“The only enemy is the one standing before me,” you snarled, “I was happy. You stole and took without consent.”
This angered King Kuroo, as you can imagine, and his face fell as he stood and started to walk down the steps of his throne, towards you.
If you died there, so be it, but you were determined to never stay complacent in a place like this. It was either death, or Tobio.
As King Kuroo approached you he reached out and took you by the throat.
“You will die a fruitless death. Your… King… has already met his end and now you shall meet yours, unless you recant.”
“I will never recant,” you replied, your voice cracking under his grip on your windpipe.
“Release her!” a sudden angered voice behind King Kuroo called, and suddenly you were let go.
Behind King Kuroo, by the window, stood your Tobio, sword in one hand and anger radiating from his core that another man had laid hands on you.
“How did you?!” King Kuroo said with surprise, “GUARDS!”
But he didn’t have enough time to yell again as King Kageyama lunged at him with sword drawn, trying to pierce him through the stomach.
You ran out of the way, but over to his side so that he could keep you behind him as he fought Nekoma’s King.
It was a real power struggle and just when it looked like he was about to finish King Kuroo off you called him back.
“Shed no blood! Let us leave. A life spared is a promise of truce,” you said to your King, grabbing his arm and pulling him back.
“He dares to touch my future wife!” King Kageyama growled.
“Please. Let us go,” you urged, pulling him with you to the window he had climbed up.
Down the rope you and he slid, making it to the bottom with raw hands and light hearts- delighted to be reunited.
“How did you know I would be here?” you asked King Kageyama as he mounted his horse and pulled you on behind him.
“I had only just finished warring with the Nekoma army when word was bought to me of your capture, so I left immediately to bring you back.”
You wrapped your arms around his middle and he jabbed his heels into his steed to encourage it into a gallop- heading straight for the kingdom of Karasuno with the stars overhead as the guide.
“Thank you,” you whispered into the wind as it whipped past your face, happy tears springing to your eyes as you were taken back home with your King.
The journey back to Karasuno seemed a lot shorter, but by the end of the second day, you could see the tops of the kingdom of Karasuno in sight and you gripped King Kageyama that little bit tighter.
He had been strangely silent and it was only when you moved your arm a little to reposition it that you felt like something had set on your skin- like mud, or something similar.
Thinking that it was foam from the horses mouth that had whipped back and settled on your arm, you let go of him on one side and pulled your arm out to look at it.
Instead of foam or mud meeting your gaze, your bloodshot tired eyes, saw red brown blood, dried along your forearm.
It took you a second to work out what it was and where it had possibly come from, and then you put your open palm back to Kageyama’s chest and abdomen to feel for the wound.
It wasn’t hard to locate it, as you heard him groan in pain when you pressed your hand to it and you withdrew your palm to see bright red blood across its centre.
“You’re hurt!” you gasped with horror, “why did you not say anything.”
“What difference would it have made?” he groaned, slumping forwards a little.
Now with the walls of Karasuno in sight his body was starting to give in to the pain and loss of blood and his consciousness started to slip.
“Tobio!” you called as he doubled over and you grabbed the reins to control the horse, “please… powers above, do not let him slip away from me!”
You shouted commands to the horse, urging the already exhausted beast into the fastest gallop it could muster and, hearing the urgency in your voice, it obeyed and practically skimmed the last of the sand to the safety of the city.
The sentries on guard saw you with the King and the gates were opened immediately for your swift entry.
“The King is wounded!” you shouted to them, “make way so I can take him to the doctor!”
Everyone stood back so you could rush him to the physician, and it was there that you called for the same treatment you had given Hinata.
King Kageyama had sustained many wounds from the battle, with one rather deep gash running from his navel to his hip. It was somewhat deep but hadn’t penetrated muscle and you used the pincers of leaf cutter ants to hold the wound together so it could heal properly.
For the next two days you stayed by his side in the medical sector. He was too weak to be moved to his own room and during that time you had enquired into the well-being of Hinata and had been told he had made a full recovery… but you had not yet seen him.
On the second day in care, King Kageyama started to respond more and was interested in food, fed to him by your hand of course, and by the end of that day he was allowed to go to his chambers, but was ordered bed rest by the acting physician.
“I will be with you,” you said to him as he was helped to his room, “I will attend your every needs.”
He gave you a small smile, an even though it was small it warmed you from the inside out.
Once settled into his room he asked for you to lay with him on the bed, taking the opportunity to touch your face and run his hands wherever he could touch.
“You must rest,” you said to him, smiling when he caressed your cheek once more.
“I am reviving my soul,” he said in a low voice as he concentrated on the contours of your features, “your presence revives my being.”
“Have you stolen poetry from Nekoma, my King?” you teased him, “such eloquent words are hardly entertained here.”
“Such a mouth,” he growled, grabbing your jaw in his hand, “did that wretched King teach you these troublesome lines?”