Queen of the Castle (Final Fantasy VI, Edgar/Terra, G)
Title: Queen of the Castle
Author/Artist: queenoftheskies
Rating: G
Warnings: None
Word count: 716
Prompt: Final Fantasy VI- Edgar/Terra-domesticity- the castle, once cold, becomes a home
A/N: Sorry this is late. It seems a bit lame. If you'd like me to rewrite it into something better, once I've posted my other stories, I will.
Summary: Edgar notices changes in himself and around the castle because of Terra's love.
A year. Edgar couldn’t believe it had been that long since they’d vanquished Kefka and tried to bring some semblance of reason to the ruined world.
Celes had assumed command of the Imperial troops, he’d heard, and used them to round up and contain militants still loyal to the old order, while she struggled to teach peace. Locke, it was said, had showed up only months after she’d assumed command. Sabin said the last time he’d seen them, there was talk of marriage.
He smiled. They should be as lucky in marriage as he was. He paused to straighten the roses in a vase on the table beneath one of the many windows in the hall.
Setzer had mourned the loss of the general, but had returned to Maria, who Edgar guessed he must love at least a little. They’d never settle down, he didn’t think, but it was easy enough to follow Maria’s continued success on the opera circuit and he heard rumors of Setzer's continued luck with cards. Setzer had visited once-without Maria-back when he’d first been wed. He stayed for a while, but ultimately disappeared into the air ship one day and moved on.
There’d been no sign of Shadow. Everyone assumed he’d perished, but Edgar wasn’t so sure. Once he thought he’d caught movement that could have been Shadow in South Figaro, from the corner of his eye. By the time he'd turned around, though, the movement--the shadow--was gone.
He rarely heard from the others and there wasn’t time to keep up with them all. Running the kingdom took so much of his time now. He’d been gone so long during the fighting and things had fallen into a state of disrepair.
Mounting the steps to his office, he inhaled the lingering scent of springtime, of fragrant flowers and fresh air. It was no surprise, when he opened the door, to find a fresh cake and a cup of hot tea beside a note reminding him how much he was loved. He read it with a burst of happiness, dropped into his chair for a bite of cake and a spot of tea. It was peppermint; his favorite.
There’d been a time he'd thought he’d never settle down. He’d loved the women a little too much to settle on one. Until he’d met her, and lost his heart to her a little more every time she’d walked into the room.
The affairs of office took hours, but he was due in the throne room for audiences by early afternoon, so he tidied up--something he'd never have done before meeting her--and set his dirty cup and plate aside for the maid he knew would come later. Snatching up his crown from the edge of his desk--so that's where he'd left it the day before--he made his way down from the tower, smiling at the new curtains covering what had been barren windows before.
The throne room was more crowded than usual and Edgar's shoulders slumped. He'd promised her they'd go shopping in South Figaro when he was done. The time they spent together, away from their hectic life as king and queen, meant more to him than anything.
The throng pressed forward. The Chamberlain shoved them back, demanding they form a line and present their petitions to him in the order they'd arrived.
Edgar dropped onto his throne, wondering how he'd break the news to her. A flash of light caught his eye. His head rose, his eyes sought the movement, settled on her as she entered the throne room from the door at the far end.
Terra was beautiful, far lovelier than the day he'd first beheld her, though she'd been beautiful even then, her cheeks smudged with dirt, her clothes streaked with soot and ash. A blue gown tumbled to her feet. Her hair, decorated with jewels and flowers, fell to her shoulders. But, it was the smile that made her shine, a smile that lifted his spirits and shouldered his cares. It was the smile that had won him over, and the beautiful spirit that had made him hers.
Without her, he'd have perished, grown old alone. But, with her, the old castle, once cold and lonely, had finally become a home.
Author/Artist: queenoftheskies
Rating: G
Warnings: None
Word count: 716
Prompt: Final Fantasy VI- Edgar/Terra-domesticity- the castle, once cold, becomes a home
A/N: Sorry this is late. It seems a bit lame. If you'd like me to rewrite it into something better, once I've posted my other stories, I will.
Summary: Edgar notices changes in himself and around the castle because of Terra's love.
A year. Edgar couldn’t believe it had been that long since they’d vanquished Kefka and tried to bring some semblance of reason to the ruined world.
Celes had assumed command of the Imperial troops, he’d heard, and used them to round up and contain militants still loyal to the old order, while she struggled to teach peace. Locke, it was said, had showed up only months after she’d assumed command. Sabin said the last time he’d seen them, there was talk of marriage.
He smiled. They should be as lucky in marriage as he was. He paused to straighten the roses in a vase on the table beneath one of the many windows in the hall.
Setzer had mourned the loss of the general, but had returned to Maria, who Edgar guessed he must love at least a little. They’d never settle down, he didn’t think, but it was easy enough to follow Maria’s continued success on the opera circuit and he heard rumors of Setzer's continued luck with cards. Setzer had visited once-without Maria-back when he’d first been wed. He stayed for a while, but ultimately disappeared into the air ship one day and moved on.
There’d been no sign of Shadow. Everyone assumed he’d perished, but Edgar wasn’t so sure. Once he thought he’d caught movement that could have been Shadow in South Figaro, from the corner of his eye. By the time he'd turned around, though, the movement--the shadow--was gone.
He rarely heard from the others and there wasn’t time to keep up with them all. Running the kingdom took so much of his time now. He’d been gone so long during the fighting and things had fallen into a state of disrepair.
Mounting the steps to his office, he inhaled the lingering scent of springtime, of fragrant flowers and fresh air. It was no surprise, when he opened the door, to find a fresh cake and a cup of hot tea beside a note reminding him how much he was loved. He read it with a burst of happiness, dropped into his chair for a bite of cake and a spot of tea. It was peppermint; his favorite.
There’d been a time he'd thought he’d never settle down. He’d loved the women a little too much to settle on one. Until he’d met her, and lost his heart to her a little more every time she’d walked into the room.
The affairs of office took hours, but he was due in the throne room for audiences by early afternoon, so he tidied up--something he'd never have done before meeting her--and set his dirty cup and plate aside for the maid he knew would come later. Snatching up his crown from the edge of his desk--so that's where he'd left it the day before--he made his way down from the tower, smiling at the new curtains covering what had been barren windows before.
The throne room was more crowded than usual and Edgar's shoulders slumped. He'd promised her they'd go shopping in South Figaro when he was done. The time they spent together, away from their hectic life as king and queen, meant more to him than anything.
The throng pressed forward. The Chamberlain shoved them back, demanding they form a line and present their petitions to him in the order they'd arrived.
Edgar dropped onto his throne, wondering how he'd break the news to her. A flash of light caught his eye. His head rose, his eyes sought the movement, settled on her as she entered the throne room from the door at the far end.
Terra was beautiful, far lovelier than the day he'd first beheld her, though she'd been beautiful even then, her cheeks smudged with dirt, her clothes streaked with soot and ash. A blue gown tumbled to her feet. Her hair, decorated with jewels and flowers, fell to her shoulders. But, it was the smile that made her shine, a smile that lifted his spirits and shouldered his cares. It was the smile that had won him over, and the beautiful spirit that had made him hers.
Without her, he'd have perished, grown old alone. But, with her, the old castle, once cold and lonely, had finally become a home.