Thread: A Kingdom in Turmoil  (ThickLeaves x Sketchyequine)

Eliza let out a small squeak in response to him pulling her in more just as she moved to break the kiss. He wanted more than just a peck, and it became apparent to the female when he didnt allow her to pull away so soon. She moved easily within his embrace almost as if she were puddy for his molding. Eliza wanted to be a good wife and a good lover. So long as Charles requests were reasonable she would surely abide like a good woman would. However, she wouldnt be afraid to stick up to him if the situation called for it either. A kiss was a harmless request between a man and his wife, so she happily gave it to him. Elizas lips moved harmoniously against her husbands. The velvet touch deepened to something more passionate, but there was still an edge that left something to be desired for the man. Eliza wasnt going to give him her all so easily even if she was expected to. When the kiss ended she simply looked up at him as he continued to hold onto her waist. Eliza let out a breath she didnt even realize she had been holding in when he released her from his grip and stepped around her to put away the gift. She watched and listened as he moved the blade to its new home on the wall and she nodded. It truly was a beautiful weapon and it looked quite at home on display. She had no reason to refute the idea. She smiled when he turned back to her and spoke his thanks. Her eyes watched as he took her hand into his own and she smiled. It is he only gift I could think of that suited a king. I hope that the pair of you win every competition that you chose to enter in. She nodded, watching as his thumb glided over her knuckles. Charles hands dwarfed her own and they were so rough and calloused in comparison. Charles had obviously spent his life studying combat and the art of war. His entire body screamed that he had transformed into something quite noble and, more importantly, lethal. His grisled appearance reminded Eliza of her own father- a man who was more lethal than anyone else she had ever known. When the moment was over, Eliza pulled her hand away and cleared her throat a bit awkwardly. I suppose that we should both get some rest now. She nodded as she deliberately broke eye contact with the man. It has definitely been quite a day. I had fun and you were a big grump she teased, We both need rest after such exhausting times. She offered him a wink before she stepped away. To her relief there was an elegant divider in one corner of the room near the pair of wardrobes that belonged to the newlyweds. She would be able to slip out of he gown without his wandering eyes on her. Now, usually Eliza would have servants that helped her in and out of her dresses, but she thought it silly to call upon one now. First of all, everyone in the castle probably would have expected that the king had already helped her out of her gown. Secondly, it was easy enough for her to undress herself without stealing the time of one of their servants. Quietly she ducked behind the privacy of the divider and began to unfasten the buttons that went along her back as she kicked off her shoes. The seamstresses had gone all out both on Elizas wedding dress and the dress she was to wear to that nights celebration. There were probably two dozen separate pieces that she had to remove individually and the entire process took quite some time. When the young queen finally emerged she wore only a night slip. The gown was cream in color and it covered her from her collar bones to her ankles in soft, flowing fabric that only clung to certain curves of her body. The thin fabric allowed any audience members to be able to examine the natural shape of her breasts and rear. Eliza had a highly desirable form that she hoped would pique the interest of the man without getting too much of a rise out of him. She wondered silently if Charles had ever seen a naked woman besides his mother and milk maids as an infant. Most men had many partners before marriage, and some even fathered bastard sons, so it would not be a surprise to Eliza. But she herself was still pure- her flower still intact for her husbands taking. Just not that night. Silently she climbed beneath the wool and silk blankets after blowing out the candles that lit the room and closed her eyes. That was enough festivity for one day. Before the sun even rose Eliza awoke just as she did every day. She slipped out of the bed next to her, assumed, sleeping husband and disappeared behind the privacy barrier once more. The queen slipped out of her nightgown and instead into a slip that she quickly covered with a very modest gown suiting only to a commoner. The greys and beiges were considered boring to nobles and royalty, but it was the only item suitable for Elizas morning ride. There was no use in getting dressed up not to be seen by anyone- especially since such gowns were quite restricting and uncomfortable. Silently she slipped shoes on her feet and fled the bedroom upon seeing Charles not stir in the slightest. Eliza flat out ran through the hallways and down the stairwells. Her horse would be there now, and she was excited to explore the new territories. With skirts flowing, Eliza fled into the stables and grinned when she finally found the beast tethered in its stall. Theres my Firebird. She whispered as she laid a soft hand on the chestnut mare. The mare was quite a contrast as compared to the stallion she had gifted to her husband. Elizas mount was small and limber rather than large and muscular. The mare was lean and built for speed rather than strength. Her coat gleamed bright crimson in the daylight and it was no wonder how she was named. The beast truly looked as though she were foraged in a blacksmiths fire. Without hesitation Eliza began to groom and tack the animal herself without the aid of the servants who were already busy feeding the horses and mules.