Thread: A Kingdom in Turmoil  (ThickLeaves x Sketchyequine)

Her pale eyes watched carefully as he closed the door behind them, and it made her think of all the times they would close it. They would share this chamber until death did them part- as stated in their vows. That would stay closed while they slept, argued, and made love. For this point on, they belonged only to one another- even if it may not be what either of them had initially wanted. Eliza ran her finger tips over one of the oil painting that hung on the wall. The sheer beauty of everything in this room was breathtaking. She had never lived anywhere as extravagant as this palace, and the idea that this was now her home with her new husband was almost overwhelming. The transition was sudden, and it was definitely taking some adjustment, but the more time she spent with Charles the more she was able to convince herself that their marriage wouldnt be completely miserable. She turned and allowed her eyes to linger as he began to remove the flashy clothes from his body. Her instincts told her to look away, but the truth was that she wanted to see. Her and charles had only ever been together during flashy events full of royal extravagance. She had never seen him in anything as simple as his undershirts, and seeing him like that brought a bit of a smile to her face. He looked to much more desirable like that in his undershirts. Less like a stuck up king, and more like a man. There was something raw about it, and it almost made Charles more ehuman to his wife. This quality allowed Eliza to admit to herself for the first time that she was, in fact, sufficiently physically attracted to her young husband. The wind rustling his hair and the fabric of his clothes only reassured that fact. Her eyes followed him as he approached the chest at the foot of the bed, and she smiled as he started to speak. She knew he would be presenting her with her gift and the secrecy of the item had her reeling just know what it was that he couldnt present to her in from of their people. She listened intently to his words and her eyes searched for his. How could he have known these things about her prior to meeting heer? Eliza had not been the only one doing research prior to this event. He knew of her masculine tendencies including her refusal to back down. When he pulled the blade from the chest tears welled up in the young queens eyes. These were not tears of sorrow or remorse, but instead of positive nature. The sentiment was beyond anything she had ever expected of the man. With shaking hands she reached for the weapon, wrapping her hands around the hilt and carefully relieving her husband of the weapon so as to not injure him with it. She shook her head at his mention of gifting it to another if she didnt want it. Eliza choked down a sob as she held the weapon in front of her allowing the polished metal to gleam in the candlelight. The light reflected off of the mirror-like surface and shone on the womans face- lighting her up as well. She gazed at the beauty of her husbands gift in silence for some time before to finally managed to tear her eyes away from it. She glanced at the man as a tear streamed down her velvet-soft cheek before looking back to the sword. Eliza ran her thumbs over the jewels on the hilt and paid close attention to all the care that had been put into crafting it before she finally laid it carefully on the bed. Wordlessly she closed the distance between herself and Charles before placing a single kiss on his lips and throwing her arms around his neck. She squeezed him tightly as she buried her face in the junction between the mans neck and shoulder. The tears dripped quietly down her cheeks, and gradually came to wet the fabric of his shirts as she held him. For some time, she stood just like that with her body flush with his as she just held him. He had given her something that was well above and beyond what she had expected. He had given her freedom. Queens and princesses, women in general really, were not allowed to learn to fight. It was not the way of the world. So, even with her spunk, Eliza had never been taught the art of combat- not matter how many times she had begged as a child to go out at clank sticks with the noble boys. Perhaps it was because she was too precious, but that was one line Elizas father had never let her cross. Placing a butterfly light kiss on his neck, Eliza finally pulled back once tears had finally ceased flowing. Will you teach me, Charles? She whispered, and finally let out a little chuckle as she pressed her hands flat on the mans pectoral muscles. When youre not too busy drinking or pouting at parties as is your kingly duty, will you hide away in the garden with me and teach me how to wield such a weapon? Her eyes just searched his hopefully as she asked him for such lessons. Ill be a hell of a student. I know I will. With a snort of laughter, she blinked away what was left of her tears and looked away at the sword on her bed as she stayed close to her husband. Ill even dress as a noble boy if youd like. Might even beat you while covered in dirt. She teased as she looked to him once more. This was a lightheartedness that she had yet to offer to Charles alone. In that action alone, she had decided that she was indeed starting to fall for the man even though he had been so prickly before. She just hoped he would stay like this. Thank you. She whispered before lifting onto her tiptoes to plant another kiss on his lips.