Thread: Wife of the Dark Lord (w/Kosmik_Khaos)

Isla lead Eliza to her workshop which had its walls covered with skeins of yarn and tread, rolls of fabric, and other tools of her trade. The center of the floor held racks of clothing and several mannequins in dresses. Isla made quick work going through the dresses pulling out several at a time to find the perfect one. Thank you my Lady. Isla said beaming at the compliment to her work. Lord Aerin gave me this area to make your dresses in my free time, well it was for me to make whatever I pleased and you're just so beautiful that Everytime i see you I get inspired to make a dress. She admitted with a blush. Finally finding the perfect dress and the accessories to match she helped Eliza get ready. Braiding Eliza's hair took almost as long as finding the right dress for her but isla took it as a personal challenge, a simple braid just would for her Lady. Nimble fingers worked Eliza's beautiful locks into an intricate braid. Your hair is amazing my Lady. She complimented. As she worked Eliza's hair into the braid she talked idly of her time and duties in the castle. How Lord Aerin after the wars orphaned her, that many of the servants were refugees of the wars, how he required all his staff to be able to at least read and write so he put them all through academy. She even reveals that she was Aerin's and Eliza's personal seamstress which explained how she knew all her measurements. Smiling at the nervous woman Isla replied. How long has he kept you waiting my Lady, a few more minutes won't kill him. Stepping back and taking in Eliza's she beamed. Perfect, now there no reason to be frightened, today will be wonderful and I'll bet gold on it. You just need to relax and have a good time. Smiling and bobbing a curtsy to Eliza she flashed another proud smile. Thank you Lady, your compliments are to much and I would very much enjoy talking with you again. As his wife approached Aerin found himself staring nearly enthralled by the pulchritudinous woman. The Don't just gawk at her wool brain. He chided himself. She is my wife and I can gawk at her all I want burn it. He retorted to himself. Before he could start an all out argument inside his mind Eliza reached him and spun. Seeing hey this close in the dress left Aerin, the Emperor of all Grennin, the Dark Lord, the peerless conqueror, gaping like the simple Shepard he used to be. When she looked up at him and asked what he thought he closed his mouth and tried to swallow but found his mouth to be as dry as the Farav desert. You are beautiful. He said still staring. The dress looks good to. He added almost as an after thought. Gathering his thoughts he lifted his hand holding the vibrant bouquet of flowers. May I? He asked stepping behind her without an answer and started to place the flowers into her braid. He moved with depth less care and patience as he worked the delicate blooms into place. Once finished he stepped beside her and took her hand in his. I figured we would walk there seeing it isn't too far and the day is lovely he said leading her out of the castle gates and onto the city streets of Quien. The streets were overflowing with life. People bustled about, merchants under colourfully covered stands hawked their goods. A plethora of aromas from perfumes to food shared the air with the sounds children running and playing. Can you believe that not so long ago this city was a tiny farm village? Aerin asked with a proud smile while leading then through the crowds towards the festivities. As they see closer the sound of music joined the noise of the city. Once they reached the festival Aerin smiled at the numerous tents. They were filled with games, food, gifts, contests and all other forms of entertainment surrounding a postgraduate clearing where people were already dancing to the lovely music. Turning to his wife Aerin grinned. So my Lady what do you wish to do first?