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A Knight’s first rule is to obey their orders without question.
She’d like to think that she wouldn’t ever do this, but when Cassandra saw her, rules just didn’t apply.
A Knight’s second rule is to protect your target with your life.
Cassandra would give more than her life. Her lady could take her arms and legs to make her crawl. She could take her eyes and make her blind. Cass would always find a way to follow her.
Her.
With the beautiful navy hair, cropped perfectly at her shoulders. Her eyes were the clearest blue Cass had ever seen, the sky would be jealous and the ocean was envious. She looked good in anything; dark blues, violets, pinks and greens. Personally, Cassandra liked a light blue dress that her lady wore to a garden party in April; it had light pink trims and it ended just above her knees. She looked like a porcelain doll. Her lady, Miss Marinette Dupain-Cheng.
Her mother was a figure that Cassandra had known since she entered the academy. Marquess Sabine Cheng was Captain of the Queen’s Guard; The Silver Cranes. Madam Cheng is the only female Captain within the Knight rankings and was highly praised. During her time as a young adult, she was sought after, as she had power and wealth. But she chose the second son of a Count that lived in the countryside.
Her new husband, Mister Tom Dupain worked in a bakery to help support his family that was on the verge of bankruptcy. Sabine met him on one of her missions and adored his cooking so decided to keep him. As word of his cooking skills spread, he became known as one of the best bakers in the kingdom. He ran a popular bakery; occasionally his wife and daughter stepped in when they had time.
Marinette was the flower of the kingdom, everyone who was anyone wanted to be her lover or friend. Lucky for them she had a big heart. It made Cassandra hopeful that one day her lady might look at her the same way.
It was as if she stepped into a painting. Long green grass, wildflowers coloured in blues, purples, pinks, oranges and yellows. There was a willow tree atop the hill, its strings of leaves blew gracefully in the gentle wind. Miss Marinette lay in the grass, head tucked into the elbow of her dress to block out the sun. It was the same blue dress that Cass adored.
“Cass!” Marinette squealed. “Come lay with me!”
The first rule of knighthood, obey your orders. Cass couldn’t argue with that. “Yes, my lady.”
Yes. My lady.
She laid down, her back relaxed but her armour dug into her skin.
“What do you see Cass?”
“Pardon?” The guard’s head turned towards the noble girl.
Marinette’s smile was blinding, Cass saw white for what felt like minutes. “The clouds! What do you see?”
Cass never had time to cloud watch. Her heartbeat fastened as she looked up and didn’t know what to say.
Her voice was small and unlike a knight’s, “I don’t know, my lady.”
The bluenette sat up, reclining back on her arms. “Well, over there—“ she shifted her weight and lifted one arm to point to the right. “I see a frog.” She switched over arms and pointed in another direction. “There’s a butterfly. That’s a book. Those thin clouds look like fields! Oh! Or they could be streams!”
She continued until the entire sky was littered with images. Cass stared up in awe. Now she could see them all, she gasped, “Woah.”
“Cassandra?”
“Yes, my lady?” Marinette held her full attention now. Her name sounded heavenly from her pink lips.
“Can I ask you a question?” Her head tilted, blue bangs nearly falling into her eyes, as they flirted with her long dark lashes.
“Of course, my lady.”
Marinette gave a small smile and shyly looked down. “You can call me Marinette when it’s just us.”
“Ok, Miss Marinette.” Her lady gave her a sad smile and Cass didn’t understand why. It pained her heart but she kept her poker face like a good knight.
“Knights have rules to follow right?” Cass nodded in affirmation, and Marinette shuffled closer; less than an arms-length apart. “And you must follow them right?”
“Yes. If we don’t, we lose our honour. A Knight without honour is. . .” She gulped the words getting caught in her throat. She couldn’t remember a time when she was nervous.
Marinette moved even closer, their legs pressed against each other and her soft hand cupped the knight’s cheek. Their breaths intermingled and Cass diverted her eyes. For the first time in her life, she felt shy.
Marinette lifted the ravenette’s chin with her fingertips until they were looking into each other's eyes once more. “May I order you to love me?” She whispered.
Their lips were a hair length apart.
“Already done.” Their lips met. They fell back onto the grassy knoll, flowers tickled Marinette’s arm as she laid upon Cass’ chest. When they broke apart, Cass grinned up at her. She ran her gloved hand through blue tendrils of hair. “My Marinette.”