Nicole walked behind her lady, hand on the hilt of her sword and the other on her belt. She looked around the hallway they were in, peeking into the open doors and arch ways as she followed Waverly. The smaller woman turned off into a large garden. The sun was past it's mark at noon and beginning to settle behind the high walls of their castle. Waverly reached behind herself and grabbed Nicole's hand, pulling the knight behind her. She came upon the shade of a weeping willow. Nicole was shocked when the short woman pressed her against the tree forcefully. She huffed out all of her air and looked at the royal.
"What is your problem?" Nicole whispered, breathing again.
Waverly looked around for a few seconds, turning her attention back to the taller woman. She rested her hands against the chest plate of the knight and looked into her eyes. Nicole brought the woman up into a kiss, holding her jaw with both hands. Waverly got up on her tiptoes and kissed back, wrapping her arms around the other woman's neck. They parted after a few moments and held onto each other. Waverly dropped her head, closing her eyes while Nicole looked down at the young royal. Waverly shook her head and backed away. Nicole walked closer, catching Waverly's waist.
"I'll catch you if you fall." She said, focusing only on Waverly's eyes.
Waverly looked up at the knight and smiled, "My brave knight, you may catch me, but you can't protect me."
Waverly's smiled changed to a grimace as she walked back to her room. She passed the different halls and people, the world spinning as she felt her thoughts sprinting at 100 kilometers an hour. She leaned against the wall to her room and pulled her legs to her chest, tucking her head into the space between her rolled up body. Waverly thought of her love for the knight, smirking at her idiocy in her heart. She sighed and thought again, looking into her memorization of Nicole, her eyes, nose, chin, and dimples. The dimples that differed her smile from others. Someone kicked her, maybe not a kick, but a hard nudge.
"What're you doing, baby girl?" Wynonna asked, sliding down against the wall to sit next to her.
"Just thinking."
"About what?"
"Things… things that would be confusing to you and anyone else."
"What are those confusing things?"
"I think I might love someone." Waverly started, looking at her sister. "Not I think, I know."
"Why is it so confusing?"
Waverly sighed and leaned against her sister. "This is a love that could ruin our family's reputation and possibly knock us out of our place."
"I can assure you that whatever your love is, it can't be worse than what I've done to disgrace our name, or our ancestors. Listen," Wynonna began, wrapping an arm around her little sister, "we come from a long line of adulterers, killers, and crooks. There is honestly nothing worse that you could do to our name." Waverly smiled as Wynonna stroked her head, kissing her forehead. "So, who is the controversial guy?"
"Just… a person."