Thread: The King's Bride. (Cr0ssy994 x LingeringDesire)

She had awoke only once and was surprised to find herself pressed fully against her bare husband. His large form held her to him gently, large muscular arms wrapped about her smaller form. Something within her softened slightly. Perhaps he was just tired and over extended, worried about his kingdom and hoping he was making the correct decision. She fell right back to sleep snuggled into his broad chest. It was hours later when she woke alone. Arms reaching and groping along the bed to find him. Had he really left her there? One eye opened as she glanced about, yes...he had. She bit her lip and fell back to the bed, her tears renewing. A soft clearing of a throat let her know she wasn't alone. Your highness... His Majesty sent me, he said there is a letter... It was the older woman from the night before. Endolynn looked up at her, her fingers drying her eyes and down her cheeks, hoping and praying the woman did not see it. She looked to where the woman pointed, the bedside table. Upon the surface there was a single piece of parchment. Her finger shook as she reached for the paper. His sturdy script across the page. Eyes scanning and reading. Her heart sped up and her throat went dry. Smiling widely she sat up and removed the blankets from her body and slid out of bed. Her gown swirled around her feet. The bad feelings of the day before were gone, now was only a lighthearted girl that wanted the attention of her husband. She could make this work, she could, she told herself. The woman had a bath drawn for her, she soaked in the hot water while the woman changed the linens, though there was really no need. After her bath she ate breakfast while the woman opened the curtains, stoked the fire and picked out several options for the queens clothing. The meat pastries were delicious and the fruit they were served with was divine, a sweet tea washed both down. She watched the woman work, it was so different not to help or lift a finger. The purple one, please Penelope. She stated looking at the choices the woman had pulled together for her. The color would compliment her skin and make her eyes pop. Her dimples showed as she glanced at herself in the mirror, her plump lips parting and showing bright white teeth. After she was dressed, she begged the woman to take her out into the garden. Sure, it was autumn but in the spring her king would find her here, elbow deep in dirt. As the bells tolled the noontime hour she had the maid point her in the direction of the throne room. A loud discussion was heard as she climbed the stairs to the correct room. She recognized his deep booming voice but the rage she heard scared her. Her small fingers grasped the wooden doorframe and she stood just outside it watching him and another man negotiate, heatedly. His eyes were dark and dangerous as he approached the man, telling him that the terms were rejected. It was a split second later and her hands were lifted to cover her screaming mouth. Brown eyes wide, she felt sick to her stomach. He'd killed a man simply for disagreeing with his ways and asking permission to break off, instead of just doing it. The people ran past her, fear painted on their every feature. Her hand was still clasped to her mouth when their eyes met. She'd seen animals slaughtered living on a farm her whole life, but never a human. She entered the room, her hand falling to her side. I got your letter... however, if now is not a good time I understand. She wasn't sure what else to say, his affairs were not her own and she knew she had little say in how he acted and what he did. Frankly she was surprised he even knew her name.