Thread: Rags, Riches, and Rumors [ Bear & LordBesar ]

Ermine had expected a negative reaction out of the king, because when she spoke she knew that it was not a womans place to speak so frankly about the business of the kingdom. Her mother had told her what her place was and it was by no means in any position to speak her mind. She was sure that he would be calling the wedding off at the very least if not something worse, such as shaming her family publicly for raising such a brazen daughter. But instead, the King had seemed unfazed by her speaking her mind, quite the opposite and being intrigued by a girl that dare let her tongue go loose in his prescence. She searched his face for signs of anger that would hint that he was about to punish her for her mistake, but there was none. He met her gaze evenly, and surprised her by offering out a very fair compromise. He not only withheld anger from being spoken to in such a manner by a woman, but he listened to what she had to say and offered something that was beyond reasonable. She could understand going through with the ceremony, and he had compromised far more than what Ermine had ever expected him to do. That sounds beyond fair. Your people will appreciate that you are still considering them at a time such as this. She said, a more genuine smile coming to her lips for the first time in their interaction, a less forced and definitely warmer version of what had been on her face previously. This was the first time that her opinion had actually changed anything, and it was a shock that her opinion could do such good if whispered in the right ear. Her mother had taught her that a woman had control in one place and one place alone - the kitchen. They decided what was to be on the table and ruled over the meal, which was their job since the husband would provide the food they cooked, the roof over their head, and the clothes on their back. A woman had to maintain the upkeep of the home, cook the meals, and mend the clothing when it started to wear. But perhaps here she could be more than that, since Ermine was poor at stitching, had only rudimentary cooking skills, and did not clean to her mothers expectations. In the short time and even shorter conversations she had been a part of, she had learned a great deal about the man that she was to wed and she was confident that the union would not be a complete tragedy. The king would get a young, lovely women to share his bed with him and she would get the chance to do something for the people that had suffered for years on end already. Perhaps her parents did know a thing or two about making a marriage. The feast was coming to an end and she could sense that her fiance was not ready to leave, and she was not against his company. Her feelings showed to be quite true as he took her hand in his much larger one, requesting her so politley to join him in a stroll through the grounds to see the gardens and bond as a couple that was to be. A stroll would be grand, as this place is to be my home. She said as she accepted his grasp, her fingers lacing through his gently, Would you be so kind as to lead the way, my lord? She had allowed one outburst, but any more than that would be pushing the envelope too far even for a queen to be. And I would be delighted to hear about the history of the royal family, if youd care to share some.