Just something I started out of a whim that said, "Please write about Sheeda/CaedaxMark! You must, Cara, you must!" and so I did. Here is what that thought has gotten me to thus far. It's short, but it will get better when the fighting comes into play. I'm guessing this story will either end unfinished or end up being kind of short. Just a fair warning. Don't get too attached.
But if you do I would be flattered. :3
Disclaimer; No, I do not own Marth. Or Altea. Or Sheeda. Or Talys. Or anything else mentioned in here. But I do own the story itself. Not the characters, but the story. I don't see how that makes sense, but... Whatever. You see what I mean by this.
One: Kings And Queens.
He looks so beautiful just standing there, staring out upon Altea with those shining blue eyes, full of hope and determination, and his cutely messy dark royal cyan hair blowing slightly to the north with the late-afternoon breeze. I wonder about the pride he must feel having taken back his kingdom. The way he stands there on the balcony, gazing out at the world, knowing that he owns everything as far as the eye can see. How does that feel?
If I step into his line of vision, will he get the hint? How much longer 'til he defeats Medeus and I can return to Talys and do all in my power to ignore my childhood friend—my childhood friend that I held so dear in my heart that it sank at the thought of leaving him. After this whole righteous fighting-to-bring-everyone-peace thing was over, I was going to go home and he was going to stay here and rule his land like the just ruler I know he is and will be.
I sigh to myself, turn, and head towards the main room's large double doors that are about six times my height. His castle is so palatial. I imagine mine will be the same as it was when I left it; dark, dull, and decorated by my dad.
Decorated by my dad means absolutely nothing pleasant, bright, colorful, or appealing to anyone but him. It is like we are exact opposites.
I find it unfair how Marth, the Marth I have loved for years and always look out for, only finds me to be his best friend. I should be content with being his best friend; as one of the closest people to him since his family's death, I have done nothing but care for him. What do I get in return?
I get Princess Minerva of Medon looking at him with her possessive red eyes, like she owns him or something. How does that make the least bit of sense?
I grasp the handle on the right edge of the left double door and pull it part-way open. It creaks loudly. I mean loudly.
"Sheeda," Marth's voice calls after me. I stop walking and look over my shoulder to make sure I am not imagining it. I am not. He is staring right at me, taking the steps to close the great distance between us with two feet remaining. He was a man of few words, and speaking loudly was not something he was known for- especially for something as simple as catching one's attention.
"Ah, Prince Marth," I greet, acknowledging him with a nod. I only used Prince with him when I was upset. He never really figured that out, though.
He tilts his head in a clueless manner, looking adorable as ever. "Prince Marth? Isn't that a bit formal for your own friend?"
I smile softly and laugh nervously. "I guess you're right. Sorry, Marth. Force of habit, I suppose," I lie.
He blinks twice quickly. "Ah. I see." He nods. "I do not, however, see how it can be a force of habit. You always call me Marth. What is so different now?"
"Nothing, Marth," I cover myself and ruffle his hair like a little kid. "Worry not, my friend." I winkeplayfully.
He grins. "So what were you doing here? You were just about to leave without talking to me," he points out. He pouts in a delightfully Marth-like way.
I laugh awkwardly, more awkwardly than before. How do you make an excuse for yourself when you were about to leave your friend's home because you did not want to think about how he was never going to be yours?
You don't.
"Oh, that. Well, I, uh… I was going to ask you if you wanted to go out today, like go into the villages or go down to the river, but, uh, you were standing there looking all lost in thought and I did not wish to disturb you in case you were lost in important thoughts that I should not interrupt," I tell him. His eyes tell me he followed every word.
I suppose I told the truth, but it felt so weird to be explaining myself to him. I never was one for trying to explain myself to people or make sense of my actions, not even when it was the simplest of things. Obviously, this is no different. I stammered, I stuttered, I scratched my head. This is an all-time low, even for me.
"Ah!" Marth nods knowingly. His eyes gleam with something between mischievousness, playfulness, and adventure. He beams. "You should have come up to me. I would love to."
Yes! Score! My mind congratulates me, but my heart only speeds up, which is much less than fair. My lips twitch into a grin. I got to spend the day with Marth!
Now that I think about it, why am I so ecstatic about this? It is only Marth- my friend. This should not be making me as happy as it is. Then again, I do love him. I love him a lot. Too bad he won't figure it out.
"Great! How about we meet right outside in about an hour? I have to run an errand or two, if it is not too much trouble for you to wait?" I arrange these plans cautiously, professionally, trying so much as to not give away any ulterior motives I may have for wanting his company.
Those beautiful blue eyes shine as he responds. I glance between his eyes and his lips, hoping he doesn't notice. "It is no trouble at all, dear Sheeda. An hour's time it is."
I nod once more before pulling the extrodinary door open all the way and exiting the Altean prince's palace. I close the door behind me and lean against it, exhausted. I close my eyes, bite mylip, and smile. Ha. How bold, Sheeda; you just flustered yourself in front of your best friend.
I shake my head and start running as I whistle. My elegant white Pegasus, named Anri after the late former king of Altea, descends from the sky and plants his feet lightly on the ground. I leap onto his back, give him a swift kick in the side, and he takes to the sky at top speed, leaving the earth far below.
About an hour prior from Marth's perspective
I open the door to the balcony and step out onto the pure white tiles. I take careful steps like the castle under my feet will collapse any moment, but I know better. It is a sturdy castle; it has withstood much. I look out upon Altea, gazing at the glory that has been restored with my return. Though it is my second day home, I feel like everything is already back together. I know it is not, but I would love to think that it is.
I think about how this is all mine, this land. For the rest of my days I am expected to honor it, to take care of it, to assist it in prospering, It is my responsibility. How am I expected to do it all alone? I have no queen. I suppose Elice, if she is alive somewhere, would be my queen consort, so-to-speak. I know Princess Medon-I mean Princess Minerva-has taken a liking to me since she has not threatened me once in the past month. She has not said anything negative about me either, and I see the way that she looks at me when I speak to her—admiration, adoration, and every other "-ation" adjective that is compliment-qualified.
I guess I am disappointed because there is only one princess that it would make sense for me to make my queen. I can easily see spending my days with her, but that… That is far off. I have yet to defeat Medeus and she is my best friend. How strange would it be if I suddenly asked her to be my queen? I think she would be a bit put-off if I did that, but what if that is what it comes down to?
I worry. I could never live with myself if she said no or if I ruined that wonderful friendship that I have with her-with Sheeda. I mean, I know she is quite the woman now. She is strong, attractive, sweet, and smart. She and I have been friends since birth. How could she see me as anything more than her childish childhood friend?
I sigh in self-defeat and rub my forehead with my left hand. Why does this have to be so difficult? I have all these friends and all of these people who are loyal to me, yet at the end of this, I am still going to be alone.
After more thoughts like this that entirely destroy my confidence, I stand up straight again and look out at Altea before closing my eyes and shaking my head at myself.
This has to be a new all-time low for me.
So, this is the start of my SheedaxMarth story. I personally prefer calling her Caeda, but more people refer to her as Sheeda so I might as well bite it and hold in my complaints. Tell me what you think?
I don't care if you do or not, I'll still end up posting some more.
BEWARE: UPCOMING FLUFF!! XD
No, seriously.
R/R
