Just a super short story about one of my favourite ships.
It's set in a medieval sort of time where Dave is a knight of her Imperious Condescension, the royalty who controls the lands. Jade is a witch who committed an atrocity known as abandoning the queen and becoming a possible threat. Just a sweet, fluff sort of thing.
The rain echoed through his head as he rode the horse through the hammering rain. His orders had been clear and he knew what to do, though he felt the fear and hatred in the pits of his stomach. An order was an order but how he wished he could disobey this one, to disregard it and find her before holding her body close to his as he whispered his love into her ear. He wished with all his might that he could save her from the cruel fate he would bring her shortly enough.
Like his orders had assured him, she was sat there beneath the tree, her breathing ragged as she tried to breathe in through quick, sudden breaths. Her face was soaked from salty tears, the rain and poor choices, her lip shaking as she saw her ultimate fate atop a horse opposite her. Jet black hair clung to her forehead and shoulders, winding down her back in a knotted mess that resembled her life. Her green eyes looked hurt, shining in the poor sunlight as he dismounted his colt.
Slowly, he stepped toward her, the sound of his hyperventilation hidden behind the rain and clanging metal of the armor covering his body. He was only five steps from her, towering over her cowering frame. She was scared of him. Terrified, in fact. The look in her eyes of recognition and something he couldn't place. All he could discern was that it was an emotion quite similar but quite different to the terror that covered her other features.
"D-dave?" Her voice choked out, her hood shaking as she shivered.
No communication. He'd promised his mistress, her royal highness, that he would not in any way communicate with the witch. Her lips spoke tongues that could destroy a mans brain; corrupt it or possess it. Of course, his brain was desperate to ignore orders. He didn't want to disrespect her highness but the girl before him had clouded his mind for too many years for him to just follow the rules.
"Get up." Dave growled, his voice rough and very different from the last time she'd probably heard it. How long had it been now, three years? Just about. How much of him had differed over this time, then? After all, he was no more that thirteen year old boy who bugged her every now and then.
Ever so slowly, she raised from the ground. Much of her had changed, her cheekbones higher and her face thinner. Her eyes were wider and a deeper green now, closer to a moss colour on the tree behind her than the meadow green it had been just three years previous. Not to mention she looked to thin as though food had been evading her a little over the years. But other than that, her body had just matured into the blooming body of the young woman she was.
"I won't kill you, witch. Ride with me, away from here." He whispered, his voice only loud enough over the rain as he stepped forward and grabbed her hand.
"You will ignore orders?"
"In time, I suppose it will make sense. For now, we flee Jade." He whispered, taking her in his arms and holding her for a moment.
All he had to do now was escape with her.