Letters
-Santana-
Dearest Brittany,
Two months I have been gone. Two months I have been away from your sweet smile, your soft giggle, bright azul eyes and golden locks. Two months without you, is hard. I know you will not recieve this letter, for it is far too risky to actually send it to you, but it is all I have keeping me sane. We have been fighting hard these past four weeks, and have lost many good men. Most of them from the army of Lothian. But Sir Nelson took an arrow through the throat, his infection had just cleared, he was so happy about being fit for battle, but the arrow took it from him. It tore its way through his neck and he died in my arms, he died choking and bleeding and it hit me. How scary and serious this all is. I have only ever fought once before, and that fight was simple, when Azimio died I was busy with the King. I did not see it. But holding Nelson in my arms, it was horrible. I cannot wait until I return to your sweet embrace, when it gets hard here I allow my thoughts to drift back to that day. Before I left. I regret leaving you. I cannot keep you safe while I am away from you. I wish so badly now to hold you in my arms, feel your lips against my own. How I miss you. But I shall return. Soon. We have a counsel with King Jesse today and we will get him to surrender his Kingdom. I am sure that will please Arthur, even though I no longer respect the bastard. I will return as soon as I can to protect you, I hope he has treated you kinder since my departure. One can only hope. I am sorry to say that I have yet to see any unicorns either, it appears that they are hiding from me.
All my love,
Santana.
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-Two Months before-
I awoke in the late morning. I was nervous. We were leaving today. I had spent the day preparing for the travel, a large knot winding its way in my stomach. I could not shake the thought of something bad happening from my mind. The day went so slow, but after lunch I ran straight to the tree, waiting for her, and hoping she'd come soon. I did not have to leave for quite a few hours yet, but I found that from the moment I awoke I could not stop thinking about my beautiful blonde queen. I was lucky. She arrived shortly after me, panting as though she had run to be with me.
'Brittany?' I asked as she appeared from behind the long branches.
'San.' She ran into my arms. 'I have missed you.' She seemed so sad.
'You only saw me yesterday...'
'Aye, but it felt too long.' She looked like she was going to cry at any moment.
'Aye, I know my love, but we are together now, may I kiss you?' I asked nervously. She grabbed me and kissed me passionately, excitedly as though she was trying to make up for something. 'Brittany? What is it?' I pushed her off of me so I could look into her eyes, she was crying. 'Britt? Britt my love, what is the matter?' I hugged her and she sobbed on my shoulder. I sat down in the dirt and cradled her in my arms.
'I do not love Arthur, San. I cannot stand being forced to stay with him and be with him. I'm scared San, of what he does...'
'Brittany? What do you mean? He does not... force you does he?' I am probably confusing her words, Artie would not do... that. Would he? She nodded slowly.
'Aye, h-he does. Pretty much e-every n-night now. No one else knows a-about it, I am so, so scared though, y-you are the only p-person I trust, that I feel safe around. Not even E-Elizabeth knows. She just leaves me alone with him. I am terrified S-San.' She leant into the crook of my neck and cried even harder. I felt a rage boil deep within me. How dare he defile her. She is innocence, light and perfection and he has taken it upon himself to ruin her. That bastard, I shall have his dick for this, he will regret ever daring to look upon her sweet face, let alone to touch her. She does not deserve this. She deserves only love and affection. I growled angrily.I think Brittany noticed the anger on my face as she quickly grasped my shirt. 'Do not tell anyone, please, and do not do anything foolish. I know what he is doing is wrong, but he is the King. He shall have us both killed. I just needed to tell someone, please calm down.' I wanted to get up that very moment, I wanted to forget all about Adrenalide, about the Kingdom. I wanted nothing more than to scoop Brittany into my arms and run. Run far away from Camelot and the Southern Kingdoms, run past the Northern Kingdoms and across the Rogue Territories. I wanted to run with her far, far away. Where I could protect her every day and night, hold her in my arms and care for her. But I could not, I had to settle for this.
'Fine. I will not. But you have to promise me one thing.'
'Aye, anything.'
'You will tell Elizabeth. I have only met her once, but I know how she cares for you. I am sure that she will be able to do something, anything to help you. Please?'
After a short while she replied. 'Aye my love, if that is what you wish.' I kissed her soft hair and held her close. We stayed that way. We laid under the tree, her lying peacefully in my arms as I stroked her hair and caressed her arms. It was sweet and peaceful, but before long, it was over. I had to go. I had to prepare for a long journey ahead. I needed to get my armour on and collect Sue and Rory before heading to the front gates to begin my long and arduous journey. I sighed and sat up, pulling Brittany with me. It was growing dark, the sun slowly setting.
'I must go...' I whispered looking at the floor and willing my tears to be gone before they crept their way down my cheeks.
'Must you? Can you not stay, just a little longer?'
'Nay. I must go now. But I promise that I will return as soon as I am able. I will return to you.' I kissed her slowly, lovingly and tried to make it last as long as I could, our tongues softly caressing each other as we tried to convey all of our feelings to each other. We pulled away and rested our foreheads together. 'I love you.' I whispered.
'I love you too.' She pressed a soft kiss to my lips and we departed, not to see each other for a few months. Even a day was too long without her company. I was sure I was going to go insane.
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-Puck-
Dearest Morgana,
I know that you told me not to contact you once we had left, but I could not resist it. I miss you so, you are the only maiden that has ever made me feel this way. I swear it is love. The plan is still in motion, after we poisened the King I was sure we were to be discovered. I am on edge everyday, but it seems that so far we have yet to be found out. As you told me, I have been watching Sir Lancelot carefully, she is writing each day. Letters. She has been storing them in her horses pouch. I retrieved one last night, they are addressed to someone named Brittany? I myself do not know who that is, but she seems to dislike the King. I shall try to question her on it to get more information, but I do not know why. I hope you are well my sweet, being gone for so long is torture. Being away from you, without your gentle kisses and tender touches. If you know what I mean. Anyway, we are to return to Camelot soon, so I sincerely hope that you and I can celebrate my return and our impending victory.
Yours,
Prince Mordred Puckerman.
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-Brittany-
Dearest Santana,
Two months you have been away from me, and I miss you so. Arthur is still being his cruel callous self, although not as often as before, I have never been more grateful for a certain time of the month than I am right now. Except. I am not. It has not come yet. I am fearful, I have been throwing up mornings and I cannot keep my food down. I fear that I am pregnant. Beiste gave me a check yesterday, and said to get some bed rest and that if the symptoms further over the next few days then it is true and I am carrying Arthurs child. I should be happy. I know Arthur will be, I will have possibly produced an heir, but I feel guilty and sick of the thought of carrying something that is his inside of me. I know it is not possible, but I would much rather the child be yours, my love. Everyday I am scared that we will hear news that you have failed, I know you will return victorious, such is the only possibiliy when someone is as brave and noble as you, but still. I am fearful that you will be slain, and I will have lost you. Please stay safe and return to me soon.
All my love,
Brittany.
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A/N Hey, I know it's only short but there's chapter eight, nine? Whatever, as usual please review and I hope you liked it! Thanks to everyone who has faved/followed and reviewed already, you guys are AWESOME. I hope you liked the letters idea? Let me know, as I may touch upon this in future chapters if needed, it's not as though I can have them texting all the time :)
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P.S You may have noticed I changed the fic name? I think it's better no?