Thread: The King's Bride. (Cr0ssy994 x LingeringDesire)

Endolynn blinked at her husband, his bluntness was bruising. What kind of man wouldn't take the reins and at least take her words in kind, and try to please his wife? She sat beside him, silent. When he did speak to her, she returned his word with small words of her own. Tailoring her conversation was different and she wasn't used to the self censoring. Wishing for more attention, it was a horrible feeling in the pit of her stomach. The call for their first dance made her stomach drop. Even more so when her husband outright refused. Very near tears the woman silently prayed that his mind would be changed. Please, If not for me... then for them, please Harick. her voice was soft and the tears clinging to her thick lashes were very real. Though it seemed to do the trick, the people cheering him on. they took the floor, her hand trembling in his as she lifted her skirts. It was awkward, the music swelling and them barely moving. He held her at arms length when she wished to be pulled close to him and moved about with sure, confident steps. It was slowly breaking her heart. But perhaps he didn't know how, this thought filled her and se calmed a bit. Following his lead around the dance floor, her eyes sparkling up at him, though he barely glanced down at her. When more joined them, he ducked out leaving her on the arm of another gentleman. The captain of his guard floated her along the dance floor as she laughed and moved easily to the music in his arms. The solid clanking of metal brought everything to a halt as the king stood and spoke. Her mind raced, their chambers... already. She was taken away, his cold hands grasping her arm and nearly dragging her out. Her heart was speeding along in her chest, he would take her and make her his tonight. No longer would her body be her own. Excitement and apprehension filled her, but somewhere deep in her soul she knew she wasn't wanted, truly wanted by his actions. The rooms passed, her barely listening to his words of what they were and already she was lost when they arrived at their chambers. These were the same she dressed in earlier, he walked in, dropping her arm and leaving her to pull the large chamber doors shut. Thankfully the guards following them pulled them closed for her as she smiled and entered their shared chambers. She blinked at his back as he spoke, yes she was tired, having been up early to travel and then all the days events. His voice was cold and emotionless as he moved to the bowl and began washing. Her eyes lingered on her husband, the strong form stripping and undressing before her as though she had seen him a million times before. Staring at him, she began undressing herself slowly. He may have been an uncaring man but he was lovely, quite lovely to gaze upon. Her own body was exposed to the flames in the fireplace, the warmth embracing her more than her husband ever would. The things she was able to remove were her outer dress and her many slips, the corset and under dress were much too tight about her form. Endolynn watched him climb into bed naked, and thought he would offer some assistance, what a fool she was. She moved onto the bed to ask for help she found him sound asleep. pulling on her robe she moved to the door and asked for the guard to secure her a maiden for the night. An older woman entered the chamber a few moments later, Endolynn was sitting before the fire in tears. Saying nothing she stood and the woman stripped her bare. Embarrassed that word would spread of how the king wouldn't even bed her she simply closed her eyes. Such a disgrace and she assumed because of her lineage he'd not bed her anytime soon, save for when the advisors called for an heir. It would be a miserable life by his side. After she was undressed, the woman left. Endolynn brushed her hair and slipped into be, her night dress was warm and offered warmth, where her husband curled onto his side of the bed and offered none. She fell asleep with tears running the course of her cheeks. How could he marry her, then not bed her. Was he as forced into this as she, why didn't he want her? In her sleep she curled against her husband, as though begging him to want and love her, desperation in her every sleeping action.