a/n ehem...beware
The decision to return to Camelot was a rough one, lasting long into the early morning as the rest of the emergency tents were pitched in the ashes of Camelon. Tedros was still shaken up, refusing to sleep anywhere next to where the cottage had burned down and made sure their tent was as far away from anything that could catch fire should a spark still be present. Agatha agreed with him, also wanting to be away from the fire and both remained wary when the campfire was sparked.
Going off of three hours of sleep, they packed up camp and prepared to head back to the safety of Camelot for any discussion of war that would be waged on the enemy of the year. After being secured in the carriage, both royals tried valiantly to complete duties before dozing off and waking when the St. David's home was reached. Exiting the carriage and looking upon the mansion, both knew of what was going to happen and from the pointed expression of Chaddick and Sophie, most of the brigade did as well.
They were married and in love, so they didn't really care anymore.
If they would be left alone after thinking the other died, then let people think.
So as soon as they crossed the threshold of room that was given to them, the door was locked and hands were in hair and on waists. Neither said anything as lips sought each other out, the clasp of sword belts being undone as the swords of royalty crashed to the ground. Agatha said nothing as Tedros began to unbutton her blouse, pressing his lips to the skin that slowly became available, her own hands working on his belt as the articles of clothing continued to join the swords on the floor.
"I thought I lost you." Tedros said softly, pressing a kiss to her ear as he raised his arms, letting her pull his shirt off. "I thought that you were gone--that a war had taken you from me." He continued, pressing a kiss to her lips as he continued to pull at the strings of her corset.
"It's going to take more than a little fire to kill me." Agatha whispered in return, smiling as she batted his hands away to pull the strings faster. "Especially when I'm surrounded by enough witches for a séance." She yanked the strings out and let herself be kissed once more, aware that there had been far to much talking in the past day and a half and all they really needed was each other, as that's what near-death experiences brought with them when you were anxious and in love.
"I wish you would never die." Tedros breathed, looking at her; framing his hands around her face. "You can't die." He said seriously, although it was hard to take him that seriously with his flushed face and bruised lips, shirtless while she was fueled with the desire to be with him. She wasn't exactly in the mood for deep conversation, but something in his eyes made her heart ache, a desperate fear and sadness rushing through the crystalline blue; an impending storm.
"You can't leave me either." She whispered, opening up to her own fear. It was a pestering reminder; the idea that in another life, she could've lost him to a beheading or worse, sickness. She closed her eyes, bringing her forehead to his as they both breathed silently, resting in the tension as they clung to each other and made promises they knew the other couldn't keep.
It was only a moment though a moment where they were faced with the darkness of the world until it became to much to bear and then they were kissing again, scared once more that the other was missing or would disappear without any trace. She pulled him impossibly closer as they stood in the middle of the darkened room until they began to move, Tedros guiding her to a bed as they both leant into the (more acceptable) passions of the night.
The next morning brought with it the chill of early fall. She shivered slightly, rolling more into the heat source of the bed, aware of the soft laugh that came from it. She opened her eyes, smiling when she saw Tedros watching her, blue eyes bright against the grey light of the pale dawn. She closed her eyes once more, basking in the silence that she wasn't often blessed with. She heard Tedros' sigh, one of contentment instead of annoyance.
"Don't you ever wish this was how every morning could happen?" Tedros whispered almost like he was scared to make a noise and admit that they would have to leave in a few minutes. That they would have to get up and face the reality of being figureheads in a war that neither wanted to fight; believing that too many casualties had already been lost in the short amount of time it took to amass a following in Maxwell's sense. It was also scary to know Maxwell had amassed an army and was willing to go to extreme lengths to prove his point: killing an innocent little girl just the other day.
"That would be nice, would it not?" Agatha muttered, stretching the way Reaper often did in the mornings. "If we were in Gavaldon, this is how we would wake up, although the bed would be far firmer and it would've been a little colder..."
"If I was with you, I would sleep on the ground." Tedros buried his face into her shoulder. "I would keep you warm in the nights and every morning, I would give you a kiss before I would leave to do whatever job it was we had."
"I would probably push you away every time you kissed me--"
"Not much change from now." Tedros snorted, pressing a kiss to her cheek. She pushed his face away like she did every morning, giving him a playful glare at his interruption. "Sorry, continue love." He gave her a small smile and settled back into her shoulder.
"Most of the jobs that you could do would start well before the sun was up and you'd have to make breakfast before you left. That calls for a 4:30 call time if you want anything worth eating. If you really loved me, you would make me some breakfast too."
"Agatha, my cooking's shit." Tedros whispered, pulling away to look affronted.
"That's what happens when you have people do everything for you, babe." Agatha rolled her eyes. "You should know that if we did live our hypothetical peasant life, you would have to do more than accounting. You would be doing hard labor like farming or something else. You would be doing cooking and cleaning because I refuse to do everything."
"Alright, so we know what I would do. What would you do, my wife?" Tedros posed, rolling away and looking at the low ceiling; the estate rather small compared to their castle. It was more comfortable in Agatha's opinion. The ceiling was interesting as well, telling the story of some queen; an Iceni warrior if Agatha was recalling the crash course in rulers correctly. She had an interesting name...Boudicca? Boadicea? She couldn't remember at the moment.
"To be honest, if we lived in Gavaldon, I don't think I'd be able to do anything." She whispered. "Not many people enjoyed my company and I'd be surprised if they even let us marry. They would've probably burned me at the stake for witchcraft or something."
"Agatha..." Tedros' voice was tense. His hand found hers and he threaded their hands together, obviously remembering the fire a few days prior.
"Sorry." Agatha mumbled, closing her eyes and trying to erase the awful village elders. "If we were living in a better world, I suppose I would try to find a job to do; most likely in apothecary like my mother. If we were on good terms, I might make you lunch and take it to you." She opened her eyes once more, now in the spat of her mind that allowed her dreams to flourish. "I would also make dinner with whatever we had."
"And our children?" Tedros' voice was soft. She was silent since they didn't often talk of children. She knew they were both relatively indifferent and agreed that having them later in life would be best.
"If we had children, they would help me gather things until they were old enough to get their own jobs. They'd probably have to share a big bed and would bicker endlessly but would always quiet down when you got home--"
"Debatable. I think they'd stop arguing for you and not me. I have such a short temper, we'd all just be shouting. You, you're quiet and you stew. You're scary."
"Thanks, Tedros." Agatha said dryly.
"And now you're delivering the sass." Tedros scoffed, sitting up and looking at her. "You know I'm right."
"I know you're right, but I'm supposed to feel loved when my own husband finds me scary?" Agatha snickered, reaching up and pulling him to her, brushing her nose against his. "How scary am I in your opinion?"
"Oh, quite." Tedros smiled, leaning down and pressing a kiss to her lips. Agatha pulled him into her, kissing him harder as they tried to enjoy the remainder of their peace before they had to get back to Camelot.
"You two really have no shame, don't you?" Hester's voice sounded from behind the door. The couple jumped apart and looked at the wooden door with matching glares, pulling the sheets more over them as the doors creaked open, the Coven peering their heads in before being shoved in by Sophie. "Romping at eight in the morning. Is he really that good, Agatha?" The head witch sneered.
"You guys couldn't've knocked on our door, why?" Agatha grumbled, flushing red at the invasive question.
"We did and no one responded so you were either asleep or doing frivolous things." Anadil said softly, looking around the decent sized room. "Both of which had to stop because we're heading out soon and someone is quite anxious to return to Camelot." The albino witch said with a glare at Sophie.
"Is it really such a crime that I want to see my sister safe?" Sophie tittered, eyes wide as she looked at (all) the questionable looks that were thrown her direction. Rolling her eyes this time, she began to pick up the discarded clothing and threw them onto the bed. "I do care for Aggie, you know. Seeing her safe is part of my desire to return to Camelot."
"I believe it's everyone's desire to see Agatha to safety." Dot said. "I can list so many occasions that would've ended differently had she been confined somewhere. No offense." The rounded girl said with a wide smile.
"I am not that volatile." Agatha grumbled, elbowing Tedros' rib without looking at the knowing look on his face. She didn't even need to turn to know he was agreeing. "I can fight my own battles if I so wish. How many wars have I won?" She continued, looking around the room.
"Well, not you alone." Hester said, crossing her arms. "You had a lot of help from Nevers and Evers. That's a feat and was still quite dangerous to do. It still baffles me, to this day, your desire to die and poke sticks at people who could kill you with a simple snap of their fingers."
"I can't help it people who want to kill me tend to love me. I guess I have a lovable aura around me." Agatha shrugged.
"Or you are just so resilient that any attempt on your life would fail." Anadil muttered, the fire once more flashing through everyone's mind. "I'm beginning to think you're a min character or something. You can't die because if you did, the story wouldn't go on and something out there wants you to continue living your Ever-After." She made a face.
"If there is something out there," Sophie interjected, "I'm sure I'm a better main character." She threw a curl over her shoulder and made a face when she looked at the rising sun. "Get dress, the both of you. We're leaving in five minutes. I don't want to be here any longer than I have to be." She then turned and ushered the witches out, leaving the royal couple alone, in a broken peace, for the last time in a long time.