Luna
Laughter filled their camp as the fire roared beside the trio. Sat near a merchant encampment after their battle, they had decided to settle in and rest. There was still so much of Liurnia to explore before they finally could make way for the academy and hopefully earn an audience with the queen.
The knight took a hefty bite of a prawn from the pile they had bought from a friendly man who seemed to really just want to fish and cook his food for those who enjoyed a good meal. The taste instantly brought thoughts of her wife back home and how her cooking was full of similar flavors. A lady born to a very different world than her own.
"So... I am sure you have a head wife." Marika suddenly asked after a long sip from her mug.
"Heh. Yes. In fact, that would be my queen." The knight bashfully scratched her cheek.
"Ohhhh, come now, tell us of this lady!" Blaidd soon added.
The knight looked at her ward, her golden queen. The lady's eyes glistened, still full of thia growing affection they shared. It calmed the knight's heart and sparked a candle of hope inside her.
"Well, she is an artist. She used to help mark warriors of stories of their many battles, but the weight of so many burdens grew too heavy. Now, she helps people maintain cherished toys from their childhood." The knight's face was aglow while speaking of this woman.
Marika's smile broadened as she listened. "She sounds rather fantastic."
"Oh yes, but no pushover!"
"That right?" Blaidd added.
"Ohhhh no. From her homeland, there are those who will speak in twin tongues. Should fury take her, she will forget our common and speak in a tongue so deeply assionate. It inspires as much terror as romance.." the knight sighed dreamily, leaning against her hand gently.
"Sounds like a fine woman indeed, Sister." Raising his mug, the wolfman smiled to the knight.
"Ay, and a better woman than I deserve. We have built quite the family back home." The knight raised her mug in kind before the three all took a drink.
"Perhaps a family we can see, someday?" The golden queen smiled to the knight as a bit of foam sat on her upper lip.
Trying to stifle a giggle, the knight held a hand to her mouth. Marika quickly looked confused and then blushed. "Ohhhh!" Quickly wiping her lip off as Blaidd laughed before swatting at the now falling over knight as laughter quickly took hold of her senses. "You two have no senae of decorum." As she crossed her arms.
"S-says the lady sat l-like a pouting princess!" The knight interjected, resulting in a steamy blush from the gilded queen.
"Well, at least I know how to talk to a proper lady." Turning to the side with her arms crossed and blushing face turned aside with a rather undignified harumph.
"Oh, my sincerest apologies," as the knight moved and knelt before Marika, flush faced and smiling like a fool as she gently took the blushing queens hand, "A knight need not forget her place, beside her maiden." Slowly kissing the ring finger of her right hand.
The knight saw the queen's gorgeous golden eyes seem to glisten and sparkle. She had always hated gold. It was a dull and frustrating color that more often consumed the whole of an outfits draw. Yet, that was not the kind of gold she saw now.
This was gentle and soft. It glowed ever so lightly as if lit by starlight from behind, and it swirled about like a gentle stream of golden light. The way they would seem to grow even brighter as Marika seemed to feel intensely. Excitement, fury, and joy, they all illuminated these glistening golden orbs. The way her pale cheeks would flush, and a little dimple would form whenever she would smile or scrunch up her nose.
The queen's eyes glowed a moment longer before looking away. The loud slurp of Blaidd eating prawn suddenly killed the moment, and they both turned to stare at the wolfman as he froze like a dog with his mouth on the shoe.
"... What? It was just gettin to the best part." He slurped again, that goofy honest face instantly melting any frustration the two may have had as both statt to chuckle. The knight spared a glance as Marika smiled at the wolfman, her own face slowly slipping into a light smile of her own.
Moving to sit back down, she settled in and poured herself a fresh mug. "To our future glory," the knight raised her mug in toast as the two joined in, repeating her cheer, "and cool nights shared with good company." Before taking a long swig of her drink, and felt the stars begin to fade.
....
Marika
The queen slowly parted the tent with a stumbling foot as she looked down at her knight. Asleep and cuddling the sword she had come to wield. Blaidd had helped carry her to bed before heading to bed himself, and Marika had spent some time by the fire in thought and in drink.
Her mind was a haze of thoughts and impulses. This knight, this strange and bizarre woman who had the gall to befriend her, save her, to steal her heart so thoroughly!
The way she smiled with such sincerity. Her silly humor that seemingly was meant to be as random or innane as possible purely to draw her laughter. The way she would smile at her when she thought she wasn't looking, and that beautifully blue eyes would illuminate like little moons. The way she would suddenly turn into old words and woo her with honeyed tongues for merely a second or two before returning to that jovial grin that just sent her insides ablaze. It infuriated her to no end.
She fell partially down as she stumbled into the tent. Her dress half fell off as she landed with a soft whine against the covered earth, the tent floor protected by a thin blanket of its own thay bore a large moth across it. "Why..." she mutters silently, staring at the sleeping fool. "Why must this... whatever this.. is... be so very cruel..." as her eyes lingered on her.
She had never loved someone like this. She had always bedded warriors, scholars, and royals of vast worlds. People who had esteem.
People who had no clue how to have fun if it did not involve bloodshed, books, or wealth. The sour thought left her already dizzy head spinning as she felt him come knocking.
'This is our chance.' He spoke.
"No.. n-no..." holding her head as tears began to form.
'She is vulnerable. Think of all the power we could amass. What she could be hiding from us.'
"Why must you still torment me..." the queen sobbed in frustration, clutching at her temples.
'I will never be gone, Marika. I am you. Every part you hate, yes. But you.'
She shook her head, mumbling, "Nonono...!"
'My face may be but that of another prisoner in a jar, but my words will always be those of your soul!'
She buried her face in the blanket, clutching at it. She felt the hot tears burn down her cheek, but the bars of His cage never once wavered. "You..." sniffling between ragged breaths. "You will never be me...!" She almost barked angrily before sitting up as she forced every lock she could to silence him as her once more fell upon her sleeping knight.
Her knight slept no longer, as golden eyes met glaciers. Sat up partially on her palms, adorn in only her tunic and skirt. Those eyes glowed so heavily with focus.
It was a focus the queen so desperately wished to possess. She watched as that focus slowly turned to concern and then care. The sight broke her heart.
"Marika..?"
"Please... just hold me tonight..."
"I can do that..."
She wanted to touch her so much more as she settled beneath the blanket, resting close in two warm arms as her face nestled against her knight's chest. She wanted to strip away all visions of decency. She wanted to lose care for all things, save the hot touch of her.
She wanted her. "My Knight."
"My Goddess."
"No..."
"No?"
"Not a god to you.."
"Why not?"
"Can't I just be a woman... just to you?"
"... I can do that."
The last she heard before the warmth of her savior began to melt her away into sleep was, "My Marika," spoken almost adoringly before darkness once more filled her eyes.