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imaginedilestrade · 7 years ago

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Unitum. (8/12)

Unitum- (Latin) United- adjective; joined together politically, for a common purpose, or by common feelings.

Summary: Two kingdoms wage war against another. You are on one side while Greg stands with another…

Warnings: mentions of fighting and blood.

A/N: SORRY NOT SORRY ABOUT THAT TWIST LAST WEEK! 😱😅 As always, I’d love to know what you guys think 😊 Have a great weekend! ❤️

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Chapter 8

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Your world suddenly stopped.

The snow was suspended in the air and the battling men around you slowed. Your chest felt as if it was concaving in on itself, your head whizzing and whirling with confusion and disbelief.

While in your trance, Greg managed to overthrow you and now he was on top of you, his sword shining and coated in blood and ready to kill you. You snapped back into reality and let go of your sword before quickly removing your helmet before Greg could stab you with his sword. “G-Greg!” You gasped as you removed your helmet.

Greg’s eyes changed, once dark with rage and fury, they grew wide with shock. Both your chests were heaving, you didn’t know what to do.

You were almost thankful hearing horns in the distance. Greg quickly got off of you and you both stood away from each other. In the distance, emerging from the mist and snow, another army. The grey knights.

You turned and saw everyone frozen in place, even though the grey knights were a small army, they could have easily slaughtered all of you.

“Fall back,” you whispered. Your eyes flickered up to Greg who’s hair was getting damp from the melted snow. “Fall back!” You screamed to your men and walked backwards away from Greg.

Greg turned towards his men “Back to the kingdom!” He bellowed and they obeyed his orders.

Your eyes were locked in Greg’s the entire time you walked backwards towards your men. You felt betrayed, then again, that would be hypocritical of you to feel like that. You had kept your heritage from him as much as he kept his from you.

“Captain?” Sebastian’s voice broke you from your thoughts.

“A single army cannot fight against the grey knights. We head back, we have to.” You explained before whistling your horse. Gallops travelled towards you and you swiftly got into your horse. You glanced up to Greg for a final time before turning around and heading back to Jim’s kingdom.

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“Y/N!” Jim uttered your name out for a third time.

You blinked out of your trance and looked up to your brother “Yes my lord?” Your monotonic voice made him raise a brow.

“What is the matter?” He asked and reached for your hand.

“I failed you, I’ve failed this kingdom…” you whispered as tears pricked your eyes. Jim let out a hearty laugh and waved away your comments. You narrowed your eyes at his outburst “Why are you laughing? It’s true!”

“Y/N,” Jim cooed your name and soothingly rubbed your knuckles “You may have had to lose the battle, but you will win the war.”

You froze and gulped “A-Are you declaring war?” You choked out. Jim simply shrugged. Letting out a huff of air, you pulled your hand away from his and stood up “Please excuse me my King, it has been a very long day and I wish to retire to my chambers.”

“Of course,” you didn’t even wait for Jim’s permission as you began to stride out of the dining room, Molly was hot on your heels.

“Ma'am!” She called and ran after you “Ma'am what is the matter?” You stormed into your room and Molly shut the door behind you. Your body hunched over a table and you let it a sob. One hand continued to support you while you pressed the other to your mouth to conceal your cries. Molly placed her hand on your back “Do not worry about having to turn back, my lady it was-”

You cut her off “It’s not about the battle Molly!” You unintentionally snapped “Greg! It’s about Greg!” You sobbed again from the mention of his name.

“But you’ll get to see him again,” she tried to reassure you, completely oblivious to everything.

“No Molly!” You wiped away your boiling tears “He’s the captain of king Sherlocks army…” you groggily admitted.

Molly’s face paled and she gasped “Oh god…I am so sorry.”

“Not as sorry as I am…” you looked down at the book that was on the table and pried it open. You stopped when you found a pressed honeysuckle flower.

“What will you do now?” Molly curiously asked.

“There’s only one thing I can do,” you took the delicate flower between your fingers and tear fell from your eye “I have to kill him.”

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You gripped onto your sword so tight that your nicked were becoming numb. Snow crunched under your feet, it had lay during the night in a thick blanket. The bare trees were dusted with a sprinkling of snow and the world around you was white with specks of brown from where the trees bark was exposed. It was silent.

You stood in the spot where you would often meet Greg and waited, you weren’t even sure he was going to turn up. The look you had seen on his face sent a chill down your spine. Your whole body tensed when you saw a sword hovering by your throat, letting out a defeated sigh you loosened your grip on yours and slowly turned.

“You lied to me.”

“You also lied to me,” you tried your best not to snap.

“I didn’t think a maiden of your disposition should be hunting…then again you are full of surprises, Princess Y/N.” Greg moved his sword to your neck and you felt the coolness of the metal spread over your skin.

“A crown does not define what I can and cannot do! I am not only a princess but I am also captain of the Kings guard!” This time you did snap and quickly regretted it when Greg forcefully pressed his sword against your throat. You let out a hoarse groan and nimbly undid your belt that held your weapons and let it fall to the ground. “Do it,” you taunted with gritted teeth “Let your hand be incisive and get it over with!”

Greg raised a brow at the weapons by your feet “Why did you do that?”

You lightly shook your head and let out a dry laugh “I didn’t fight you in battle! What makes you think I’d fight you here?!” Greg knew you had a point, you had the opportunity to kill him yesterday but you didn’t. “I have fought in enough wars,” you quietly spoke and connected your eyes with Greg’s “I am not going to start waging a war with you too…”

Greg repositioned himself slightly and you closed your eyes. “Your death would break your brother,” Greg’s voice trembled “Break him enough to make him give up and practically hand over his kingdom to my king…”

You deeply breathed out of your nose “That is an insightful prophesy,” you whispered and braced yourself for the blade.

A beat passed “It would break me too.”

You opened your eyes when you heard Greg put away his sword “What are you doing?!” He turned his back and began to trudge away from you. You grabbed your belt with your weapons and tied it around your waist as you rushed after him and grabbed his arm when you were close enough, swiftly turning Greg around “Why are you walking away? My life was yours to take!”

“Because I am just as sick and tired as you with all this fighting!” Greg snapped and the stillness around the both of you became disturbed as bits of stagnate snow fell from the trees. “I don’t want to fight you and I don’t want to kill you!” He exasperatingly smiled, slapping his hands against his thighs before beginning to walk away again.

You stormed after him and and forcefully held his wrist. You pulled up your sleeves and showed him your veins “My blood is blue!” You screamed before removing a small dagger and drawing it across the heel pad of your palm, making a small cut. “I bleed blue blood!” You began to steady your breathing and calm down “I am your enemy.”

Greg escaped your grasp and snatched the dagger from you. He glared into your eyes as he performed the same action, red blood spilled from his hand. He grabbed onto your wounded hand and intertwined his fingers with your own, turning the thick, hot liquid between both your palms a purple colour. “We can decide who our enemies are,” your gaze fell to your feet but Greg swiftly placed a finger under your chin, your eyes met with his as your noses gently brushed together “We cannot decide who we love.”

He gently continued to brush his nose against yours “My king and brother would have your head if he knew I was with you…”

Greg smirked “My king and friend would have yours…”

You let out a shudder of a breath and briefly looked away, you hand was still bleeding. You let go of Greg’s hand and crouched down to pick up a handful of snow and place it on your wound. “Give me your hand,” you looked up to Greg who seemed baffled. Your lips twitched in amusement “The snow will melt and clean your, very unnecessary, cut.”

Greg crouched down and held out his hand, you picked up another handful of snow and placed it over the oozing wound. “I was trying to prove a point.”

You raised an eyebrow at him before ripping some material from your underskirt. The faint hissing noise of ripping fabric filled the forest around you. You wrapped Greg’s hand up before trying to tend your own, Greg saw you struggling and gently held your hand. Your eyes connected with his and you silently passed over the material to him. You watched as he, with a gentle touch, covered your cut.

“Thank you…” you whispered. He softly smiled as he held your fingers, gently playing with them with his own.

“Anything for a fair maiden,” he brought the back of your hand to his lips “And princess.”

You let out a sigh and stood up at the same time as him “So this is it? We walk our separate ways and never speak of this again?” Greg shrugged and you took that as your answer. “Very well,” you nodded and swallowed the lump that was forming in your throat “Farewell captain,” you bowed your head and Greg bowed his.

“Farewell fellow captain,” you looked behind your shoulder and sadly smiled before walking on.

You froze hearing Greg running from behind you. He scooped you up in his arms and spun you around before passionately crashing his mouth against yours. You let it a surprised muffled moan before melting into the kiss, your hand gently held onto his freezing cheeks.

“Tomorrow?” He asked before kissing you again.

You pulled back and rested your forehead against his “Yes, tomorrow.”

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