A/N
Square Enix owns it all… to bad I don't.
Flames will be happily extinguished…
I walk around the palace, tending to the plants. My hair is pulled back, and beads of sweat drop down my face. My skirt, which I have pulled back and tied, rests upon my thighs as I work. My rolled up sleeves fall every now and then, and I am forced to pull them back up again and again.
I hear his chuckle behind me, and my face automatically lights up, a smile stretching out to the far ends of each cheek. I turn to face him and he laughs again, his hand on the back of his neck.
"We have servants for a reason, you know… but I do like seeing you like that," He comments, and I blush.
"A women's work is never done… besides, we should cut the servants some slack. Being constantly waited on hand and foot gets irritating after a while, anyway," I say, continuing with my work.
I hear his footsteps approaching, and he wraps his arms around me. I giggle, and hold onto his hands.
I remember a time when I used to see him differently. I used to look at him in disgust, and resentment. I also used to look at him like a great leader, a great Maester. This is all different compared to how I see him now.
Now I see him as a husband, a companion, a lover. I see him as the wind beneath my wings, a god, if you will. If I hadn't gone through with the wedding, perhaps I would have never realized how much I admire him. If it weren't for that night after the wedding, I would not love him. This I am sure.
I remember that night so vividly, almost like a dream, or a fantasy. I was hesitant then, not responding to his touch, or the feel of his breath against my skin. I do not object as he unpins my hair in various places. I do not object as he begins unzipping my dress, only fight tears and keep telling myself, 'it's for the best. It's for Spira'. My eyes are shut as he continues. All that's on my mind are my friends… my guardians. I open my eyes to his beautiful face, and gasp. I have never realized how handsome he truly was. I had never looked past his position as Maester, never looked past what he had to do, to what he really could be like.
Suddenly I respond, kissing him back with such passion that it's unbearable.
It was like a dream. I remember it now, and I will remember it always. I love him now. I realize the error of my thinking and cherish my time with him. I stand there, holding him, giggling at the sensation of the warmth of his skin on mine.