Thread: Taming the Bride (Prince & darkest_fate)

Every little girl dreamed of her wedding day. Well, perhaps not every one, and the dream often had subtle variations to it. Some girls wished for a handsome prince to come take them away, whisk them off their feet and take their breath away with kisses. Others wanted a bold, brave warrior to fight for them, for their honor and swear to protect them. The more practical wanted a man who would remain faithful only to them, would father their children and provide support for their lifetimes. The more romantic wished for a mate who would compose poetry and songs about them. Princess Juniper of Ithilia already had songs written about her. The people of Ithilia, long known for their skill in the arts, had been writing about their fair princess since her very birth. She'd been a stunningly beautiful, if difficult baby, drawing the amazement of all who came to visit her. She'd also been a late birth, taking almost ten months before exiting her mother's womb, the sheer size of her nearly taking her mother with her. But said mother was said to be made of surprisingly stern stuff for her lithe, fey appearance. So Juniper had been born into the world, and as per tradition among her family, had been granted a name that harkened back to their supposed fey bloodline. But yes, she had been quite beautiful as a babe, and turned into a lovely little girl. Shimmering ice blonde hair fell in easy waves about a pretty little face, and in that face a pair of big, purple-blue eyes shimmered out. Eyes of that hue happened among the female bloodline of Ithilia, further proof to the longstanding tradition that the family had gained their blessings and piece by marrying a fairy prince or princess and bedding her well. Then puberty had struck Juniper. The princess had turned from a striking girl to an unearthly beautiful young woman, seemingly overnight. She retained a slim figure, but she added to it an impressive height, especially for a woman. She did not precisely tower over men, especially not knights, but while most of the woman would only come up to the shoulder's of men, Juniper could look some in the eye. This might have been considered a drawback had the gods not graced her with the ethereal beauty of her bloodline. Slim curves proved her womanhood all too well, seemingly etched to perfect among her ivory skin. Her waist flared out into noticeable hips, and her natural grace allowed her to either glide upon them or roll them in a manner that caused the thoughts of man to become decidedly impure. It appeared as a good deal of that height lay in her long, luscious legs, which, like the rest of her, appeared to be a work of art. they joined at those well-formed hips, before sliding up a soft, slim stomach. Juniper's figure meant that she never needed to wear a corset, at least, not for her waist. She did, however, and her breasts thanked her for it. A pair of perfectly rounded breasts sat high upon her, supported and lifted by rich gowns and expensive underthings. They did not bulge lewdly like that of a cheap whore, nor did they hide like a preteen girl. Like so much of the girl, they spoke of her perfection. A slender neck kept a beautiful face upright. Years of training and being told she was the best, most beautiful girl in the land gave Juniper a natural haughty look, her delicate chin always tilted gently upward. Her lips, while almost always pursed in displeasure, still had a delicate plumpness too them, often compared in the songs to the petals of a flower though certain songs took liberties comparing other portions of the princess's anatomy to flowers as well. The lavender eyes had a strange almond shape to them, and a strange kind of intelligence shone from them. the princess simultaneously radiated innocence and shrewdness, her upbringing showing from bearing and expression. The ice blonde hair would stretch past her waist, curling upon a pert, rounded bottom almost perfectly shaped like a peach when down. Said beauty did not wear her hair down today, however. It had instead been woven upward, off her body into an intricate weaving. Various baubles jewels, feathers and beads, had been threaded throughout her locks, the process taking hours to complete. Indeed, several of the adornments would remain woven in Juniper's hair for days. It was said to be good luck for a bride to wear such charms upon her hair for at least the fortnight after she was to be wed, after all. Her ears remained unadorned, but a heavy choker made of intricate wooden design circled her neck. It lay heavily upon the high necked dress the princess wore. Said dress was white, as was to be expected, and intricately woven with embroidered flowers and other symbols of nature. Long gloves covered slim fingers, extending up the strangely billowy sleeves of her dress. The waist pinched her tightly, emphasizing the hour-glass shape of her feminine frame, and a pair of heels helped keep her legs upright. Only glimpses of them could be seen through the folds of her dress. The princess looked, in other words, as if she'd strolled out of a fairy tale. That is, until you looked at her face. Distaste wrinkled her fine nose, etching something akin to hatred upon those fine features. She had delayed this as long as she could, insisting upon every ounce of tradition that she could muster. For Juniper knew of Aric, by reputation and by having encountered the uncouth man before. The very thought of him repulsed her, churning her delicate stomach and making her quite queasy. His reputation with women led Juniper to believe he ranked them slightly above servants and likely below hunting dogs. Juniper had always been somewhat practically minded when it came to her marriage. She knew that she was worth a good deal to her father, and she anticipated marrying someone distasteful. She knew of the arrangements royals often made you married whom you were supposed to, but it mattered not who warmed your bed at night. Her own mother, for example, had been another legendary beauty who had taken the most prosperous nobleman to her bed. Juniper loved her father, as much as you could love someone whose gaze upon you often had a lecherous appearance to it, but she still knew how things had been. So she'd figured she would be placed at the side of a man she could control, much like her mother did her father. She would use her beauty and wiles and only couple with him when the situation demanded it. Bear him a child or two and live in extreme comfort. Juniper had wanted this, craved, and insisted upon it when they'd proposed this arrangement. She'd gone through all her standards thrown a fit, stamped her feet, threatened to kill herself, even begun to cry, and no one could cry like a princess with big, purple eyes. Yet not even her father would budge. She would marry this disgusting man, he would take her to his bed, and she would just have to get used to it. So Juniper intended to infuriate her husband. if he believed her a dead fish in bed, then surely he would grow tired. He would rut upon her perhaps once a week, seed his child, and then move on to his whores. Juniper could be a kept woman for an uncouth barbarian just as easily as a weakling like her father, after all. And she knew her will to be much stronger than any mans, especially one who thought with his prick. Thus her kingdom would have the peace it so desperately needed, and Juniper would have what she always wanted. she already let her eyes roam carelessly over the various servants, picking which lucky young man would actually bed her regularly. She thought she saw a particularly striking young man among the king's servants, but she knew she had time before she needed to pick. Right now, she needed to put Aric into a position where he wouldn't think of touching her on this night, the night of their wedding. That would set the perfect tone for the rest of their life together. So the fair princess entered the hall at least an hour later than was necessary. She did not apologize as she strolled, her retinue moving about her. Nor did she deign to look at anyone in the room, least of all her husband. Juniper even waited for the proper music to begin playing before she approached the alter, and when she got there, she certainly didn't spare her husband a second look. She was certain they'd get quite enough of looking at one another soon enough she didn't need to humor him now. In fact, her painted lips, done in a pale pink with just a hint of the same lavender as her eyes, quirked in a barely suppressed smile. She fully believed that the game had already started, and that she had won the opening move quite deftly.