Thread: Clashing of the Royals ( Ava & Bloody Ava )

Between the cheers emanating from the crowds of nobles that occupied the room and the meaningless kiss from her newly appointed husband. A kiss, though warm, held no true meaning to its intended purpose. A sigh escaped her lips and a smile tugged at the corner lip out of a silent thanks that this event was over and done. The worst part was over, or so she thought. Thanks and congratulations flooded her ears. The Knight that presented himself and gave them congratulations was a bit of a comforting sight for just a fleeting moment. The sea of people parted for the royal couple to exit the chapel and be ushered into the carriage. Cutting through the center of the village to the final destination. The place she was to call her new home. Women, men, and children alike cheered along the way. A sweet smile adorned her lips and she waved and tried to keep up a happy visage. It helped that she need not look at him for the time being as the people seemed genuinely enthralled in the marriage of their prince. One thing she had not asked about was the coronation, and when it would take place. Eola was certainly in no rush to bear the title of a Queen, just yet. Not that her confidence lacked in that department. Quite the contrary. She was very confident that she was more than capable for the duties as a Queen. As for a wife... that was a thing you could not practice for. The ride seemed deathly short as her eyes laid sight to the place she would be calling her new home. The village would, no doubt, celebrate in their name. What of them? Would they attend a celebration of their own of head straight for the... Her eyes stared into the air. Again, lost in her thoughts with not a word to say to her husband as they passed the statuesque gate leading to a large courtyard where the carried pulled before a set of ornate and towering wooden doors. The princess had seen little of her new home before today. She was simply lead to the throne room, which was none too far from the doors. She found herself pondering if her husband would give her a tour or she would have learn on her own. Only time would tell, of course. Her lips parted for a question and was disheartened when she realized that Lydia was not at her side. It felt rather naked. Butterflies or fear, she was not sure which had suddenly taken home in the pit of her stomach at the thought. Are we to join the celebration or... She ceased her sentence as a hand was lifted to assist her into leaving the carriage and her slippered feet touched the ground. The castle seemed much larger than she remembered. It was just now dawning on her that she, at some point in the future, would be ruling this, and its people. At her husband's side of course. That was the best scenario. She would win his trust and, at least, work to becoming friends. To force yourself upon your husband was never a good thing. And to to cuckhold him, or at least attempt to, could have your life ended in a heartbeat. A hand rested over her stomach, as though it would help ease the feeling that stored itself there. Her eyes observed everything, but her husband. From the walls to the ground to fine details of the windows.