A/N: Well yet another UkCan Fanfic. This is placed in the middle ages! This is Fem! Canada and England so enjoy my first hetero fanfic!

Emerald Heart

Chapter 1: Raid of Red

"Arthur!" the young blond yells from a distant on the lush green grass of the wide, daisy-infested meadow.

"Yes, love?" I call out to her, smiling as she runs up to me.

"Here, have this," She gestures that I bend down a bit, and I follow my love's instruction. I bow down to her height, which is quite short for the age of eight, and she places a crown made of gorgeous daisies atop my wind-blown hair.

"There, a crown fit for my king," she whispers in my ear and plants a short kiss upon my cheek.

I blush and kiss her cheek as well and place a daisy tiara I was creating atop of her golden, curly locks, "And a tiara fit for you, Madeline, my queen," I whisper and kneel and take up her hand to kiss it. Even though I was of nine and she was of eight, we knew what we felt for each other, and that was love.

"Oh, Arthur," she chokes out as I rise. She lunges at me into an embrace and cries tears of joy into my chest. "Let us have nothing set us apart, ok?"

I nod and hold her in my arms, secretly crying my own tears of joy, "Yes my love."

…

Then seven years later the cursed Red Kingdom attacked…

…

"Kill every last one of them in the castle, find the princess!" screeches a large silvered haired man.

Solders stormed, slaughtering every last one of the inhabitants of the castle. Madeline clung to me crying as we hid in the top of the highest tower, door barricaded.

"Shush, love," I coo to her, "Need not fear, for I will protect you till the end. They will not harm you."

"But what about you, Arthur? What if I escape and they kill you? I couldn't live with such a life without you…" she cries out as she holds tighter to me and her breath hitches, gasping for breath between sobs.

"I promise you we will get out of this together and we will be wed, I promise, love," I whisper to her and hold her left hand in mine—which both bear a wedding ring, symbolizing our undying love to one another.

"I love you, Arthur," she chokes out smiling.

"As do I, Madeline," I whisper smiling and plant a long, enchanting kiss upon her soft lips. We kiss till both of us gasp for air, but once our breath was caught we continued, as if each kiss were our last.

We stop and look at each other till we both in sync look at the door being covered all the furniture that inhabited the room. We hear the solders come up the stares in sloppy steps—hearing the medal of there armor slam against the stone of the stares.

I stand up with milady and draw my sword—knowing the furniture will not hold them off long. I grab the sheets that covered all the furniture and throw them to Madeline. "Tie them together, make a rope for us to use."

"Of course, my knight," she says and smiles as she ties them together.

"She has to be in here!" a scratchy voice rings out, and the door groans and the men on the other side slam against the wooden door. I get in my knight stance—as my tutor has taught me all these years so I may protect my love—and glare the door, waiting for the bastards break through so I may slaughter the like they did my kin.

"There, that all of it," Madeline sighs and ties the make-shift rope made of white sheets to one of the bars that once barricaded the window, but is now broken away over the long years of there service. She tosses the lone rope out the window and checks to see if it's long enough.

"Now go down, I'll be right after you," I say as I push the furniture coving the door back in place as the ruthless men slam into the door over and over again.

"Ok, my love," is all she says as she leaps out the window. I head for the window till the door burst open, causing the furniture to fly everywhere.

"Where's the princess?" the silvered haired man growls as his violet eyes glow in malice.

"I do not know of what you are babbling about, there is no princess here, but a humble poor traveling knight who stayed here in the green kingdom for rest," I say in defiance and grin evilly as I tilt my head back to glare at them defiantly.

"Well too bad for you, now we must kill you," the man dressed in crimson red grimly says as he chuckles. He draws his sword, which is covered in the blood of my kin. I snarl and lunge at him, slashing. He smoothly parries my attack. He goes in for his turn and lunges at me. He swipes his sword towards my head, and I move my head back to dodge but the edge of the sword smoothly glides against my cheek and makes a gash. I flip back and wipe the blood off with my sleeve, staining the green of my sleeve with the sparkling ruby of my own blood. I lunge again and again at the man, our swords clashing, sweat beading down our faces, small cuts beginning to litter my skin, but he remains untouched.

His men move forward slowly, trapping me against the wall with the window. I smile evilly and bow my head in false defeat. I look up to see the man raise his sword tip to my throat.

"You've got me," I chuckle, "but I play hard to get, even the princess can tell you that."

"Heh, I knew you knew where she was, little bastard," the man chuckles, shoving the sword into my throat a bit—enough to make me cough and face twist in pain. "Where is she and I might consider taking you and make you join my army."

"I'd rather burn in hell than defy my queen," I say and spit in the man's face. I backflip out the window and latch onto the rope, smoothly sliding down the silky forms. I look up at the man who pokes his head out the window. He scowls but grins evilly as he looks at the bar that the sheets are attached to and puts his sword under their silky structure, cutting them in a swift, deadly motion. I gasp and begin to free-fall. I look over at the wall and jab my sword in its stone structure. I'm jerked up and stop falling. I hold onto the sword with one arm and I look down. I take out my sword and begin to fall again and I jab my sword into the wall again.

I unsheathe my sword from the wall and land gracefully onto the stone of the courtyard—which is in flames. I look around for Madeline, but I don't see her. I see her cornered by two of the invaders. I snarl and run to her. I lunge at them and take the first one's head clean off, making blood spurt onto my green tunic and onto my sword. The second invader lunges at me while cursing me with hateful chants, which are useless. I dodge his weak attempts and stab him through the heart, getting his blood onto my face, blinding my left eye.

"Arthur," Madeline whispers out in fear as she coughs from the smoke of the fire.

"Yes, love, it is I," I whisper as I kneel and grab her into an embrace. "Let us take our leave from here. We must make haste."

"Yes," she sniffles out as I pick her up in a bridal style. I turn to the courtyard gate and race to it through the flames, holding Madeline close to me so she does not get burnt as I am.

Suddenly the man with the piercing violet eyes appears in front of the gate, closing our only exit from this hell.

"You thought I would let you leave so easily, da? You thought wrong Arthur Kirkland," the tall silver-haired man snarls.

"How do you know who I am?" I ask as I place down Madeline and draw my blood-covered sword.

"Your lover, the princess, kept calling out to you, begging for you to rescue her from these hellish flames. She would be dead if you weren't there for her. She's a worthless waist," he snickers, defying my queen's honor.

I snarl and lunge at the man who defied my queen, my lover! In rage I attack recklessly. The man parries every one of my attacks and attacks right back, nearly every time hitting and cutting me—making me bleed more and more.

We clash facing each other off—forehead to forehead—him snickering, myself snarling in hatred—bearing my teeth in concentration. I push my whole weight onto my sword, wishing to kill this bastard. Suddenly he pulls his head back and thrust it back into my forehead, causing me to stagger back. He takes heed to my opening and slashes across my abdomen. I fall to the ground and begin to cough out blood, the garnet liquid flowing out of my mouth. I look up at him and he places his sword tip on my throat and snickers.

Then my heart skips a beat as I see Madeline punch the man's sword—cutting her hand in the process—out of nowhere and step between us.

"I'll go with you, but you must spare this man's life," she growls as she extends here arms to each side—as if it will protect me more.

He glares at her, but sheaths his sword. "Very well," is all he says as his men grab he roughly and she cries out. My vision blurs as they make off with her. I try to call out for her while she struggles in their grasp. She looks at me as tears form in her eyes and she stops struggling. Her lips move, but I cannot hear her soft, beautiful voice.

But what I do make out is,

I love you, Arthur…

And my vision fails, and I am cast into a dark abyss of unconsciousness.

A/N: Ok people here is a new story for you! Why I choose Emerald Heart for the title is well… Cause of Arthur's eyes, where he live (The Green Kingdom) and now all my UkCan Fanfics are going have to do with colours! (Ex. Crimson Night, Emerald Heart, ~coming soon~ Cerulean Sea) Maybe my UsCan's will be like… types of gems? Idk~

Well till next Update,

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