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We still always get along

"We literally always get along"

Exiled.

After years of unwavering, faithful service protecting Their Highness…all because she’d grown to love Their Majesty in more than a friendly sense; how was she to know that they were betrothed to another? It wasn’t anything that had been discussed, so how could Magdalena have suspected? Their Majesty had seemed as flabbergasted as she when the wedding announcement was made by their father, but there was nothing to be done for it, and it wasn’t as if Their Highness knew of her true feelings…or so she thought.

It began the very night of the decree - they had requested her presence in their private chambers, where they broke down, confided that had no desire to marry the Princess Evangeline, clinging to her like a child as they so often did as she did her best comfort them through her own pain, her face an impassive mask as she bit back her own tears; murmuring that perhaps one day Their Highness could grow to love the Princess.

Magdalena didn’t anticipate Their Majesty seeing past her placid expression to anguish lurking behind it, nor the kiss that followed as they pledged their love for her, and her alone; her protests of the impropriety, the distance between their stations silenced by another kiss as Their Highness pulled her to them, muting any weak argument the Kingsguard could make, the words dying behind passionate lips.

However, their was no stopping the marriage, and soon enough, Their Majesty was wed to the princess and Evangeline made it no secret her distaste for Their Highness’s female knight, stating that she was more a threat to the throne than a protector of it; Magdalena couldn’t argue, especially given that only an hour before the wedding, she and Their Majesty had had what was to be their final romantic liaison.

Their Highness, however, continued to insist upon their therapy sessions with the Kingsguard, clinging to her tightly, as she did her best not to waver - it was so difficult…being so close to the one you love and not being able to touch them as you liked; their feelings were mutual on the matter it seemed as after several months of denial, Their Majesty tried to kiss her as she left their chambers, and she had to stop them, bringing a hand to their lips before they met hers, and telling Their Highness she couldn’t, no strength or conviction behind her words as they gently laced their fingers around her wrist, pressing soft kisses against her palm.

Evangeline had spied them as Magdalena gave in and dropped her hand to allow Their Majesty to kiss her properly, embracing one another tenderly only to be ripped apart by knights, the Kingsguard condemned to death by the princess; she couldn’t dispute the charges of treason against her either - Magdalena’s affair with the future ruler was treason, and she knew it.

Their Highness pled for her life, and their words reached the King it would seem, but Evangeline was unswayed and stated simply that if Magdalena was to be allowed to live, she should be taken to where Their Majesty and she would never meet again…and the King agreed and thus, here she sat…ripped away from all she had known and held dear, labeled as an embodiment of sin, all because she had fallen in love with Their Highness Camden.

She still wept for them years later, living in the woods that now served as her home, rarely encountering anyone or anything as Magdalena endured her punishment, certain she would never lay eyes on her love again; she was gathering roots to make a stew as the poisonous thoughts found her again, making her weep, when the sound of many hoofbeats met her ears, making the former Kingsguard raise her head.

Flags flying with the royal emblem, along with several Knights and…Camden filled her vision, and for a moment, she felt like she was dreaming, until Their Majesty spoke; they asked her simply if she knew where the nearest village was and she felt her heart sink…they didn’t recognize her at all, and why should they? Her hair in tangled and her skin stained with earth…it was no small wonder, and she bit back tears, pointing silently in the direction of the town, and not daring to speak - Magdalena had already done more than enough damage, and no matter how much it hurt, she couldn’t drag Their Highness down any further.

They murmured their thank you’s and began to ride off as she gathered her basket and began to make her way back to her hovel when rushing footstep came from behind her and a pair of hand whipped her around by the shoulders - Camden; they peered at her face as she shook in their grip, begging inwardly for them not to recognize her as they lifted a hand to her face, brushing away the unruly hair the covered the scar that tore down her face and the blinded eye, fingers shaking against her skin as Their Majesty pulled her into a tight embrace, tears streaking down her face as four words left Camden’s lips:

"I finally found you."

Magdalena’s trembling arms wrapped around their waist as she buried her face in their chest, sobbing unrestrained as she held them, feeling Camden’s body quake as they cried as well, bringing a hand to her chin to draw her gaze upwards to them as they brought their lips to hers, kissing her through the tears as she brought herself up on tiptoe to deepen the kiss; forgetting themselves in the happiness of the reunion, until reality struck her and she pushed them gently off her.

"Y-you need to go." she hiccuped, wrapping her arms tightly around herself as she shook violently, "It was y-your f-father and l-lady wife’s decr-cree we are n-never to m-meet again…y-you’ll be punished…w-we can’t-!"

"I have n-no wife!" Camden replied quickly, voice shaking as they struggled to regain their composure and failed as more tears escaped, "She was a p-part of a conspiracy to usurp the throne…sh-she tried to poison my father…Evangeline…she tried to have m-me killed too…she was executed two years ago, and…and I’ve been looking for you since your exile…I need you beside me, Magdalena. I’m unfit to rule…without you there to ground me."

Magdalena continued to tremble as Their Majesty approached her and once more took her in their arms, “Return with me, Magdalena…th-that’s…that’s an order…my beloved.” Camden murmured, burying their face in her hair as they had so often had in the past as she let her shaking arms wind around their waist once more.

"A-as you wish…Your Majesty." she mumbled into their coat before her face was tilted upwards again for another passionate, tearful kiss before the pair walked hand in hand back the Camden’s awaiting horse; she was quickly reinstated as Kingsguard by Their Highness’s father and given a full pardon…and an apology.

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deathrage22:

Here you go sweetie ^^ I hope you like it.

Good thing Aiden is a engineer, he fixed cam and he made him a cape for being the best camera. :)

Again I hope you like it :3