A/N: Again with words from my friend SnowberryXOXO. Hoping you all like this chapter. (Phew, three in one day. I really do spoil you.)
Supernatural
Sometimes it was very hard to be married to one of the two most powerful mages in the world. Especially in the beginning of their marriage, when she still was afraid of him. Back then his magic represented all the power he had over her. She was helpless against him.
Later she learned to appreciate her unusual husband. She had always loved magic, reading fantasy novels and dreaming about exciting adventures. He had reminded her of that love, which had been killed by the reality of her situation. He had shown her that magic wasn't cruel. Instead it could be compared to fire. Deathly in the wrong hands, but otherwise an important ally.
When she had admitted her yearning for magic he had once again wondered how many times she would shock him. The humans burned witches rarer and rarer these days, but it could still be dangerous to show interest for anything supernatural.
But he had been happy for something to give her, especially something he loved himself, so he had surrounded her with magic and had looked at her in joy as she stared at it in wonder. He let glowing flowers bloom out of nowhere, filled their bedroom with firework and made an illusion of a miniature dragon fly around the room.
Amazed she had looked at all the wonders in front of her – everything she had been told was impossible. Then she had looked up at him and for the first time ever she had sent him a genuine and dazzling smile filled with gratitude.
He immidiately decided he would fill her world with magic till the day he died.
Heart
She loved the sound of his heart. Secured in his embrace she could rest her head against his chest, while she listened to his heartbeat. In the beginning she would rather had died than admitted it, but the sound of his beating heart had always calmed her down. The slow heartbeat was just too relaxing to resist and later she didn't even care to try.
Bones
She looked so fragile, so innocent, that it almost came natural to try to protect her. Not only for him, but for his goblins as well. She, however, made it clear she wasn't interested in being pampered. She was used to handle herself and preferred it that way. He didn't resist, but he still treated her with care, and if she had to be completely honest, she didn't mind that much. It felt so… flattering, being treated like some sort of treasure. Other times the feminist came into her and she insisted that she was stronger than she looked.
He knew better than to say against her, but he still caught himself afraid to embrace her too hard in the fear of breaking her bones. He knew he was being ridiculous, but he couldn't help himself. He hated the thought of her suffering because of him.
It got easier later, but he still caught himself from time to time wishing he could wrap her up and protect her against all evil, but he knew such a protected life would only make her miserable. She hated the Queens Charm enough at it was.
So he swallowed her fear and hoped for the best. His relaxation wouldn't be worth her unhappiness.
Sun
She missed the sun more than she thought she would. She missed seeing the sunrise, she missed seeing it make it way over the sky and more than anything she missed the feeling of it on her skin.
Finding her one day on the roof, staring wistfully up at the lake, he guessed what she was thinking. Not knowing what he could possible say to make it easier for her, he just sat with her the entire night until she finally fell asleep and he could carry her to bed.
The next day he had cancelled court to be with her, not wanting to leave her alone.
Paper
She loved to write. Like when she was painting, writing gave her the ability to create. When she wrote she could make up entire worlds. Finding her one day sitting and writing absentminded in the ashes of the fireplace with her fingertips he just smiled at her. The next time she saw him, he handed her a book. He had brought her many books before, but as she opened this one she was met with page after page of empty paper.
When she looked confused at him, he had just smiled.
"For your writing," he had explained.
Amazed she had tried to thank him, but still couldn't quite bring herself to it. He had just smiled yet again. "I understand," he had said.
And seeing the look in his eyes, she knew he did.
Television
She missed television.
She missed sitting curled up in a chair watching all her favourite shows. Friends, How I Met Your Mother and even Simpsons.
She missed watching Sex and the City with her friends or watching the Saturday movie with her family.
She missed being able to disconnect the brain after a stressful day with meaningless TV.
She even wished she was able to present Marak to it. The thought of sitting curled up in his arms while watching some movie became more and more appealing to her as time went by. Though it would rather be something like Pirates of Caribbean than some romance. She'd never been crazy those. Too… sugared for her taste.
Cage
In the beginning it had been nothing but a cage. A golden cage, covered in precious jewels, but still a cage. She hated it. She felt like a bird, not only trapped, but restricted from flying as well.
So she cried, mourned over her restricted life with an ugly husband, who stubbornly tried getting her to view it as something else. But back then it meant nothing. It meant nothing what he bought her, what he did for her, or what comfort he whispered to her in the sleepless nights.
For he been the one to lock her away from the sky and therefor he was nothing but her captor.
Acid
In the beginning she had frozen anytime he touched her. She wouldn't fight him. She would just freeze while waiting for his next move.
Later, after the first time she had cried out in his arms, she had reacted on his touch as it was acid, jerking back every time he had brushed her hair out of her eyes or taken her hand. He never complained, no matter how tiring it was to have a wife he was not able to touch, but considered it progress.
At least it meant she no longer feared he would punish her for recoiling from his touch.
It was a beginning.
Floor
She was a dreamer. He often found her sitting on the balcony staring into space, or lying on the floor staring at the ceiling. Knowing she was somewhere he couldn't reach her, he let her be, knowing she'd come back sooner or later. He never asked her what she was dreaming about, thinking she would tell him if she wanted to, and she never told him how much she appreciated the space she was given.
People had never understood that her daydreams for her was something deeply personal. Something she wouldn't just share with them just because they asked.
Maybe it was because he never asked, she ended up telling him.
Desk
She grew to love her desk. He had given her her own office, which were far simpler than most of the goblins would have preferred. The desk itself was made from expensive wood, but had almost no decoration whatsoever and was turned against a huge window overlooking the valley. It was a perfect place to sit and write or draw depending on her mood, with its inspiriting view, lack of concentration stealing decorations and chair there was soft enough to be perfectly comfortable, but not so soft she felt she sank down in it.
She supposed it did have it upsides being married to a king, though she was hesitant to admit it even to herself.
