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

Harick simply grunted in response as he sat on his seat. Months of war had eroded at his manners and he had all but forgotten the woman he had chosen to take as his wife, and the beauty that had compelled him to do so. He had barely registered her beauty as he lifted the veil, and made minimal effort as she tiptoed to kiss him. His feelings had been pushed down and he remained in the frame of mind of a warrior, thinking in strategies and of his men, dying in a foreign land. No need to thank me, I didn't organise this. He stated bluntly, his voice deep and rough from shouting and bellowing on the battlefield. It was true, he hadn't organised any of it. That had been left to Sivas in the absence of the king. In fact, Harick had been bewildered by the way he had been rushed away, and at the decorations and frivolities in the ballroom. He hadn't realised there was a room in his bleak and dull castle that looked so cheery. In any other mood he would have appreciated it, but now he was distant, paying it no more attention. As the even drew on Harick ate and drank his share of the food and ale, sampling foods that tasted strange and foreign after so long living on military rations. He relished in the food, making little conversation with his new wife. When everyone was done eating the people called for the couples first dance. Harick refused at first, but the people insisted, seeming to forget about his temper for which he was know. He reluctantly stood, taking his wife's hand and leading her to the space cleared for their dance. Harick danced awkwardly. He had never been one for dancing. He could never quite grasp it and didn't see the point, so, without out a clue as for what to do, he just settled for trying not to stand on Endolynn's feet. As they dance they were accompanied by slow, elegant music from various harps, violins and flutes. When the people were satisfied everyone began to dance, the music becoming much more lively as Harick withdrew to the edge of the room, watching his new wife. He didn't know how to feel about her. How should he treat her? He though about this and more until he stood upon the dias to make a speech. I thank you all for your contribution, however I am starting to tire and would like to retire to my chambers with my new wife. He called out among the ballroom, which had grown quiet, with slow music and dancing. You there, I'd like towels and a bowl of hot water sent to my room so I can wash. He said pointing at a serving girl. And with that he left, taking his wife with him. They walked the cold corridors in silence, apart from the King pointing out important rooms to his Queen in a very matter of fact way. They arrived at his chambers when the king realised they were no longer his, but theirs. It was things like that that he would have to get used to. He pushed the double doors open and walked in, leaving Endolynn to heave them shut. The fire place had been lit and now emanated warmth into the room. I'm sure you must be tired, Harick began, gesturing to the large bed. So get some rest. Tomorrow you'll pick out your handmaiden and any other servants you require, among other duties befit a Queen . There was simply no emotion in his voice as he made his way to the bowl of hot water and began to wash his face. He had no intention of getting to know his wife or bedding her tonight, or any time soon. He simply had no appetite for sex. Instead he stripped off and washed himself quickly, showing the hair that grew on his chest and the various scars he had gained over the course of the twenty six years of his life. After washing he climbed into the large bed and was deeply asleep in a matter of minutes.