Hey guys! I'm SO sorry I haven't updated! I've been sick and just went on a camp so I didn't have time to write. Special thanks to jfourrian1 for favouriting my story, it really made my day. Please review and enjoy. I'm alternating the POV's of Aimee and Tedros all throughout the chapter. I hope you enjoy it. I'm aiming for 20 reviews, and if we achieve it I'll publish an extra chapter. Enjoy!
Part 7, Tedros
I stared down at Aimee. Her last words rang in his head.
"She loved you." Had she? Had their Mother really loved him? Despite abandoning him? Somehow Tedros knew the answer. He looked down at his younger sister and his peace was flooded with panic. He put his head to Aimee's chest. Unconcious. Breathing. He himself breathed a sigh of relief. He scooped her up in his arms, and walked back to the castle, calling for a servent as he went. He finally made it to Aimee's room and had the servent walking alongside him open it. He found a nervous Agatha rocking back and forth on the bed on either side flanked by two servents, who were soothing her, Agatha turned around at the sound of the door opening and made a strangled sound. "Tedros! What happened? Is she all right?" The wolf in the corner growled at him and whined when it saw Aimee in his arms. Tedros reassured Agatha as the two servents that had been comforting her came over. Tedros smiled in relief. It was Kat and Martha, two of his most trusted servents, and if he was honest almost like family. Martha was all Kat had, so Agatha and Tedros had sort of adopted her into their family. They had been as proud as Martha when she got her letter. They couldn't wait for the baby to come. They wanted their baby to grow up knowing Martha as their grandmother and Kat as their Aunt. And now the baby even had a real Aunt! But not an uncle, Tedros thought sadly. He had always wanted to have a brother, and now he found out he had one, only to also find out that that brother had died not even three weeks before. But right now Tedros had to focus on what he had. And he had a sister. A sister who needed him.
Aimee
Aimee woke up to a cold sponge on a forehead. She opened her eyes groggily and saw Tedros's concerned face hovering inches from hers.
"Watcha doing?" She grumbled. Tedros's face lit up.
"You're awake!" He put his head over his shoulder and called out. "Guys! She's awake!" Aimee sat up, only to be engulfed in a hug, that she was surprised to see, came from Tedros. He was whispering in her ear. "I couldn't lose you too." Aimee smiled and hugged him closer. Suddenly they were knocked apart by a white furry shape. Tessa snuggled close to her and purred. She saw Tedros's expression and laughed. "Tedros, this is Tessa. Tessa, this is Tedros." Tedros reached out a tentative hand and stroked Tessa's fur. She arched her back up into his hand and purred again. Aimee let out another laugh. "I think she likes you after all!" Tedros gave the wolf a grudging smile. Their moment was soon interupted by Martha, who after giving Aimee a large hug and seeing that the princess was all right began telling her off for running away, much to everyone's amusement.
Agatha called out from behing Martha. "Aimee! It's time to pack your bags! We will be leaving in about..." She glanced at the grandfather clock in the corner, "ten minutes." And with that everyone but Kat left, including Tessa, who was following after Tedros like a hopeful puppy.
"Hey, are you all right?" Kat asked, concerned.
"Yeah," Aimee replied, "but I feel like someone ran me over with a cheese grater." She groaned. "So, what do I need to pack?"
"Well, I've already packed, and I guess you just pack all personal belongings, some of the non-frilly clothing supplied for you that you would actually wear, toiletries and make-up are on your bedside table, courtesy of Lady Sophie, and our uniforms are supplied there," Kat listed. "Oh, and Tedros had some clothes made for you without Sophie or Agatha knowing, so I think you'll find those in the cupboard as well, and probably more to your liking." She grinned. "I'll see you outside and dressed in five minutes!" Five minutes? Aimee swore. She'd better get started. She began by getting dressed. Her torn, bloodied, and now tear-stained clothes really weren't fit to be seen. She opened the closet and her mouth fell open at the array of pink, frilly dresses. A not was pinned to one of them.
-I took the time to get you some clothes. Love, Lady Sophie (And Dean of Evil)
You had to be kidding. Then she saw two boxes underneath. One was white, the other black. She opened the black one first. The clothes were obviously from Agatha. They were dark, earthy colours, and Aimee did note that there wasn't any pink. But as she pulled the clothes out, she saw that they were all dresses. At least they weren't frilly. She chose four dresses. One hit her mid-thigh, and was plum purple. It had a dipping v-neck, and a ribbon of darker purple that was sewn straight down from the collor to the waist line, where the skirt poofed out. She swore not to wear it, and only chose it because Agatha had pinned a note to it saying that it was one of her favourites. The second was a silky rich brown, and went to just under her knees. It was actually a nightgown, with long sleeves and a modest collar. The third was a good dress, dove grey and silky, floor-length and sleeveless that hugged her curves and actually made her look like a girl, one that Aimee thought she might actually wear. In a life or death situation. Like a ball. The last and final one was Aimee's favourite. It was a moss green hunting dress, with a lace up back and long sleeves. It was accompanied with a pair of boots that were comfortable and light. It came to just above her ankles. She put the four dresses in the black trunk, alongside the make-up and toiletries, and her own photo. It showed Angus, laughing, giving Aimee a piggy-back in a lovely clearing that was almost impossible to find in the woods. Tessa was jumping at Angus's heels, trying to reach her. She smiled tenderly as she placed it in the trunk. She turned back to the closet, and opened the final box. And grinned. Trust Tedros to deliver. There was a collection of comfortable looking shirts, all plain black, grey, or white, and some pairs of jeans that varied in colour from denim to black. There was also some clean, plain, non-frilly undergarments that caused Aimee to sigh in relief. She put some on, as well as a pair of denim jeans and a black shirt. She laced up her new boots, re-braided her hair, placed her locket around her neck, and sheathed her dagger. She dumped the rest of the clothes in the trunk, and saw to her surprise that there were more items down the bottom. She picked up the first one. It was a strange shape, wrapped in light blue fabric. She took it off and gasped. It was a beautiful handcrafted bow, made of dark wood, and engraved with beautiful patterns. Accompanying it was a quiver of just as beautiful arrows. She slung both the quiver of arrows and the bow over her shoulder. She picked up the next item. It was a goeorgeous hooded cape, black as night, that came to her ankles and looked perfect for the hunt. She fastened it at its clasp and picked up the last and final item. It was again black, but this time it was a dress. It was floorlength, and had a halter-neck, and was as silky as Tessa's fur. It had patterned lace long sleeves, and flowed out from the waist. It looked light as air. Accompanying the dress was a pair of matching patterned fishnet stockings and some bad ass boots that gave the elegent dress an awesome twist. She placed these last items in the trunk and looked down in the box to see a note stuck to the bottom.
-Aimee,
Thank you. I wanted to give you some gifts, to show that I do care for you. I always felt like there was something missing. I guess my fairytale is never going to end. The first gift, the bow, is one of a matched set of three. They were crafted by the seven dwarfs themselves, for Arthurs three children, for as you know, it is custom in Camelot for royals to birth three. I have the eldest bow, Betula, you have the middle bow, Salix, and Angus would have had the youngest bow, Quercu. The cape was our mothers, as was the dress. She would have wanted you to have them. I know you have strong magic, so please use your magic to preserve this note until you find Angus again. I know that is a slim hope, but if you do find him, bring it out and cast the spell: transmutare in pristina forma. You will understand when when the spell it complete.
Love, Tedros.
Aimee smiled and with a wave of her hand muttered, "Custodi," preserving the note and floating it into the trunk. And with another wave of her hand her trunk lid slammed closed and floated behind her out of the room and onto the grounds to say farewell.
Tedros
Tedros stood with his arm around Agatha, looking out at the scenery before him. He could see the freshly mown grass, and the flowers he had planted himself. They were midnight blue, and he'd chosen them especially because they'd reminded him of the blue forest. He sighed and turned to Agatha. "In a way, I miss school." She smiled at him.
"I understand. We were so innocent and inexperienced. And we were completely unaware that one day we would be famous. Like, reaaally famous." She was right. Every day they would get tourists lining up at the castle gates, hoping to catch a glimpse of Sophie or Agatha. They really annoyed Martha, who would sometimes entertain them after a particularly busy day with an hour long rant about how people were too curious for their own good. Aimee arriving had certainly raised attention. He looked down at his hand, in which he was holding a silver band. He heard voices across the clearing and looked up to see Martha, Kat and Tessa crossing the area. Kat was lugging a large sky blue trunk with an engraved K on it, and was talking animatedly to her mother, while Tessa brushed against Martha's legs adoringly. As they neared, Tedros saw that Kat was wearing one of Agatha's favourite dresses, a long dark purple hunting dress. He knew that Kat was like a sister to Agatha, and how Agatha wished to make Kat the godmother of their child. They finally reached them, laughing. Tedros looked at them in envy. He had never been as close with his mother or father as Kat was with Martha. He regretted not making an effort to spend much time with them. Now they were both gone. A voice broke him out of his thoughts. "Tedros?" It was Kat.
"Uh, yeah?"
"Are you okay? You seem kinda distant." She sounded concerned.
"I'm fine," he said. Kat didn't look convinced, and niether did Agatha and Martha, but he flashed them a classic cocksure grin, and they let it go. There was a light thud behind him and he turned to see Aimee touch down on the ground in an elegent crouch and straighten, her trunk floating down behind her. She grinned at him, brushing back the hair that had come down into her face. "I couldn't find the way out, so I climbed onto the roof to get a birds-eye view, and when I saw you I jumped." She shrugged modestly as she said it, but Tedros could detect a hint of pride in her voice. She had obviously trained hard to achieve the ability to jump from that height. And she had probably used the assistance of magic. Kat was looking at her in awe. "That was awesome! Can you teach me to do that?"
Aimee looked pleased. "Sure." Tedros cleared his throat.
"You two will be leaving soon. Do you guys want to go first class or normal?" Aimee and Kat exchanged a look. Aimee spoke up.
"We want to go normal, so that we can meet more people."
"Plus," Kat added, "we don't want to give people a first impression of us being snobs." Aimee rolled her eyes. It was clear she didn't really care what people thought of her. They turned to leave but Tedros called after them. "Wait! Aimee, I have something to give you." She turned to him. He suddenly felt uncomfortable. "As you are a princess, it is custom for you to be crowned in a ceremony. You will receive your silver tiara then. For now, you shall wear a simple training band, but it will symbolise your alliance to Camelot." He cleared his throat. "Aimee of Camelot, kneel." Aimee knelt before him and he lowered the band onto her head. She rose and he smiled at her. She embraced him, and when they separated he noticed that she was wearing the cloak, and that she had Salix slung over her shoulder. "You like the cloak?"
"It's awesome. And I'll wear the band and the bow with pride. I am proud to be your sister. Proud of you." They stood side by side as they watched Kat hug Martha and Agatha, and then she came and gave Tedros one too, and then Martha and Agatha both gave Aimee a hug, and then Aimee gave Tedros one last hug and whispered a last few words into his ear before walking with Kat and Tessa across the clearing and being sucked into the ground. Tedros watched this with a smile playing on his lips, her words ringing in his head.
Mother would have been proud of you too.
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