AN: K, mostly, w/some V. M rating.
This.
This is where we met.
This is where I saw you first, a stern look in those unforgettable blue eyes as you chased after your wayward monarch. I told you, 'Must be difficult having a bundle of curiosity for a princess.' The day was clear and bright, with the scent of roses perfuming the air.
This is where we discussed strategy, love, honor, and above all, duty. You impressed me with your deep understanding of the various planetary conflicts. You laughed at me when I wouldn't yield to your attempts at humor. Your comprehension of what it was to serve - without question, without yield, struck a chord deep within me. You were nothing what you seemed.
This is where I fell in love with you. As much as I steeled myself against emotions, you broke through. You were intelligent, a goddess in your own right – what choice did I have in the matter? How was it that you chose me? What did you see? I, the man who had no time or energy for the emotion, found myself consumed.
This is where we made love for the first time – a stolen tryst during the engagement ball between our prince and princess. I couldn't wait longer and neither could you. The frantic embraces we had shared up until then were not enough. I had your dress around your waist and your clever hands had me out of my trousers before either of us could question the sanity of our actions. I took you hard against this tree, both of us grasping for breath while your nails scored my back. When you cried out and I followed immediately, utterly spent, you tasted like sunshine.
This is where you told me of rumors – terrible things that I couldn't believe. You attempted to get me to understand, but I wouldn't listen. The red witch had already stolen me away from you.
This is where we met again - a battlefield unlike all others. You, a warrior goddess with tears in her eyes and a sword in her hand. You were breathing heavily, looking at me with some emotion I could not comprehend. Against some part of myself screaming against the action, I came after you. You parried, we sparred – cutting into the other, carving away until dual fatal blows were dealt.
This is where we passed to Hell, Heaven or whatever destination the cauldron had in mind for our poor souls.