Hey everyone. Another story to add to this very slowly growing list. Fairytale Medieval AU so please, don't take anything literal. It's all just for fun and games and mild sanity on my part.

Enjoy!


A Rose To Smell Just As Sweet


Hermione gently folded a loose curl behind her ear. The wind was light and cooling against the hot sun; reality was she enjoyed it immensely. The young Noblewoman wasn't born under such skies, nor upon the land, that she so carefully cultivated with wild flowers and delicate hand reared roses. Brunette hair with its natural waves were a rare beauty, along with her soft pale skin and deep brown eyes the young Lady Granger was a sight to behold. Or so she's heard upon servant whispers, all of which left her smiling in amusement.

The Grangers were a Noble family that originated from the northern most part of England. For a long time the lands they owned were prosperous and grand. That was until the time of Hermione's father, the current Lord Granger became uneased by the new royal court and decided to move his family as far from it as he could. The wealth, status and reputation be damned as the young father collected his wife and child and crossed the vast water to the new land of freedom. Hermione couldn't remember those months very well, it was a decade ago and she rather enjoyed her new life in central France. The kingdom they settled in was a lush green one. The people were hard working and the royal family just and kind.

Sadly their welcoming wasn't.

"Dear? Have you finished in your garden? Your father will be returning soon. He'll wish to see you" her mother, Viviane Granger stood at the gate. Hermione's garden wasn't the biggest nor the most grand; it was perfect just for her enjoyment of growing vibrant coloured flora.

"Almost mother. I have roses blooming now. Would you care for a few on your table?" the two shared a smile, it was impossible to deny such lush red roses.

"Of course dear. But remember to come inside soon as your father returns. That man loves to spend so much time at the castle, I fear he will leave us" the woman returned to their manor with a soft chuckle at her husband's excess.

Hermione watched her mother with a fondness, her parents were truly in love. The bed time stories growing up were of the two falling in love at first sight and her father fighting the unspoken battle of courtship and favour to be blessed with her hand. Of course the way her mother spoke, it wasn't so valiant of tales. The brunette longed for such an experience. Simply connecting with someone through a mere look, seeing something in them no one else could possible compare with. But Hermione was a dreamer. She didn't expect to find pure love in the world she lived; to say her life was a bad one would be a complete black hearted lie.

For the years following her father's action, the family owned a small piece of land outside the capital. They were very unwelcomed by the local villagers and while accepted into the populace they were seen as scary foreigners there to take the kings land for their own greed. The Lord Granger found it rather hilarious if they only knew the life they left behind. But their lives changed for the better when Hermione was just short of her ninth birthday; her father saved the kings life from a very rare illness. The cure? The very flowers Hermione fills her garden with. It was the one thing she brought with her from England; rare and beautiful flowers that thrived in their new environment. The kingdom wouldn't know the tale, they were not worthy of knowing what lengths the Lord went through to see his new King well again. In reward he was given vast lands bordering the royal grounds, his title returned to him and the respect of the noble houses.

Hermione was picking her last flower, a pristinely white rose barely of bloom when she saw something in the distance. The view from their manor to the castle was framed in lust green forests, she often savoured the image as her mind wandered from the current tasks but that day there was a stranger standing just outside the trees line. They were tall, not particularly broad but sturdy looking, held themselves with authority and radiated a presence of power. The rapier at their side told Hermione they were a knight; a warrior of importance if the quality of their attire was anything to go by. However from the distance the brunette could differentiate if they were male or female. Their face was shadowed by a cavalier hat but Hermione could see the clear ease of their stance and posture.

Why they continued to stand and stare at her, she didn't know.

"I wonder why anyone would be so far from the…" she let her eyes take in the castle, the forest and finally the stranger. Well, trespass they may be, but be it not from her lips should they receive punishment. Smiling softly, the girl walks over to the wall guarding her precious garden from the outside dangers and places the rose atop. A small gift to the traveller of the wilds. Collecting her assortment of coloured flowers and returning to the indoors, the girl missed the eyes following her.

The hours passed and long after the sun set Hermione was alone in her room, calmly enjoying a novel her mother gifted to her after an outing in the capital. Her eyes left the thrilling literature to gaze upon her garden; the simple action quickly had the girl on her toes, leaning into the window sill aching for truth. But the stranger was long gone. And with them, the rose.

"I wonder if I will see you again my shadowed figure" she said before lowering her night lamp to a smoulder and prepared to rest.


For the following month the roses were the symbol of a growing friendship between the young Lady and her every mysterious companion. She did not see the figure again for over a week, her nightly gifts left on the wall became routine; each day a different colour and every sunrise they were taken. It wasn't until she placed another white rose one evening did something very unusual change their ritual and Hermione didn't know what to do. The softest most rare of roses was lying before her, the colour so beautiful and breath-taking the girl was almost afraid to take it in fears of ruining such delicateness.

"A Blue Rose" she gasped as the stem, smooth and thornless rested upon her fingers. The blooming layers held dues of the lingering nightly cold, the smell was heavenly and she couldn't remove the flower from her nose after taking the first breath.

"Hermione darling, there you are" she was broken from her trance by her mother's call, the woman standing barred by the gate. "Would you join your father and I please? We have something to discuss"

"I'll be right there mother" Hermione replied, hiding the rose from her mother's keen eyes. This was not a gift she was willing to share. Especially those of her household. It was hers and hers alone. Smuggling the rose into her room was easy, leaving the beauty there was a strain to her unwilling body. A rarity at its finest. Hermione had only heard of such flora, never seen it till then. The rose was finally forgotten when she softly knocked on her father's study door, entering after invitation to find her parents staring at her with glee.

"Mother, Father. You asked for me?"

"We did" her father, Rodrick said with a huge grin and a letter in hand. Calmly as ever the brunette took the parchment and gazed upon the finely written words with a mild curiosity. There was to be a ball.

"We're invited to a royal party" she said with a hint of surprise in her voice. It wasn't unexpected, her father was the King's favoured friend. They were invited to many parties.

"Not just any royal party my dear. The Crown Princess's coming of age party. The night is expected to be grand and full of life. We thought it an excellent time to see what possible suitors are out there for our darling little girl" her mother said with fingers playing with Hermione's loose curls. A trait they shared.

"The Princess is turning eighteen? I didn't realise time was passing so quickly. But I thought she held distaste for such events?" the girl's brown eyes frowned. "I've never seen her at such thing before"

"That is correct, however the King himself has prepared this one for her to meet many of the noble class and so she must. The King himself told me you'll be able to meet her" her father is more excited than herself. Nodding her head she gazed at the letter once more, the signature a curious thing as was the royal seal but she thought little of it before returning to her room.


A royal ball. A magical night filled with dance, music and bountiful food. She could feel her feet aching already but perhaps this time it would be a pleasure to see the astonishing gowns the ladies wore and the fine tailored coats the men presented themselves in. Hermione was no fickle thing but even she could appreciate beauty; in all its forms. Her eyes gazed over her rarest prize. The blue petals illuminated by the sun's shimmering rays were becoming her new favourite sight. Now that she thought about it, a blue rose…she'd seen that symbol before. Somewhere.

Dismissing the thought Hermione sighed heavily before looking out to the castle. It would be a few days, but soon she would enter those halls and bow before her monarch. The Princess was a mystery to many of the nobles, she almost shied away from the light of royalty but the people spoke nothing but praise of her and Hermione found she was a favoured figure seen in such high esteem by her subjects, when the soon to be Queen did take the crown her rule would be without dispute. If only Hermione could be so absolute with her own future.

The sun rose and set three times before the awaited night and with it, Hermione was dressed in the most glorious soft pink silk gown, awaiting to follow her parents inside the castle's main hall. For the last three days her mind wandered to places of pleasure and relaxation but this night, the endless thoughts to circle her mind did nothing but give the young lady a migraine. The celebration was festive, the music alluring and the conversations bubbling in her ears was exotic and inspiring. Poor Hermione couldn't take her eyes away from the many bodies of the room, the ladies wore their most decorative gowns and the gentlemen were keen to show off their skills in feats of dance and swordplay. With her hair curled and assorted atop her head, Hermione looked breath-taking; if the many glances were anything to account. Thankful for her mask to hide her soft blush, Hermione prepared herself for a long memorable night.

It was unlikely any cared for her name or person, she was portrayed as a woman of class and with her looks she knew by the end of the night, countless men would ask for a dance. The party was a farce in her eyes. This was a night for her parents to assess every man that approached if he was good enough for their daughter. Did he hold enough status? Was his presence worthy of their time? Could he make her happy for the rest of her life? Behind the little cover she had, the brunette rolled her eyes as the first of many came up to talk to the Lord Granger. Lucky for her the man wasn't introduced but rather sent on his way politely as the family made their way further into the court to great the royals.

Her curtsy was perfect, finely attuned thanks to her mother's insistence but Hermione caught that only the pair were greeting the guests. No Princesses in sight.

"Ah Rodrick my good friend! How are you this evening? I hope you are prepared for a long night. This one is to outlast all others" the King boasted loudly, no one would criticize him for it. He was law.

"I have prepared myself as much as one possible could Sire, your festivities tend to bend the body's will to sleep" Rodrick said with a grin as the ruler laughed heartedly. The Queen, a more refined woman let the men continue their reunion nodded in greeting to Viviane and the young Hermione. The latter getting a lingering glance.

"You're Majesty. You look beautiful tonight. I see your girls are not present" Hermione's mother covered her growing smile with her fan. The Queen openly giggled.

"They are here somewhere, I couldn't find it in my heart to chain them when the music called. My youngest is enjoying the fine young lads and their time for a dance or two" Hermione looked over to the dance floor. Sure enough, their second Princess was twirling the floor with a young man leading the way between the many other guests. She was seeing her tenth year if the brunette remembered correctly.

"She looks so graceful" Viviane said

"She wasn't always so" the Queen placed a hand over heart before noticing their husbands had finally simmered down. "We shall allow you to enjoy yourselves. I'm sure my love will find you again to continue this"

"Of course!" The King gave Rodrick one last hard hand shake before letting them move on. Hermione following obediently.

"Hermione dear. Why don't you go dance? There are many fine men here…" her mother tried to persuade her gently. Seeing no other choice the girl left their presence to walk swiftly round the floors crowd of observers. Several times she dodged an oncoming man most likely wanting a dance, they were quickly dissuaded as other ladies happily took the chance to waltz on a night such as this. It was in this haste she saw the face of one man that looked oddly familiar. His bright red hair sent her memories back to the time across the sea, when she knew little more than the grassland of her manor's estate, but she didn't dwell on the memories or him. Finding a small door leading outside was her escape for the moment, the cool air a soothing feeling to the burning of all the wanting gazes.

Her thoughts went back to her garden, her small wall and the mysterious figure most likely waiting for another flower. A flower she couldn't give. She didn't catch the sigh in time nor did she catch the presence until a gentle tap touched her shoulder. Turning round Hermione came face to face with a tall stranger; one who wore golden accented coat of blue, black leggings and high kneed boots. Adorning their face was a mask of white and finishing the look was a familiar cavalier.

"You…" Hermione gasped at the one she'd come so close to knowing over a stone wall. The figure was silent, their eyes the only form of communication between them. The young Lady found herself in awe at both her stranger's bravery to stand before her that night and her own for not walking away. It took her a moment to notice the hand held out to her, white gloved and waiting.

"You wish for a dance?" she asked. The stranger nodded, eyes smiling. Unable to resist she graced her courteous unknown companion with just that.

Their steps were slow and precise, atmosphere intimate and relaxing. The music flowed through the open door just loud enough to follow yet quiet as to not disturb their growing proximity. Hermione couldn't take her focus off the strangers mask; more accurately their brilliant blue eyes.

"You have me wondering many things Sir. Why you wander so far onto my father's lands just to accept a flower? You do not seem the type to want such gifts" as if to answer her the strange sent her for a short twirl and back again. All in good natured fun, Hermione couldn't help but smile. "But I must thank you" the stranger tilted their head slightly in confusion. "The rose. It was beautiful. I've never seen one like such before. I wish I could grow them in my garden but I haven't been blessed with such seedlings"

Hermione was lost in the memory of the single rose sitting atop her desk in her room. Her feet continued their dance until the music stopped and she was brought back to the night when her hand was taken delicately. The stranger gazed long into her eyes for a moment before producing a single rose from thin air. The girl smiled. It was another gem.

"Thank you. I wonder if I shall have a collection by the end of the night" her tease was light but received well. She thought of her own roses, how they wilted in comparison. A gasp left her lips knowing soon the cold months would be upon them and her garden would bear little. The gentlest of pressure under her chin had Hermione looking back into those clear blue eyes. She didn't realise the rudeness of her latest action.

"Forgive me good Sir, I…my mind has wandered. Returning to my garden. The winter will be most harsh and I fear my flora will no longer be appealing to you" Hermione spoke softly, the voice of one so fearful of rejection. The throaty lull of chuckling caught her surprise as the tall stranger merely shook their head. Eyes gleaming with amusement the stranger took her hand once more and gestured to a kiss of the knuckles. The Lady believe if their mask wasn't in place, she'd be blessed to feel such soft lips.

"Please forgive my interruption young Lady and guest" a servant had come to their hide-away, bowed at the waist as status proclaimed the young man stayed as such with attention now on his person. "I have been instructed to escort the young Lady to her parents. They await your presence"

"Until we meet again my mysterious stranger" Hermione dared to do such she had never thought before; place a kiss upon the mask before leaving.

Her parents had seemingly made their round of the ball, greetings left lips like flowing honey and now once again they were in the presence of their royalty.

"There she is! Come, come girl! You're just in time" the King bellowed with a grin so wide, his face near couldn't contain it.

"In time for what I may ask your majesty?"

"To hear the grandest of news! Tell her Rodrick!" Hermione turned her eyes from the King to her father, the man wearing a similar yet more controlled smile.

"We are to hold a tourney before the first frost of winter. In your honour"

"My honour, father? I don't understand" the girl looked between her parents and their content faces. The Queen held herself with high pride and gave only a calm expression to the following words, the emotion was Hermione's alone to bear.

"You're to be sixteen within the next season. We're offering the victor our blessing for your courtship should they prove themselves worthy" the young woman could hold no greater pride than her self-control at hearing such words escape her father's lips.

"I don't know what to say…"

"Hermione, dear. Why don't you join me? Leave your father to his business with their Majesties" her mother was quick to escort the young woman away to a corner of the room. Space away from the celebrations and the people.

"Thank you mother. I will need but a moment"

"Of course my child. I will not be far. This will be good for you. You will meet many young Lords at the tourney. Some may impress you" her word was true as the Lady was pulled into conversation with many other noble wives of the aristocracy. With a deep breath the young woman tried her best not to silently curse the disillusion that befell her parents.

"How can one be so blind? My heart would only suffer at such stakes. No matter the victor"

"Oh I hope I am not interrupting you but I believed you to be alone. Please excuse my intrusion" a soothing voice flowed from her back. The arrival of a well-mannered, very beautiful woman caught Hermione by surprise. Her dress was stunning, an array of blues and violets inlayed with jewels and the best silks money could buy. A mask adorned half her face matched the colour with accented jewels. Her eyes weren't deceiving her; the brunette was standing before the First Princess.

"Your Highness" she sunk low in a proper Lady born curtsy. She wouldn't dare raise her eyes without permission, such things were unspoken if their royal didn't permit.

"Please, stand. I only wish to speak. I fear I have been impolite upon not seeing you among the nobles before" her voice was so, so sweet. The young lady had to take the woman in before her. She was tall, her dress hid the blonde's beautiful frame; thoughts the brunette should never let her mind process. It was below her.

"You must forgive me your Highness. I do not attend many of the Royal invitations. My passions lie elsewhere I can proudly say" Hermione didn't know where her new found courage surfaced from, but before the Princess, she couldn't tear her eyes away from those shimmering blue orbs.

"I am delighted to hear of such. My own attendance would be dependent on other such circumstances" she smiled softly. The radiance coming off the young woman nearly blinded Hermione. She was so beautiful. "I did however hear of your gift. I thought this evening was to be my party"

"Forgive me your Highness but it is no gift"

"Oh?"

"Gallantry, swordsmanship; disgracing. To what would a Lady like myself need for such things? To whom I marry would need more than just the skills of battle. They need a mind, a heart; a body to withstand time and determination to challenge my own" Hermione replied with gusto. She didn't open herself to such words often. But her heart was screaming at her to do so.

"Indeed" was all the Princess said.


The leaves changed from their vibrancy to the colours of sunset and blood as Hermione watched from her windows. The fall brought with it the day of the tournament; the fight for her hand. While praising the gods above her parents didn't agree with marriage as the victor's prize, she wouldn't ever bestow any favour, if their goal was simply her position; or worse her body.

"Hermione, dear. It's time" the voice of her mother came through the door. The woman knew her daughter wasn't exuberant at having her future decided over the likes of blade and glory. If the girl was to pick such a battle, it would be of the minds.

"Coming mother" the brunette took one last look in her large mirror. Her dress was exquisite, waves a red silk ran down her body, arms ringed in bracelets; a single gold and ruby headdress adorns her brown curls. It was a day of showmanship, be it the fighters or her parents. The Lords family put on their best cloth, adorned the shiniest of metal all to present themselves before their hopefuls and their royalty.

The King had prepared his biggest of fighting arenas for the tournament. His throne sat beside that of his Queen in the highest box, accompanied by the Granger Lord and Ladies. It was a sight to behold; the nobles filled the seats surrounding their rulers, hoping for any favour they could grab while the citizens cheered and hollered for many displayed banners hanging from a high. When the knights emerged from the barracks, Hermione for the first time got to see their numbers, their gleaming armour and proudly displayed insignias. A few were from many nobles houses all over their kingdom, her father's greatest allies were there, presenting their best sons. One such insignia, matching the patches of hair she saw under the helm made Hermione gasp quietly. Weasley.

"I see you have noticed the young man. I didn't think he would travel all the way here to compete" her mother whispered to her right, half her face covered by an arced fan. Her eyes gleamed with amusement at her daughter's expression. "He voiced quite proudly of his recent knighthood and of seeing you again"

"And you wished to keep this a secret mother?" the brown eyed girl replied as she too spread her fan before her. What was a conversation if the whole world could witness it?

"Oh no my dear. Just to be an observer on how the young man would adventure such a thing. My wager is on another such Lord" her eyes went to the opposite end of the line where a tall knight stood proudly. There was no doubt in the brunette's mind; McLaggon.

"Mother please…" she was praising the gods above for the object obscuring her face at that moment in time as all eyes moved to her. The king stood to make his speech, about gallantry and honour; loyalty and pride. The young Lady Granger cared little.

Standing at the end of the row was a fairly tall figure. Their armour, shining silver with blue feather plumage and yet, no seal sat upon their chest or shield. Would a fighter stand true to the claim of her hand if they were not proud enough to fight for their family name? Such a mystery was captivating to the Lady as her eyes followed the knight as they dispersed for the first of many duels. Jousting. Rather rogue unruly contest Hermione loathed. It was filled with carnage and bloody injury. Such sights brought the crowds to cheer and cry for their chosen or favoured champions. The poor horses forced to run back and forth, risking life and limb against the brutality of the pikes.

Archery was a real challenge to the brunette. Skills were revealed in the contest of aim and patience while a few of the blundering walking metal men were fumbling more with their weapon than a jester would balls. Hermione was not immune to such sights and hidden behind her widened fan, she giggled and smiled at the amusing contestants. Her own champion standing strong.

It took but a lingering look from the knight for Hermione to place a hand over her heart. The stranger, her rose giving, mask wearing companion of the forest had come to fight. Their helm was covering all but the eyes; those intense blue eyes. Proudly straddled their mighty stead, Hermione watched with glee as they took out every opponent facing before them swiftly and with powerful strikes. Now steady hands handled the finely crafted bow with such precision, the strings hum was accented by the arrows piercing whistle and finished beautifully with the heavy thump of the bullseye. Perfect.

"Does my daughter herself, choose a champion?" the woman's words caught the attention of Rodrick, a sharp head turn between his daughters longing gaze and the knight solidified the accusation.

"I hold faith in one" Hermione replied as the other contestants had their shots. Multiple arrows striking the straw with precision and yet the brown eyed noble couldn't look elsewhere. She was speaking through her gaze, hoping the mysterious knight would feel the words she wished to bestow upon them.

"We do have a favoured?! Ha! Excellent!" the King leant back in his thrown with glee. The tournament was to entertain and nothing could compare to the growing jealousy among warriors. Hermione watched on as the Archery concluded. The knights dwindled in number. Their skills proven advanced them further or dismissed them altogether. It was time for the final of contests, steel upon steel. Knights fighting with their greatest of weapons; Swords.

Before the final round was to proceed the King took to his feet. The knights aligned themselves at his royal command, shields in hand and heads bowed forward. He gave a speech for the crowds' ears and their rising spirits. Congratulating the contestants on their advancements and to announce the match pairs. Hermione was distained to see both the Weasley and McLaggon heirs still present. Pleasantly presented with a goblet of fruity liquid, the brunette was distracted from the dismissal of knights and their lone remnant. The king halted them himself.

"Young Knight. You wear no house colours, no insignia. You fight for a Lady's hand and yet you have not removed your helm to us. I would dismiss you from this entire tourney if not for the Lady Granger. You have been blessed with her favour young knight!" his voice was loud and commanding but the stranger stood firm in his presence. Hermione was surprised little by his actions but she took the opportunity to stand from her seat and descend down into the arena, guard at her back. Appearing in her glorious gown, the crowds cheer began anew while her knight in question returned from speaking with a squire. Awe was given at the presentation of a single blue rose to the Lady's hand and a smile appeared on her face.

"I thank you good knight. I wish you well in the next bout of matches" Hermione said softly, pulling forth her favour to tie around the knights left wrist. "And for your helm to be removed if I am speaking truth" her eyes pierced into shimmering blue. The slightest of head tilts was her answer and the Lady returned to her box, eager as the spectators to see the match.

Gallant metal warriors brandished their swords in the sands of the past fallen; crowds were their inspiration and with every strike, surrender or defeat it came closer to the final competitors. The ones whom would fight for the chance at courting the yet to be of age Lady. Brandishing their arms towards the King the final two contestants stood awaiting the final word. Hermione was standing now, hands gently bracing the box rail, eyes gleaming upon her champion.

The many warriors, heirs, Lords and mercenaries fought well against their opponents, they swung their swords with fury and power until only the Sir Ronald Weasley remained before the one who was yet to be touched by gauntlet or sword. The mysterious knight; Hermione's Knight was a fighter like no other, instead of raw strength and power they harnessed speed and dealt strikes of such accuracy, their rivals fell without so much a crimson drop leaving their skin.

The redheaded knight was a youth to the order; having travelled far and yearning for his love's approval, there was nothing he wished more than the favour she so happily blessed upon this stranger.

"Your Majesty, I wish to bestow my heart felt words upon the Lady I fight so for. If I may before the duel is to proceed?" he spoke loud and true, hoping such acts of passion would persuade hearts in his favour. The King said nothing as another answered in his stead.

"The Lady will only hear words from the victor Sir Weasley. You should know better than to speak to one above your station" the mysterious knight for the first time spoke. Voice muffled by the heavy helm but still clear as the whistling wind to Hermione. A voice so beautiful, her heart skipped a beat.

"You dare to say such to me Sir?" the red haired young man turned to face his soon to be opponent. Their squares were at hand, each holding the chosen weapon for the duellist to take. Ronald with his helm in hand bulked himself up before continuing. "I do not hide my face nor my house name behind anything. I fight for the Lady's hand because she is whom I have loved since childhood. Distance will not dissuade that love! Remove your helmet so we may see the face of the one I shall defeat" there was a silence over the arena before Hermione found her ornate fan falling from her fingertips.

"Very well" and so the Knight removed the single clasp holding the piece and removed their final mask. Long flowing blonde hair cascaded down their armoured back, beautiful strong features revealed to the crowds and after a few seconds, two breath-taking orbs opened wide. Hermione couldn't help but smile.

The mysterious stranger; her gallant Knight, was the First Princess Fleur Delacour.

"Does this please you Sir Weasley? I remove my helm so I may fight with not reservations for the Lady's hand" Fleur looked up to the box where her parents and her love await. The two gazing longingly into each other's eyes.

"I pray for your victory my champion" the brunette spoke while clutching the rose to her chest. The blue eyed woman smiled. It wasn't long before the King started to bellow out deep echoing laughs.

"My daughter! This is where you have been hiding?! Courting the Lady Granger without my knowledge. You truly are my child!"

"Well father, you said I must follow my heart. My heart belongs to the beauty before me and so I will fight for her hand in marriage"

"Ah but your Highness, the victor is awarded the courtship of my dear daughter. Not her hand. She is yet to see her sixteenth year" Rodrick said with a smile. His eyes taking in the happiness radiating off the brunette who didn't take her attention from the arena. The Princess merely discarded her helm altogether before receiving her weapon.

"Fear not Lord Granger, I will fight none the less. I shall win" she turned round to face her final opponent. "And then I shall marry her. Our lives will be filled with happiness and adventure!"

Hermione held no fear as she watched the battle wage without the safety of helms. She knew her Knight would put on a good show for her people. The crowds cheering their loudest as the swords clashed again and again. The royal born woman was beautiful, kind, hard-working, noble and was a patient soul whom gave without hesitance. Hermione's heart was taken.

"Rodrick my good friend. It appears we're to be united by marriage. I cannot think a happier day!" The King raised his wine filled goblet in joy as the Lord returned the gesture.

"Nor can I, your Majesty" They cheered.


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