Thread: The Heart Asks Pleasure First (Methos x Snow)

Re The Heart of a King Methos x Snow His voice seemed as cold as his expressionCharlottes eyes had averted in their attention the moment she noticed his staring, with much more intensity, back towards her from the corner of his own eyes. Of course, she was not surprised to find him curious, as she had been as wellbut the grim countenance plastered stonely upon his face sent an unsettling chill down her spine. Why did he look so appalled? Drawing her lips inward somewhat, Charlottes eyes fixated upon the flickering light of the unity candle burning upon the alter before them. Since the announcement of her engagement to the Crown Prince, Charlotte had remained relatively ecstatic at the idea of marriage. She had never one considered that her new husband would not like her. The idea was unfathomable to her! And for the moment, had literally stalled the heart beat beneath her breast. All of Charlemagne adored herAt least she thought they did, but not she had begun to question their sincerity in a moment of desperate insecurity. There had been countless people there to bid her farewell, some even dressed in black as if mourning her loss! But had all of that been for show? A faade to appease the nobility? For as much as she had, Charlotte was equally as charitableHer influence on her mother had provided a significant abundance in Charlemagnes economy, elevating the poor and destitute of her country. Surely..Surely they cared for her? Her friends, her companions whom had accompanied her? Did they hold any genuine interest in her apart from her crown? A sharp inhale brought Charlotte back into realityFluttering her eyelashes somewhat to regain her vision as the Priest bid them to face one another. The slightest of flames burned in the depths of the Princess hazel eyes, as she turned to face her husband, extending her hand out delicately to receive her ring. How could he strip her of all her confidence, without any words? No man, nor woman for that matter, had ever been able to make her doubt herself for a moment in the entirety of her life! And yet within the first few seconds of meeting this man, a man she was bound to spend the rest of her life beside, had managed to send her into a near panic attack with just a sideways glance! Nevertheless, Charlotte smiled elegantly towards her new husband. A slight quirk to her brow as he leaned in with such a dignified stiffness, placing his lips firmly against her own with as much passion and warmth as scorpionHer smile remained, though perhaps now lingering out of a sense of disbelief than any girlish delight. Reality was slowly settling in for the Princess, and as they turned to face the audience, Charlotte was confronted by a sea of hundreds of scrutinizing eyes. Never had she felt so objectified in CharlemagneSo utterly insignificant But now, such was not the way for a Princess of any sort to think! Particularly, a Princess from a foreign nation, who would hence forth carry the reputation of duel countries upon her slender shoulders. Charlotte once more raised her chin, smiling more sincerely to the crowd as she looped her arms affectionately around her husbands. Determination, and arguably stubbornness, were qualities long lived in the Charlemagne royal familyparticularly, in regards to their women. She would have the people of Aldamor love her, and she would love them in turnShe would be the Queen never imagined by them, but much cherishedAnd the same would be said for her husband She would find some way, to find his love. His silence however, even as they walked in procession to the banquet halls, placed significant strain upon her poise. She found herself gazing upon the rather lacking dcor of the palace, wondering where all of the statues and tapestries were to be foundThere were many suits of armors, maps and weaponry to be found, but nothing of anybeauty. The banquet hall was equally as bland, as far as Charlemagnian tastes were concerned. Round tables were set up, draped in dark red cloths with only a candle encased in crystal as the centerpiece. The Royal table was set up in similar fashion, though rectangular in shape and with several more candleholders, and more extravagant looking chairsThere were no fountains, no elaborate portraits, and a very skim looking group of musicians gathered into the far corner of the room as far as entertainment was concerned. Were there no card tables? No billiards? Was this not supposed to be a celebration? Charlotte, trying her best to not look bewildered, was led to the long table at the head of the room, and sat down quietly next to her husband, who in turn was seated next to the King and Queen at the center of the table. The remainder of the seats were taken up by her brothers and sisters-in- law, as well as the eldest Princess Elizabeths husband, William. Beside Charlotte, was the youngest Princess Anne, as well as Lord Choiseul, who seemed as much in silent disbelief as his Princess. On the opposite side of the Queen, was Princess Elizabeth and her husband, as well as the middle and youngest princes, Wolfgang and Louis. All dressed in a similar fashion to Philip, with hues of silver and reds in their attire, Charlotte felt as if she was surrounded by funeral attendees rather than a wedding party! However, as she sat down Anne, who was more than several years her younger, eagerly leaned towards her new sister-in-law. Your dress is absolutely beautiful! Have you brought more like it? She whispered, green eyes sparkling with a curiosity completely absent from her elder brothers. Charlotte blinked several times, looking down at the young girl, before smiling radiantly and nodding in response. Perhaps not all hope was lost in Aldamor after all