(F/n) (l/n) was a young girl; she was born in Portugal during troubled times. When she was just 5 years old, her father died battling and, not long after, her mother also died, due to a depression because of her husband's death.
With the death of her parents, (f/n) moved to Spain where she stayed with her father's cousins. She lived in the Spanish country for quite a few years; during her time in Spain, she made a friend, it was just one friend (spanish people didn't seem too fond of portuguese people), he was a boy, around her age, with brown hair, deep green eyes and tanned skin, his name was Antonio. Antonio revealed to be a great friend, and he and (f/n) grew closer and closer as the years passed, close enough to fall in love, but one day...
(F/n) was old enough to fend for herself, and so, she had to leave, return to her country, Portugal, leaving her bestfriend behind. Although, Antonio did not let her go without the promise that they would see each other again and the promise that, when they did reunite, the love confessions they had been hiding from her family would be announced louder and with an official ceremony.
Years would pass before the two were permitted to see each other again... And it would not be in the best way...

- 1385 -

In a small village of the portuguese kingdom, the life carried on, but fear was a constant factor with the eminence of a spanish attack. This village was called Aljubarrota, it was the place where (f/n) had been born and it was the place she had returned to after leaving Spain.
(F/n) had grown into a beautiful young woman; many bachelors had tried to propose to her, but the (h/c) head always declined their requests, she hadn't forgot Antonio and still had hope that he would keep loyal to what he had promised her.

It was a sunny day and (f/n) was now making her way to the bakery, always playing with the golden pendant Antonio had presented her with years ago. Reaching the store, she entered and called out:
"Good morning, D. Brites!"
"Good morning, my dear!" responded the older woman. "Come on in, the bread is almost ready!"
"Thank you... How is your day?" wondered the girl, walking closer to the woman.
"Like usual!" she answered. "Are there any more news regarding the Spanish?"
"Not that I know of..." answered the younger female. "I have yet to go see the guards today, but I'll warn you if I discover something!" she assured as the bread-maker delivered the girl her bread.
"I'll be waiting for you then, come around later!" said the woman with a smile, leading the younger female to the door.
"I will! See you later, D. Brites!" bid the girl, before running off to visit the post of the guards. The bread-maker smiled at the form of the running girl, going back inside as the girl disappeared in a corner.
Skipping through the busy streets she went, offering a couple of words to everyone, in the direction of the post of the guard. The girl opened the building's door just as the sound of the alarm bells raised from the tower, echoing through the village and the lands around.
"(F/n)..." a portuguese warrior breathed out, having almost knocked her down as he ran to the outside. The dark-haired male grasped her shoulder and said: "Don't stay here, hide!"
"Why... I mean, what's going on?" wondered the girl in a worried tone.
"The spanish army is coming this way!" warned an older warrior who had appeared from behind the younger male. "I recommend you to hide, my dear!"
"Oh, alright..." she nodded, before running off, making the fastest way to her house while making sure to pass by D. Brites' house to warn her of the news. The older woman was quick to scurry the girl off, telling her to go home and lock down every possible entrance to prevent the enemies to go inside.
An hour had passed since (f/n) had locked her door and windows, when the first echoes of metallic blades meeting reached her ears. Hours slowly passed by with occasional bumps against the outside of her house startling her and the loud sounds of battling.
The day went by slowly, and (f/n) only opened her door and venture outside only long after the nightfall, long after the sounds of the battle had subsided to the night sounds and the not so far away sound of music and laughter, the people were undoubtingly celebrating the unexpected victory. The female carefully walked through bodies splayed all around, bodies from both sides; she gave small steps as she avoided corpses, blood pools and lost weapons, she didn't touch nor approach anything nor anyone, until, that is, she found herself in a mostly unpredictable situation...
(F/n) stopped on her tracks as the dark figure crawled towards her, obviously a wounded soldier, spanish or portuguese she did not know, but she couldn't leave the man in there in such state, besides, even if he was from Spain, no one in the village had to know.
"Help..." the faint word coming from the male's mouth brought the girl back to reality as he collapsed; hurrying, in fear of someone seeing her, she helped the man to get up and, always supporting him, she lead him to her house. Entering the small building, she dropped him in one of the beds and quickly grabbed a bowl of water, an old cloth and a few bandages.
Kneeling down next to the now fainted man, she carefully tore his shirt open and started to clean the several cuts and bruises that adorned his torso and arms, making sure not to wake him as she bandaged him with utmost care.
"Thank you." the voice echoed in her ears, it would seem that her efforts to not wake him were in vain.
"I hope so, I'm dead if they find that I'm nursing the enemy!" she huffed, continuing her work.
"Then, why are you?" he wondered, a small smile playing on his lips as he watched her playing with her golden pendant before responding:
"I... Well, it's a long story..." she sighed, her eyes closing tightly as she tried to repress emotions and old memories.
"We have time!" assured the spanish, taking the old cloth in his hands to clean his face from what dirt and blood was in there; his voice sounded familiar, but she couldn't quite put a finger to it.
"I..." she took a deep breath. "I loved a man, I still do. He is of spanish ascendancy, I don't think I could leave one of his people to their luck, not if I can help it..."
"When was the last time you saw him?" inquired the warrior.
"It was years ago, I remember it as if it was yesterday. I came back to my country with his promise of love and that we would see each other again!" blurted the (h/c) head, an unreadable look crossed the male's face, but he wasn't permitted to talk as his savior carried on: "You probably think I'm a foolish girl, all this years I haven't seen or heard anything from him, I know all the fame about your people being enchanting lovers, and yet I still have hope and trust that he will keep his promises to me!" she cried out, letting herself fall to her knees as tears spilled from her (e/c) orbs.
"How dumb can I get? I should have accepted one of those proposals, but now it's too late; and to make matters worse he probably doesn't even recall my existence!" she blurted.
"Maybe he does love you, but hasn't been able to come yet..." offered the spanish.
"What would you know?" growled the female. "You don't know anything!"
"I know more than you think, (f/n)!" assured the warrior; his voice, firmer than before, caught her attention.
"Wh... How do you know..." her gaze moved up and she finally took notice of his features. "...my name..." she ended with a whisper; more and more tears assaulted her eyes as she recognised the one she had been waiting for for years...
"ANTONIO!" she screeched, getting up and stumbling towards him.
"Sí, I'm finally here..." he nodded, taking her smaller form into a loving embrace during which he buried his face in her (h/c) tresses, murmuring words of love, while she buried her face in his chest, crying her heart out and hearing his sweet words in her ear.
"I'm so sorry for not coming before, and when I finally come is in this conditions..." he apologised, gently rocking her from one side to the other in his arms.
"I don't care about the conditions, the only thing I care about is that I can finally be with you again!" (f/n) muttered.
"Are you sure about that?" Antonio mused, raising an eyebrow ever so slightly.
"About what?" she echoed.
"Are you sure that you don't care about the conditions of my arrival?" he reformulated.
"What do you mean?" she wondered.
"I am here with you now, but you know that I, being from Spain, cannot be caught here! I will have to leave!" his statement caused a frown to take over his lover's expression, his face not exactly mirroring any sign of happiness either. After a few moments of thought, looking deeply into his green eyes, the female spoke up, breaking the uncomfortable silence:
"I'll go with you!" she stated, before her voice adopted a pleading tone as she, once more, voiced her thoughts. "Please, Antonio, let me go back to Spain with you. Please... "
Looking into her (e/c) orbs, he looked for any sign that he could persuade her to stay, but he found none. And so, with a sigh, he talked:
"If you go, you probably won't be able to come back to Portugal." he warned.
"I know..." she whispered, lacing her fingers with his. "And I want to go."
"B-but this is your home, I can't take away from the place where you belong!" he reasoned.
"You're wrong!" she responded. "The place where I belong is the place where my love is, the place where my heart is. True, my place is Portugal, it will always be my nation, my home and it will always be a part of me; but it is also true that the actual place where I am meant to be is the place where my soul and my heart are, and that place is where my love is, where you are. I belong in Spain, with you..." her logic left the man dumbfounded, he couldn't argue with something he agreed to.
"Alright, we'll leave as soon as you feel ready to, before the morning rises!" Antonio said, obtaining a nod from the girl who quickly, with his help, packed everything.
An hour was left to the sunrise, when they left the house; the streets were filled with the people just now leaving the celebrations of their victory against the spanish, the two lovers would have to be careful if they wanted to escape. Swiftly, (f/n) and Antonio moved around the busy streets, successfully avoiding any unwanted attention.
As they made it to the security of the woods, (f/n) leaned on a trunk, tired of all the running.
"We did it!" she breathed out.
"Yes, we did!" he chuckled.
"We could have gotten ourselves killed, but we did it. We really did it!" she chirped, throwing her arms around the male's torso.
"Sí, we really did..." echoed the spanish, returning his beloved's embrace. Their eyes met and both started leaning in, their lips met in a sweet oh-so-awaited kiss; their loving moment was interrupted by a shout that erupted from the village of Aljubarrota:
"They took (f/n)!" "Start looking!"
"We have to go now!" urged Antonio, taking the girl's hand in his and starting to pull her along with him.
The two lovers took off running deeper into the woods, deeper into the peninsula, in the direction of their true home, towards the start of their new life, to the place where they could always be together, even in the afterlife.