Thread: Sold to an Arrangement (Rania Lark x Wander)

We have all arrived on this festive occasion for the entwining of these two souls in the bond of marriage. Leopold sighed, shaking his head in disbelief at how he had gotten himself in this situation, while the parish prattled on with the marriage ceremony, sounding more like a guttural toad than a man thanks to his croaky voice. Rebellious Prince Thats what they had called Leopold. And now here he was about to be wedded to a stranger he did not even know or wish to know. This girl standing beside him in the veil was a nobody to him and that is what she shall always remain, a nobody . If he could not get his happiness, neither would he allow his cunning, nefarious father to gain what he sought to achieve through leverage. NO FATHER! NO! Mercy! Have Mercy! Even here the horrid sight wouldnt abandon him and appeared like a nightmare. And that father of his, that symbiotic fiend, that creature, yes that was the word creature for no human could be like him. The creature had put him in this circumstance. The battle may have been won by the creature, but the war shall be won by him. He turned towards the girl beside him and his deep blue hue of his eyes gazed at her through the veil. Golden tresses fell down in bouncing curls just above his shoulders. A royal of a royal bloodline of warriors, he was gifted with a large form, tapering and wide shoulders, evident nerves, his mail and vest were unable to hide his stature. More bull than man in his form, Leopold did not belie his name and was, at least physically, the model prince. As he gazed at her through the veil, Leopolds plump pink lips curled into an affectionate smile, offering her promises of love, of affection, of fidelity, dedication, and responsibility for the rest of her life. You are getting none of those things, woman. He thought furiously. My father may have coerced me into marrying you, but he will never succeed in getting me to do his bidding. He wants a royal heir, a male to continue his bloodline. But his bloodline ends here. You shall forever be longing for the joys of motherhood and I shall revel in my victory over the great King Gurtain. Such was the tale of father and son. A practical Machiavellian, King Gurtain was nothing but a shrewd lord. His empire always held priority over his people. And this led to discontent, but stability for his empire was run upon the rock solid basis of stringent laws. On the other hand, Prince Leopold was the heart of the citizens. They loved him. So, it was not surprising that father and son never came to terms with each other. The snake and mongoose can never be friends. Senate congregations were personal battlegrounds and while one law was brought in for prosperity of the state, it was countered by another for the betterment of the people. You may have destroyed everything, father, Do you accept Princess Susanna as your lawfully wedded wife? But you will never win, not even over my corpse. I do. No more words were necessary, his cape waved in the soft breeze that travelled across the crowded confines of the basilica, it swirled like a white flag of surrender and defeat, a defeat of self, but not spirit. I now pronounce you husband and wife. You may Kiss the bride. Leopolds lips curled further. Kiss, He thought with disgust. He reached forward and lifted her veil. Susanna was truly an ethereal beauty. Any other man would be overcome with longing and need at the very sight of her. But Leopold was not any other man. He was unphased and unperturbed. He stared directly into her eyes. I am going to give this all of my passion, woman. Let this be your moment of glory. You shall never get anything after this. Leaning in, he pressed his lips against hers in a kiss so passionate that no groom would ever have given to his bride. Arms coiling around her and holding her slender form against him, in his grasp like a python, lips pressed so hard, they almost hurt with pleasure, parting to let his tongue taste her lips and its confines within. Releasing her, he wiped his lips and thought, Cherish it as much as you can. This was first and last.