Grace and Olympia (lesbian story)

Falling

The next morning my mother looked completely shocked to see me and Olympia eating breakfast together. She thought that if she ignored the problem it would disappear, at least that was what she proceeded to do from then on. I was expecting Olympia to be uncomfortable by the looks of my mother, but she looked quite amused. She had stayed in my room that night and we lost track of time while we talked non stop.  I found out that where she came from, people were a lot more progressive and accepting than in my kingdom and that's why her parents found it normal that she'd marry a woman. She had three sisters and two brothers but she was the older out of all of them, she loved to read, write, sing and talked perfect french. How could a girl be so perfect. As the night went on and her eyes grew tired I could see a fragile beauty in her. I wondered how it was possible that a perfect girl like her had just showed up at my doorstep waiting to marry me. But truly it hadn't been her choice, her parents had sent her here and forced her to get married. Maybe she even hated me for being the reason she was being forced into this. I certainly would had it been my case. And if that was true I couldn't fall in love with her. Not if she was going to disappear, just like Emma did.
But I couldn't help but let my mind wonder on the what if's, even if only for a second. Considering her complexion and personality, I considered not falling in love with right away a sucess.
We became really close, we'd spend evenings talking and discussing our favorite books and songs and she even tried to teach me french once (which, obviously went terribly). But one day we got into a silly argument about a book, so she took me to the library. It was my favorite room in the entire castle. Tall walls decorated with floral patterns and a high ceiling that formed an arch, it was filled to the brim with beautiful books in bold, gold covers. As you entered the room it was impossible to resist the urge to lose yourself in all those different worlds. I looked at her, while she tried to find the book we were discussing and she looked so truly happy to be there. That made my heart skip a beat as I wondered what it meant. Maybe she really didn't hate me. That simple fact made me realize something. I liked her. I like liked her. I promised myself this wouldn't happened, yet there I was feeling completely breathless by looking at her.
She looked back at me and seeing that I was staring asked "What? What is it?"
I didn't say anything, I simply gestured her to come near me and when she did, I looked into her eyes and kissed her. To my relief she kissed me back, and then time seemed to stop and it was just me and her existing together for that moment. In her arms I felt so safe and for the first time in a long time I felt happy.
We stayed like that for a couple of minutes, until we had to go to dinner.