Our hope

After the initial shock wore off the Rebel started thinking what they wanted to wear for this celebration. One of the things they wanted was something in between. Not a dress but something more flowy then a suit.

They already knew what the Prince wanted to wear considering he threw himself into wedding planning after a couple of days the Rebel couldn’t make it to the castle.

Since both of the events were so similar they would be able to use most of the idea twice. The Rebel was hoping to be able to do the same with their outfit. They were assuming the Prince was going to wear something similar in both events.

They started daydreaming something that went unnoticed by the prince. They were thinking normal pants and shirt with a long flowing and loud coat. Something similar to what they normally would wear.

“Problem about that dear. You’re normal colours are black and red. Those are going to have to switch for this.” The Prince said pulling himself away from his work for a second. It took a couple seconds for the Rebel themself to realise that they had said a bit of it out loud.

“Right, that’s going to be different.”

The Prince hummed in agreement, “I always wanted to see you in my colours.” He said with a smirk before going back to his work. The Rebel could feel the blush run to his cheeks. They nodded going back to spacing out for the afternoon.

That spacing out turned into a small nap with the Rebel still feeling the sleep depravity from the past week. That was how they woke up to the Prince hovering over them before quickly pulling back.

“Sorry, I was going to kiss you but thought better of it. It’s, um, it’s time for dinner.” The Prince backed off a lot as the Rebel sat up stretching out. They didn’t expect such a comfortable sleep to come from a chair.

“It’s alright star, it’s so cute of you. Next time you can kiss me awake.” The Rebel smiled walking up beside the Prince before they both walked out of the room. It was a nice walk to the dining room the Rebel taking that chance to just breath. They forgot how nice it was to just take a moment to breathe.

“You ok?” The Prince asked after the fifth deep breath.

“Yeah, I am so ok right now.” The Rebel looked out the row of windows they were passing. The rebuilding had been going well, if it kept at this pace they would be done with in the week. Something that would take so much pressure off of the farmers since harvest was coming up quickly.

It would also mean they wouldn’t have to deal with building while hoping they wouldn’t wake up to the first snow on the ground. The Prince hugged the rebels arm before the Rebel just put their arm around the prince. They walked into the dining room that was empty.

“Weird, I expected the others to be here. I guess we really will get a chance to get use to our new normal.” The Prince said pulling the Rebel to the table The Prince did sit at the head of the table, but he was so close to the corner where the Rebel was sitting he was practically sitting beside the rebel. The Rebel couldn’t believe this was happening.

They were sitting here with their love, both a little rough around the edges but alive. It was not a busy day, but it was as long as any of them. The Rebel would take not busy over any life or death situation. Not to mention the apparent night terrors that came with those situations. It was hard to walk back the past few days of events to pass it off as just a dream.

There was a lot to prosses that they were working through in the background of conversations. They also took a few moments in dead air to deal with it. There was still a lot for them to work through, especially with how everything they played out in those days.

This spacing out was how they found themself sitting on the edge of their bed with the Prince getting ready on the other side of the folding wall. He came out from behind the wall to find the Rebel blinking their way out of space.

“What are you thinking about darling?” The Prince asked discarding his clothes in a pile with the rebel’s. The Rebel picked their head up to look at the Prince.

“Oh, um, nothing. Nothing much. Just that dream that I had before I woke up this morning has me a little thrown for a loop. Just things happened and I still feel a little hurt from it.”

“Aww.” The Prince cooed over the Rebel sitting down beside them before running his hand through their hair.

“Can you tell me what happened, or do you just want to try and forget it?” The Prince asked tugging the Rebel back further onto the bed.

“I don’t know. I wish I could forget all of it since I did some really bad things. It still feels so real.” Now the couple was sitting in the middle of the bed with the Prince still slowly tugging the distracted Rebel.

“That happens sometimes. Why don’t you try one more sleep to get rid of it and if that doesn’t work maybe talking about it is just what you need.” The Prince was shoving down the covers now slowly pulling the Rebel up the bed more.

“Maybe, I don’t know.” The came out of their head fully to help the Prince get them under the blankets of the bed. The Rebel still curled around the prince, unlike normal the Prince was facing them with his head just under their jaw. The Rebel pulled him in as tight as possible thinking about the moment that they almost lost him a couple times.

They didn’t know what to think; If they hoped they it was all just a dream or if they hoped that they would wake up to that reality again. They decided to just keep moving forward and wonder if they were living real life later. They missed holding the Prince as they slept trying against everything to stay awake to enjoy it. He was warm and cuddly, and it just felt so right. It had only been a week, a very long one.

It felt like a whole lifetime since before the attack. Now it was all over, they were to take time to heal while fitting into the shoes of leaders. It was a lot for a couple that young. No one would blame them to take a few days to effectively disappear just to collect themselves. If they had a temporary replacement the Rebel could probably convince the Prince to get away for a honeymoon.

“I can hear you.” The Prince mumbled in the rebels arms.

“I’m sorry, what?” The Rebel whispered into the princes hair before kissing it. The Prince tilted his head up enough that his face wasn’t buried in the rebels chest.

“I said I can hear you, worrying that is.”

“How can you hear me, and besides that, I’m not worrying just. Wondering.”

“About?” “You being king in the next few days. Me having to wear blue. When we are going to get a small break from the crazy. How badly we are going to fuck it all up.” The Prince shifted closer nuzzling into the rebels chest a little before yawning.

“We won’t fuck it up. Nothing we can do will be worse then what we were dealing with before.” The Rebel reveled in this fact. They were picking up where some really awful people left off. They didn’t really need to try to be better. That certainly took some of the pressure off of them.