Hey guys! So, this idea has been eating at me most of today and this is a short prologue of sorts, the first chapter will be up tomorrow and will ternate between Victoria and Misto's point of view, please R+R! Your feedback helps me develop my stories better!
DISCLAIMER - I own nothing except the idea! :(
He kissed her, his paw cupping her cheek, he could feel her hot tears on her face, his own leaving stinging, salty trails on the finer fur of his face. He pulled his lips away, unable to risk hurting her. He pressed his forehead to hers and heard her let out a choked sob. The rain soaking their pelts. Misto was fighting not to cry, her tears made him wish he wasn't magic, so he could be with her forever. He pulled back from her, holding her at arms length. He kept his eyes off her face; he knew that if he saw her tears eyes he would crumple and they would both be in danger - he couldn't hurt his Victoria, for anything. He brought her once more close to him and held her against his fluffy chest.
"Oh Victoria, I'd give anything to be able to be with you, but I can't risk hurting you." He murmured, licking her ear. "I love you,"
"You could never hurt me! I don't understand why you have to leave!" She meowed, nuzzling his chest and inhaling his scent for what would be the last time. "I love you too, I can't bear to think of a life without you,"
"With me, you can never have a normal life, you can never have a normal family, by leaving, I am giving you that,"
"By leaving, you are killing me inside."
His ears flicked back at her words and he felt his heart wrench. He knew exactly how she felt - it had taken him three days of crying and heartbreak before he could break all ties with his beautiful betrothed. He caressed her back, feeling the sodden fur cling to his paw before he pulled away once more.
"I'm sorry, Vicky, maybe we will see each other again someday," he kissed her head, placing something in her paw before turning and striding away without another word - if he said any more, he would never be able to part with her, and by walking away, she couldn't see him cry.
Victoria looked at her paws, enclosed around something cold and hard, she opened her paws to find a golden locket, her eyes grew wide and she had to stifle a sob as she opened it; unable to remain standing and collapsing in the wet mud, the locket falling from her paws. Inside was a perfect, magically-made image of the two of them, it was one picture of a time Victoria had hurt her ankle and Misto was showing her his newest tricks to cheer her up. It was one of the best memories they had ever shared. The white queen slumped forward and cried, her body unfeeling to the cold, she didn't want to think, she didn't want to feel. She didn't want to breathe anymore. Victoria was numb in every possible way.