Thread: A Kingdom in Turmoil  (ThickLeaves x Sketchyequine)

Sketchyequine said Her pale eyes watched carefully as he closed the door behind them, and it made her think of all the times they would close it. They would share this chamber until death did them part- as stated in their vows. That would stay closed while they slept, argued, and made love. For this point on, they belonged only to one another- even if it may not be what either of them had initially wanted. Eliza ran her finger tips over one of the oil painting that hung on the wall. The sheer beauty of everything in this room was breathtaking. She had never lived anywhere as extravagant as this palace, and the idea that this was now her home with her new husband was almost overwhelming. The transition was sudden, and it was definitely taking some adjustment, but the more time she spent with Charles the more she was able to convince herself that their marriage wouldnt be completely miserable. She turned and allowed her eyes to linger as he began to remove the flashy clothes from his body. Her instincts told her to look away, but the truth was that she wanted to see. Her and charles had only ever been together during flashy events full of royal extravagance. She had never seen him in anything as simple as his undershirts, and seeing him like that brought a bit of a smile to her face. He looked to much more desirable like that in his undershirts. Less like a stuck up king, and more like a man. There was something raw about it, and it almost made Charles more ehuman to his wife. This quality allowed Eliza to admit to herself for the first time that she was, in fact, sufficiently physically attracted to her young husband. The wind rustling his hair and the fabric of his clothes only reassured that fact. Her eyes followed him as he approached the chest at the foot of the bed, and she smiled as he started to speak. She knew he would be presenting her with her gift and the secrecy of the item had her reeling just know what it was that he couldnt present to her in from of their people. She listened intently to his words and her eyes searched for his. How could he have known these things about her prior to meeting heer? Eliza had not been the only one doing research prior to this event. He knew of her masculine tendencies including her refusal to back down. When he pulled the blade from the chest tears welled up in the young queens eyes. These were not tears of sorrow or remorse, but instead of positive nature. The sentiment was beyond anything she had ever expected of the man. With shaking hands she reached for the weapon, wrapping her hands around the hilt and carefully relieving her husband of the weapon so as to not injure him with it. She shook her head at his mention of gifting it to another if she didnt want it. Eliza choked down a sob as she held the weapon in front of her allowing the polished metal to gleam in the candlelight. The light reflected off of the mirror-like surface and shone on the womans face- lighting her up as well. She gazed at the beauty of her husbands gift in silence for some time before to finally managed to tear her eyes away from it. She glanced at the man as a tear streamed down her velvet-soft cheek before looking back to the sword. Eliza ran her thumbs over the jewels on the hilt and paid close attention to all the care that had been put into crafting it before she finally laid it carefully on the bed. Wordlessly she closed the distance between herself and Charles before placing a single kiss on his lips and throwing her arms around his neck. She squeezed him tightly as she buried her face in the junction between the mans neck and shoulder. The tears dripped quietly down her cheeks, and gradually came to wet the fabric of his shirts as she held him. For some time, she stood just like that with her body flush with his as she just held him. He had given her something that was well above and beyond what she had expected. He had given her freedom. Queens and princesses, women in general really, were not allowed to learn to fight. It was not the way of the world. So, even with her spunk, Eliza had never been taught the art of combat- not matter how many times she had begged as a child to go out at clank sticks with the noble boys. Perhaps it was because she was too precious, but that was one line Elizas father had never let her cross. Placing a butterfly light kiss on his neck, Eliza finally pulled back once tears had finally ceased flowing. Will you teach me, Charles? She whispered, and finally let out a little chuckle as she pressed her hands flat on the mans pectoral muscles. When youre not too busy drinking or pouting at parties as is your kingly duty, will you hide away in the garden with me and teach me how to wield such a weapon? Her eyes just searched his hopefully as she asked him for such lessons. Ill be a hell of a student. I know I will. With a snort of laughter, she blinked away what was left of her tears and looked away at the sword on her bed as she stayed close to her husband. Ill even dress as a noble boy if youd like. Might even beat you while covered in dirt. She teased as she looked to him once more. This was a lightheartedness that she had yet to offer to Charles alone. In that action alone, she had decided that she was indeed starting to fall for the man even though he had been so prickly before. She just hoped he would stay like this. Thank you. She whispered before lifting onto her tiptoes to plant another kiss on his lips. Click to expand... Charles watched the females reaction to the weapon and was certainly happy of the way she felt. He was fearful of the reaction it would spur from her, unsure if she would like it or hate it. If she would think it was something to fill the gap of no present, or realize how much it truly meant to the both of them. His dark brown orbs scanned the female and watched, waiting for her to speak about the gift. He could tell that she mustve liked it, she held it lightly. Making sure that she wanted to take good care of it. His gaze fell to the females eyes and watched the light glisten that hit them, he noticed the way she held back her tears, almost making a small tear of his own roll down before he was able to resist it. Seeing the joy in her eyes, along with the tear rolling down her cheek couldnt have made him any happier, he didnt expect such a reaction from the gift. Charles watched how delicately she handled the weapon, placing it back in the sheath and onto the bed. His orbs never left the females figure as she made her way through the room. As she approached him once again a small shiver surged through his spine. Almost instantly her lips pressed against his own along with her body. He leaned down to the female and returned the peck for the brief moment that it lasted. His arms slithered around the females back, holding her body against his own and his hands gripping the copious amount of fabric that covered the female. Her dress, however elegant it was was certainly the dress for a Queen. His hands rested on the females back and his eyes fell shut, something about having the female so close to him was so relaxing. He didnt want the moments with her to end, the connections of their lips, of their bodies, being around her was something that he truly didnt expect. The tears that were erupting from her eyes covered his undershirt, the light moisture touched his skin and caused another smile to find its way to his lips. One of his hands found its way up her back and to her golden locks, his hand slowly sifting through the luscious locks. The feeling of her silken hairs between his fingers was relaxing, every bit of her presence was easing him, although part of him still wanted to blame the alcohol within, he knew that it was just the female herself having the effect. As the female pulled away to reveal her visage he smiled down to her with a wide grin. His hand moved from her locks and to her cheek, cupping the flesh gently. His pointer finger extended to a sole tear that ran down her cheek. Scooping the tear along with the trail he smiled to Eliza, genuinely as his hand went to the back of her neck, cupping it gently continuing his caring gaze. The words that slithered between Elizas lips rang against Charles ears, causing his smile to brew up a small laugh. The question itself was funny, not to most but he just thought that fact that she had even need to ask was a tad bit humorous. The thumb of his hand that remained on her cheek grazed the delicate skin slowly. Of course I will teach you dear Eliza. I wouldnt trust any trainer with the Queen, that wouldnt be very proper or kingly of me. Now would it? He returned with a questioned even though it was clearly a rhetorical one. But you wont be practicing with that. Cant have you ruining the steel so soon. He whispered under his breath before hearing her teasing, causing another snicker to escape his lips, as his arm around her tugged her a tiny bit closer to himself. I hate to brag, but Im one hell of a swordsman. The day you knock me into the dirt is the day that I forfeit my Kingship. The comment was clearly a teasing joke that he was making back to her, but at the same time he wasnt exactly kidding. Despite the strength inside and out that she possessed, she shouldnt be able to strike him down anytime soon. As she pushed herself onto her tiptoes he leaned down, not wanting to make her to all the work for an embrace that wasnt merely just for her. Rather than making it a quick kiss to his lips he tugged the female closer, tilting his head to the side ever so slightly to deepen the embrace. The hand continued its light grip on the females cheek, moving her head along with his own for the sake of the embrace. His skin heated up and felt even hotter to the touch, causing her to certainly feel it. His hand mustve felt like a fire against her cheek, although her cheek wasnt exactly the coldest surface in the world either. At this point he knew that his heat wasnt solely from the alcohol. There was a mixture of reasons for it but he wouldnt tell her, he still needed to preserve some sort of masculinity to the female, or more that was what he thought. After the few moments that seemed like an eternity, Charles pulled his lips away from the females. While he wished the moment hadnt ended he still felt like for some reason he needed to. To just let everything sink in for a minute until he dared to steal another kiss. His eyes opened and the dark orbs instantly found her visage once again, looking upon it with that same devilish smile back on his lips. It was my pleasure Eliza. I hope that we managed to put it to a good use. Well you more than I. He elaborated as his hand ran through his short brown locks. He stepped past the female and went towards the sword that remained on the bed, grabbing it from the hilt and slowly making his way towards an empty part on the wall. It was a weapon for the Queen, but its beauty and perfection was similar to hers. While its purpose was far from decorative, it was impossible to not present with the utmost beauty. I hope you dont mind if I rest it here while its not in use. The words didnt really sound as if they awaited an answer, he was going to display it in their room either way but he didnt want to be stone cold about it. As the sword was gently placed on the plaque he turned on the heels of his shoes, finally keeping his eyes on the female one last time. Thank you for your gift as well. I can not begin to explain how much it means to me. Truly, my Queen. He expressed his gratitude and his hands both reached for one of her own, placing it between his own and letting his fingers graze over her knuckles gently. I plan to use your gift well, and win in my fa- our family name. He corrected himself and felt bad for the mistake. He didnt mean for the slip up and it was their name now, not just his. I hope that we can get you to use the gift I got you sooner rather than later. He whispered under his breath as his finger continued to graze the soft hands the female possessed.