grass. Zangoose walked by his side. Vivian, who had been singing happily, whipped her head in his direction. Her Pokémon stilled. Vivian felt silent as she saw him, her smile faded away, her emerald eyes as well as her face became devoid from all emotions.

Viktor stopped dead in his tracks. His heart grew heavy. He felt like he could throw himself into the Distortion World. Vivian slowly stood up. Her long-sleeved beige dress hovered a few inches above the grass. She wore a beige fabric head-band and black low-heeled ballerinas. Silence reigned between them. Viktor's gaze softened.

" Good morning, Vivian. " He said smiling sadly.

" My Lord. " Vivian replied in a soft yet cold voice. Grabbing the sides of her dress, she greeted her husband with a small bow.

" I would like you to join me for lunch. " Viktor said. Even though they did not communicate much Viktor always tried to at least have one meal per day together with his wife.

" It will be as you wish, my lord. " the young woman answered.

Viktor's body moved on it's own. ' She is a warrior. ' he thought, ' and by marrying her I am keeping her from fulfilling her duty. I thought I was giving her a home but it feels like I've stripped her from something very precious instead. '

" Zan-goose! " Zangoose exclaimed noticing Viktor closing the distance between his wife with large strides. Vivian's team took a few steps back. The brunette's eyes widened as she felt Viktor's gloved hand caressing her cheek. She flinched from the contact startling her husband out of his trance. Realising his mistake, the Knight of Cameran quickly slid his arm to his side.

" My apologies. " he mumbled looking away.

" N-No, it's...fine... " Vivian muttered growing an interest in her ballerinas.

" Then... I'll see you in ten minutes..." Viktor said walking way. He fought back the urge of running back to the manor.

~~

Vivian was struggling with her meat.

' I can cut down any enemy yet I struggle with a piece of meat. Just how pathetic- Peridot! '

Vivian glanced at Peridot. The maid was pouring Viktor's wine. Vivian looked at the older woman pleading silently for help.

Peridot would not be able to help the young Madam in the presence of the master. The head maid walked out of the room feeling Vivian's pleading gaze on her back. Vivian sighed resuming her fight against the tough meat.

" Let me. " Viktor said.

Vivian obeyed lifting her knife and fork out of the way. A second knife sliced the meat with only one smooth cut. Vivian stared at Viktor in awe. He smiled.

" Don't hesitate to ask for my help. I'm willing to do anything for your sake. Even defying Arceus. "

Vivian looked away, knowing what he meant.

~~

The sky was covered by an opaque blanket of dark clouds. It was in Rota, on their land that the war was raging and they would defend it till their last breath.

Viktor, sword at his hips and ready for battle waited anxiously together with ten thousand infantry soldiers and their Pokemon among the mountainous landscape of the valley. Zangoose, Lucario and Froslass stood by his side. Skarmory soared through the sky eyeing the enemy's progress. They waited to ambush the enemy. Viktor glanced to his right.

A few meters away, Vivian stood on the edge of a slope together with Swampert. She had switched her beige dress for a long left open black coat over a white shirt and black pants. Her hair was tied up in a Ponyta tail. Her hand rested on the hilt of her sword.

Vivian met his gaze and held it. Viktor's hues widened as he saw his beloved's lips curl up into a smile. A hint of happiness flashed through her eyes which blazed with determination.

Viktor finally understood. He finally understood why she had been so cold towards him. He nodded to her as he felt some sort of mutual understanding pass through both of them.

He had snatched Vivian from her home but had now brought her back to it. The young lord smiled to himself. He knew something between his wife and himself had changed within those mere seconds their eyes met.

He had brought her back home; for the battlefield was her home.

-The End-

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