Thread: A Kingdom in Turmoil  (ThickLeaves x Sketchyequine)

Charles was still beyond fascinated by the stallion before them, he was the perfect gift for him and planned to use the stallion to the fullest. He would produce great feats at plenty of tournaments and if it came to it, it would provide even more feats in battle. He remembered his younger years, the jousting matches that he won, the tournaments that he strided through in the name of his father, but now they would be for himself and for his wife, rather than his father. The horse was a perfect gift, reminding him of the life he once had and that even as a king he would still be able to indulge in his childhood dreams. He couldnt believe such a perfect gift could come from his bride, a women who didnt know him before a few days ago, and the gift seemed to be so personal that he almost felt ashamed he hadnt thought of something as genuine and perfect for her. He was a bit curious as to how she knew so much of his interests, but he wasnt fighting it, she seemed to have done her research fairly well. Charles was worried about the way she would receive the gifts, whether she would truly appreciate them or just accept them as they were. They arent the cheapest of gifts to come by, they encrusted with more jewels that Charles had been gifted through his life, although he wasnt one much for the flashy jewels in the first place. However his gift was more of a symbol then a present, it showed that the two were one now. The horses that her family has, and their military strength, while his family was richer, holding the more luxurious items rather than the stronger necessities. He couldnt stop his lips from forming a into a smile as she ran her delicate hands over the equally as delicate stones, happy to see that she at least seemed to cherish the items. He let a deep breath out knowing that at least he could have done worse, so he didnt mind. Charles enjoyed the embrace while it lasted, his skin being hot to the touch and the alcohol still allowed for him to appreciate the female and her touch. While she was strong on the inside she was still a delicate, soft female who melded well with him, despite the visual comparison they had. They mustve seemed like a crazy due together, on the inside and the outside. The only real similarities they had were their stubborn persona along with their royal status. One that now they shared together name and all. He slowly let his hand fall from her cheek, letting the embrace diminish along with her. He allowed her to speak, letting her make the crowd aware of their departure, he let his hand find hers once again, interlacing their fingers with a smile still tugging ferociously at his lips. Occasionally his free hand would reach out, letting the pads of his fingers graze over the marble and other decorative objects they passed, taking in the castle that now belonged to him, well him and his bride. Charles listened intently as his bride began to speak, hanging on every word, especially after the mention of the joust that would be held. Well of course, the marrying of two great houses can simple not be accommodated by one gathering. I suspect there will be many many more to come out way, but I trust that you will enjoy them. Youll just need to ensure that I enjoy them, before they come to a close. The tone of his voice was teasing, it was more of a conscious joke the the last ones, however he still was able to blame it on the alcohol. He let out a deep sigh and then nodded his head slowly, preparing himself to make a small comment for his bride. If it makes you feel any better, I was just upon the opposite end of that. The prince who would attempt his very best to find the most ravishing princess of them all. Id say that I made off fairly well in this instance. He admitted from the heart, however they had their differences they were slowly beginning to get over them, that and he couldnt stop himself from being truthful with the female, that and he saw no reason not to compliment her. She was nearly the perfect women, and if he was at a tournament, who he gave his rose to would be no contest with Eliza nearby. Charles stepped into the room and looked around to all of the surrounds, the decorations that filled the extravagant room. Even he had not been allowed to see it, this was purely set up by the nobles, lords and ladies that had came to see the wedding. The only thing he knew would be within the room would be the Queens special present, one that he feared she might not enjoy more and more by the moment. Charles pushed the door closed behind the pair, stopping the flow of cool air from the balcony through the door. His hands rose to his collar, slowly working down the front of his overshirt, it was constricting and of course far to heavy, He slowly pushed it off and felt the cold air blowing in from the balcony, flowing through hsi under shirts. He ran his hand through his hair and looked to the bed, his eyes falling to the chest at the foot of it. A small sigh escaped his lips as he walked towards the chest at the end of the bed. My Queen, you are stronger on the inside then maybe people I have known. From what Ive heard you have the spirit of a warrior and a fighter rather than a Princess who marries to save their family. He explained before flipping the locks and then grabbing the lid, slowly pushing it open. I know this might not mean as much to you, but I think that a Queen such as yourself should have it. He reached inside and grabbed an object from within it, his hands slowly raising with a sword. The sword was of course encrusted with many jewels along the hilt, but he was realistic with the object. I know youve more likely than not never had to handle one, but a strong Queen should know at least how to wield it along with the basics. Charles was more of a manly man, but in this instance they would be spending their lives together and he felt as though she should be able to embrace the warrior within if she so desired. He slowly stepped towards the female, having the hilt end of the sword facing the female, allowing her to reach for it and not injure herself before she even started. Of course if youd rather a knight or myself have it Id understand. But I believe that youre a strong and capable women. Charles was speaking from the heart more and more through the night, and the sword showed that it wasnt a decision he had made under the influence of the alcohol. It was a plan he had set forth long before their dance or his drinking, it was something he set out on as soon as he heard of the female. Beyond all of that the sword was something he created on his own, wishing he could always be a knight he knew the basics of being a blacksmith. He stood before the female holding the weapon waiting for her to take it, that or her to decline the gift and him find an alternative use for the weapon.