Thread: Taming the Bride (Prince & darkest_fate)

Ugh, he even snarled his vows. Could this brute be any more disgusting? Juniper vowed then and there that he would most certainly not be doing anything with her until he started behaving like an actual king should behave. She'd been so wrapped up in her own thoughts that she'd nearly missed the priest's sloppy pronouncement of a part she dreaded. Juniper steeled her expression as best she could as she turned to her... husband. He looked... well, she wanted to think he looked repulsive, but she found she couldn't quite. There was something rugged about him, raw, to be sure, but certainly nothing unappealing. No fat, no yellowed teeth or disfiguring marks. Oh, he certainly looked like a bandit, and he practically slobbered, which would definitely have to be fixed soon, but he didn't look like a disgusting one. Juniper's lavender eyes actually blinked in surprise at that sight, and she'd actually been stunned. As she should be. She gathered herself for the kiss, having practiced before. True, she'd only kissed, well, a few servants that she'd demanded. She'd gone through a silly phase where she'd insisted on practicing kissing with various servants. As her father didn't like males being near here, this meant that Juniper ended up kissing quite a few of her handmaidens. All chaste pecks on the lips, embarrassment all around. Aric hardly looked like a blushing handmaiden though. He spoke, and Juniper's nose wrinkled in disgust. She soon felt him moving to her, and her eyes widened in shock again, though this certainly wasn't of a good kind. His hand actually fell upon her rear! In public! How dare he? Juniper forced herself to not react, though she remained uncomfortably rigid in his arms. He compared her to a sapling, and the description was quite accurate, as the willowy girl locked up very much like the tree whose name she shared. This did have the much unwanted effect of tightening her pert cheeks for that questing paw though. Then lips pressed hers, and Juniper nearly vomited. This was not how she wanted her wedding kiss to go. He smelled of alcohol and something sharp, metal? Blood? She didn't know, and she didn't care. She also didn't know what he was doing with his mouth. She fought to keep hers pinched shut, teeth even locking as his tongue actually slithered into her. She felt him pressing against her teeth, the force actually forcing her to open. Hands pulled her close, and she was suddenly made quite aware of the discrepancy in their size. They were of almost equal height, mostly because of Juniper's uncanny tallness, but he had to outweigh her nearly three to one. This did not stop her from wiggling free of him, and, once her arm was freed enough, it came up. A loud crack could be heard through the chapel, stillness falling. Juniper breathed deep and heavy, her hand throbbing from having connected with his face. She tossed her head, feeling her hair wobble slightly, the white strands almost wanting to fall into her pale face. Said beautiful visage had contorted with fury, the lavender eyes flashing, nostrils even flailing. You do not kiss your bride like that! she hissed through clenched teeth. Especially not your royal bride! Clearly the marriage was off to an absolutely brilliant and auspicious start.