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Chapter 29: Reunited

Adrien snorted, cheekily stating, "Well, yes, I have to tell my parents who the future princess is going to be." Adjusting himself, he was able to lean his back against the tree and hold her tightly in his arms. "Believe it or not, my father was impressed and told me that I had his blessing of choosing whomever I wished."

Marinette was shocked with disbelief, gasping, "What?!"

Adrien chuckled dryly. "I know. I couldn't believe it either, but it's true. We have the Monarch's permission to marry if we wish to." This alone is what had motivated him to keep going. This very moment where he was able to declare himself to her; he was hers forever; his body and soul belonged to her.

Marinette blushed furiously from his words, waiting for him to continue.

Steadying himself, he dreamily spoke, "You're all I will ever want, Marinette. Your inner and outer beauty surpasses any eligible maiden in the kingdom - hell, in the entire world." Smiling softly, he stared at her wet face, brimming with tear stains and those big, blue eyes filled with adoration. "I need to let you know. Everything I have ever told you is true. I love you with every fiber of my being. I am truly and utterly lost without you by my side. I want to grow old with you. I want to have a family with you and sire as many heirs as we can." He waggled his eyebrows, causing a breathless laugh to bubble from her. Taking on a serious tone again, he declared, "I want to be there for you in sickness and in health. I want to be the one who gets the privilege of waking up next to you every morning and kissing you goodnight every evening. I care about your opinions. I want you to be cross with me when I am in the wrong. I want you to sit next to me on the throne. I want you to be my rock when the world's problems become too difficult to take on alone. I could never take another woman when I have the perfect woman by my side. You make up for everything I am not, and you balance me in ways no other person could. It's you and me against the world, remember?"

Marinette's mouth was open in exasperation, hanging onto every word he professed. Her hands gripped tightly onto his shirt, clinging to him as though she was afraid, he would disappear. The irony of this being that he would never leave her, not until she cast him aside.

Reverently, he spoke, "I loved you yesterday." He kissed her forehead. "I am enraptured by you today" He kissed her right cheek. "And I will forever worship you until the ends of time." He kissed her left cheek. "Until my last breath and beyond, I will cherish you." He kissed her nose." Pulling back, he scrutinized her mannerisms. If he pushed her too far, he needed to know. Marinette was enamored by his words. Showing no signs of discomfort from his declarations, he continued. "Even if you decided from this moment on that you would not want me, I would be disheartened but understanding. I would forever be grateful for the time we had together. I would hold onto the memories of us and respect your decision if you did not wish to have me. I love you enough to let you go if that is what you desire" His heart ached with the thought that she could still reject him. His lips trembled, taking a shaky breath as he spoke his last words he needed to say. "I'm overjoyed knowing that you're safe and happy once again. I can only hope that you would want to share your life with me." Nervously, he bit his bottom lip. "Will you do me the honor of accompanying me at my celebration and allow me to introduce you to the world as Marinette, the future princess of France?"

Marinette sobbed heavily, crying out "Yes! Yes, I accept." She pressed her lips to his in a fervent manner. Their lips dancing together.

Adrien brought his hand up and tangled it in her hair, holding her head in place. He couldn't believe his own ears. His mind screaming, 'She said yes. She said yes! She said yes!!' His head swam with warmth and love. He could only hope and pray to the gods that this was real. That she said yes and was here with him now. It felt too real to be a dream. Nothing, and he meant nothing, could compare to this feeling swirling within him. Every romantic tale he ever read could take a back seat to the overwhelming joy he felt knowing that his Marinette accepted his proposal.

Forgetting where they were in the company of another, the young woman with a royal purple dress cleared her throat, smiling knowingly at their tangled form. Asserting herself, she spoke, "You must be Prince Adrien."

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The Treaty of Miraculous Nature - Chapter 28 Placating

These people were not a threat. Honestly, Nino was becoming weary of his friend. Nino sighed, looking away from Adrien.

Any man or woman would cower under the pressure of Adrien's demeanor.

Adrien nodded once in approval. Striding away from them, calling upon Nino to leave for the next town.

Adrien wasn't himself. Nino knew that.

When and if they found the girls, only the gods would be able to help those who took Marinette away from him.

If he and Adrien couldn't find the girls, Adrien might never recover from this.

There were tales of mad kings from time's past. Nino felt history was starting to repeat itself.

Adrien wasn't a madman. Adrien was...desperate and aching. This was the first time since Nino had known Adrien that he couldn't have something he wanted. He wanted Marinette home and safe. This is his way of doing all he can to ensure she would be. Nino knew Adrien blamed himself. It's why he's not thinking clearly.

Chapter 27 - Lucine

Marinette felt someone poking the middle of her forehead.

Stirring, she straightened up, opened her mouth and let out a yawn. Her shoulder had been slumped against a harder surface, and she felt an awful crick in her neck from the awkward positioning. Her mouth felt dry, and her eyes were caked with sleepy dust.

The tapping on her forehead persisted with another two finger bumps.

Marinette became increasingly annoyed, waving away the irritating taps. Scrunching her face into a grimace, she pried open her eyes into a squint, saving herself from the sunlight. Only to find her surroundings eerily darkened with no sounds accompanying her. Where am I?

She tried to remember what happened to her.

She and Aya were nabbed.

Chased by kidnappers.

Went into a spooky forest.

Kidnappers died mysteriously.

Fell asleep.

Jolting from her drowsiness, anxiety spread throughout her body. Her skin crawled. She peered into bright, vermillion eyes. She leaned back in fear from the unnerving sight before her. Marinette had never seen eyes so piercing before. Not to mention an uncommon colouring of the eyes. She felt the gaze of the eyes staring through to her soul.

There, knelt before Marinette was a woman no more than twenty years. Her raven hair was tied back in a corded silver hair bun cover. Her cheekbones lightly dusted with freckles on her pale complexion. She wore beautiful silver and diamond teardrop earrings, a choker style necklace with a large, silver and black pendant of a black cat, a gorgeous, modestly styled, Georgian royal purple dress, and silver gloves from her fingertips to the crook of her elbows. Her left gloved hand had a large onyx stone atop a silver band with small diamonds cascading around. Her right gloved hand pulled back from Marinette's face. She's beautiful. Where did she come from? Who is she?

After the initial shock wore off, Marinette had a recognition of the woman's features, yet could not seem to place where she had met her before.

The woman tilted her head, staring curiously at her. Drawling out, enunciating every syllable. "Interesting." Asking with a childlike wonder, "Are you alive?"

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He stood across from his friend. Weighing options back and forth. Should he tell him the truth? Should he lie? Should he only tell him about himself and leave Marinette out of it?

"There's only one way that I can go forward with this." He took out his knife and cut the palm of his hand. He extended the knife out to Nino to do the same. He took the knife and cut his palm.

"I, Sir Nino Lahiffe, declare I will not speak another word of this interaction as long as I shall live."

"I, Crown Prince Adrien Agreste, accept your declaration and will reveal my truths to you."

They shook their bloodied hands with one another, accepting and taking the blood oath.

Nino smirked. "Blood brothers?"

Adrien chuckled. "Blood brothers."

Asking again, Nino pressed, "So, what's with the glowing green light and costume change?"

Adrien's shoulders slumped, sighing, "Alright, I'll explain everything once we're on our way to rescue the girls. Is that okay?"

Nino smirked. "Fine with me, Blood Brother." He slapped his bloody hand against Adrien's back.

"Nino. Please tell me that was your uncut hand."

Nino grimaced. "Oops."

Adrien groaned. Some Blood Brother

Summary

One popular myth is of jewels bestowed to wielders by the Goddess of the Forest of Enchantment. Over time, people have forgotten these tales, but remnants of the originals remain. Influential, rich, royal families have crests bearing the symbols of these jewels since their powers were legendary: peacock, black cat, dragon.

A great twenty-year war was fought between the three kingdoms: Northeast, Southern and Northwest. Some say that the Tsurugi’s (Northwest kingdom) never forgave the Agrestes (Southern kingdom) nor the Graham De Vanily’s (Northeast kingdom). The Tsurugi's lost the war and the Agrestes now rule all of France. Some believe the family lies dormant, waiting for the best time to strike to reclaim the throne and what has been lost. Yes, the Tsurugi’s were able to keep their lives, a small parcel of land and their titles, but this is not enough. Nothing can ever replace what has been lost after the Treaty was signed. The day will come to pass when they will be prepared to overthrow the Agreste kingdom and claim France under the Tsurugi name. That day is coming soon.