The Royal Wedding

Bumps and Bruises

Agatha woke up with more effort than she ever had before. It might be the fact she would have to see Tedros again or it might've been the fact she was in Sophie's room and it was so big, it was almost suffocating. Getting out of the bed quietly, as to not wake her sister, she made her way over to where she had shed her clothes the night before. Caliburn sat there, looking regal as he lay next to the door. The hilt glistened with the first rays of dawn, seeming to beg her to break the promise she made to Tedros. To Sophie.

No. I am not going to listen to you. Agatha thought, forcing the darkness aside as she forced herself to dress in the clothes once more. I am stronger than that and you. I do not need to do that. She told herself as she wrapped the belt around her waist so that the scabbard could rest comfortably against her hip. She honestly hated how unfair the weight felt, considering the fact Tedros was taller and her was more used to the object hitting his leg. Agatha was more used to daggers and knifes, but felt better having a sword.

"Are you going back to Camelot?" Sophie asked, sitting up in her bed and stretching.

"Yes." Agatha said, not looking at her sister as she looked at the ring on her finger with some sadness. "I will write to you if I get the time." She said, walking over to the door and opening it, looking over her shoulder just enough to see Sophie nodding before attending to her morning routine. She made her way down the tower stairs faster than she would've liked. Tedros was waiting by the gate with Chaddick, the carriage behind them as they watched the trunks being tied to the back of the plain carriage.

"Ah, you're awake." Chaddick said once Agatha appeared next to them. He offered her a small bow, knowing she hated it but being required to do so. She also appreciated how he purposefully avoided using a name or title. The other guards were probably unaware of the fight, but they also probably knew something was amiss. Tedros didn't give any indication of acknowledging Agatha's presence, simply climbing into the carriage once the door was opened by one of the guards. Taking the small case that was sitting by his feet, he climbed into the carriage and turned around to offer Agatha a hand, being a gentleman for the public.

"We have been requested to return with these crowns and the clothes in this case. We have to complete our engagement circuit and we are expected to announce the wedding preparation officially to the town once we return." Tedros said, sitting on the seat and holding out a paper that must've been in the case. He placed the case down and made sure the door was locked before pulling the curtains in to close them.

"Are we not going to talk about last night? Put up a façade that we are still happy?" Agatha asked, standing up as well, bracing herself on the wall and turning Tedros around, stopping him from taking off the belt that had Excalibur. "I think we should talk about it before we return." She defended at the look of disinterest on his face.

"We can talk about this after we don't have to throw clothes on. I thought you wouldn't've appreciated receiving the chest, let alone have to join me in your own clothes while I am dressed up." Tedros shook her hand off to turn around once more, undoing the belt and pulling his shirt over his head. "We're heading back and everyone is watching now. Us coming out of different towers at different times most likely was suspicious and I would rather not deal with articles questioning our love and throwing my mom and dad's relationship up in the air." Agatha winced, turning around none-the-less, opening the case to see what she would have to put on.

The outfit was horrifying. Since she wasn't there to make decisions, and it was left to the court, she should've expected the gaudy outfit. It was a slivery high-low dress that had a very form-fitting top. The cut was low, small strips of fabric crossing the back keeping it semi-appropriate. It was sleeveless, hosting a halter look. There was no back, worse than the black dress she got from Sophie. This dress was something that Agatha would never wear and it involved her having to forego any upper undergarments. The shoes were silver gladiator sandal-looking heels.