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Thread: Distrust & Intentions || Prodi & Mach

She had to press her teeth together quite hard to keep from tossing back another jab his way--or more like hurl one his way. How could he be so forward in his pettiness to her? How could he act so wounded? He'd flirted sweet-nothings at countless girls, sometimes right in front of her, and he could still put on such an affronted show all because she wouldn't let herself be one of them? Was it so wrong that she didn't want to be another notch in his bed post? And he was acting like this , when he'd gotten that very notch just last night. Charlotte's chest tightened painfully, and now her resistance against fighting with him became an act of self-preservation. It stung to remember his outrage against her, even when she'd tried to suggest they forget everything and continue with their friendship--it hadn't been good enough. The sound of him turning in his chair brought her back, and she realized she hadn't been able to hold in all of her attitude. The change in his gaze stopped her short, like a splash of cold water. His eyes. He always got her with his eyes. Perching herself on the edge of his bed, she didn't know what to say to such a complement. As if having mercy on her, he kept speaking. Her heart beat a little faster at the thought of seeing her parents, the mix of excitement and dread she'd felt upon waking returned to her. Reaching back to the fruit plate, she picked up the strawberry she'd started, finishing off the rest of it. He brought up the marriage again, and she seriously considered taking him up on putting off the conversation. But then ... It startled her where her mind instantly went at the phrasing of his words. Her blue eyes lifted to his wide, almost innocent. Her expression did not give her away, and it was clear that he hadn't meant what she almost thought... It had been like a flash and now an echo of the ache he'd caused between her legs was there, and she had no idea what to do with it. Chewing slowly to give herself time, she did her best to ignore it and instead focused on him. It seemed he was still so similar--passive yet so obvious with what he wanted. What do you want to say about it, Max? You've brought it up twice now, so I know you want to speak. She asked simply, resting her hands in her lap. It was clear he had a piece to share, though she was dreading it a little. After all, his reputation had accelerated in the last three years, something she heard of numerous times even though she wasn't in his inner circle anymore. Was he going to let her know that their marriage was purely political, a matter of safety for their subjects? That he wanted to continue on with however many women he wanted, whenever he wanted? Though Charlotte had no way of knowing what her response would be, she was fairly sure her heart wouldn't be able to take it.
Thread: Distrust & Intentions || Prodi & Mach

Her eyes flicked up to his and he tried to get a read on her, unsure if she had thought the worst of his words once more or not. At this point, however, he didn't particularly care, and would let her believe what she liked. He got a certain strange pleasure at watching her eat, happy to be able to offer some kind of hospitality to her in this rather awful situation. She spun the topic back on him and he raised an eyebrow, leaning back. His eyes were on her, but just gazing, thoughtful, deep with rolling musing. After a long pause, he nodded slowly. The easiest thing to do would be to make it a political marriage alone - but you deserve more than that. While I'll agree that the beginning hasn't been ideal, I am willing to let this marriage grow into a partnership of substance. I don't want you to be miserable in your marriage to me, I don't want it to be a sham that's mocked and laughed over behind closed doors. He said, his tone firm and decided. As long as you're open to letting this grow into a true romantic partnership, willing to trust me and grow with me, I'll mean every promise I make at the altar. he paused, giving her time to respond, eyes watching her carefully, watching for any sign of her feelings of the situation. He didn't expect her to like it. In fact, he expected her to rebel and lash out at him, challenge him. To call out how this whole situation got started, to ask how he could expect her to give a true relationship a chance after he'd made her have sex with him, given her no choice in the matter, and forced her into this, albeit for the good of their nations. He expected her to laugh at the idea of him being loyal to one woman, what with the rumors of his hedonistic desires, nights spent with multiple women in his bed, the drink that flowed freely into his chalice. And truly, much of the palace would likely raise an eyebrow at the concept, but he was being honest with her - if she wanted a true marriage, he would give her one. After he'd given her a moment of silence to think, he added. Of course, if what you want is merely a political marriage, that's fine. But if I still know you, I don't think that's the kind of thing you want in your life.
Thread: Distrust & Intentions || Prodi & Mach

'The easiest thing to do would be to make it a political marriage alone - but you deserve more than that.' Boy, did that sentence take her on a wild ride of emotion. His turn of phrase at the end saved the tightening in her throat, but surprised her just the same. While she wasn't' sure what she expected of Max, she hadn't expected this--he seemed to have given this a great deal of thought... Given her a great deal of thought. He didn't want a marriage that was a sham, well, then at least they could agree on something. His next phrasing, however, left her less than hopeful. The possibility of growing a romantic partnership in an otherwise political marriage was quite an offer among people of their social status, this Charlotte knew. Max was really offering her something. Breaking her gaze from his, her eyes lowered down to the fruit plate as she tried to comprehend what she was feeling. So, Max believed that if he tried he could one day grow romantic feelings for her? It was kindness and a blow to her self esteem all at once. He spoke again and she felt a bit like he'd pulled her back into the room with him. He was waiting for a response. Looking back at him, she genuinely appreciated the olive branch. So much so it flooded her and as she blinked, two tears fell. She wiped them away quickly, almost ignoring them entirely. Thank you. And she meant it, she did. Maybe he expected a more volatile reaction from her... But... Did she really believe that Max could simply turn his back on a lifestyle that seemed to fit him so well? Her hands that were placed gently on her lap moved toward each other, fingers interlacing carefully. I think it would be easier on...both of us, if instead we try and be kind to one another. I think we would both be able to live well if we became friends again, don't you?
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She wiped her hands across her face and he noticed the tears just as she shook them away. He hadn't expected such a soft, gentle reaction as she thanked him, and folded her hands into her lap. He hadn't expected her to believe that he was capable of change, but he was glad that she was willing to give him the chance. And he was even more glad that she didn't want this to just be a political marriage, with each of them otherwise engaged when it came to romantic interests. Her last words made him smile slightly, and he nodded. I would greatly enjoy being friends with you again. I've missed having you around these last few years. He commented, leaning back in his chair. Then, in one smooth motion, almost catlike in his dexterity and grace, he rolled to his feet, crossing to her and offering her a hand. His smile grew a little bit. Come with me then, let me show you the castle. Some things have changed since you were last here, and there's much I can share with you. He said, offering her a hand and his arm. I have a feeling you'll like what I've had done with the library, and the grounds have been redecorated - my mother has been most instrumental in making the castle more attractive than when you were last here. And indeed, much had changed since she was last in this castle, more than just the appearance or physical structure. Perhaps, now that this plan was in motion, he could share with her the other reason why this marriage was so important to his father. Why this plan was so important. Why the kingdoms needed this pairing so badly, aside from the reasons she knew.
Thread: Distrust & Intentions || Prodi & Mach

The last time Charlotte had suggested they remain friends it had not gone over so well. She wasn't sure what she was expecting from him, but his response was beyond what she might've hoped. Returning his small smile with one of her own, relief flooded her system immediately...but there was the tiniest twinge. An echo of a question in the back of her mind. He said he'd missed her, missed her for years. So why had he never written to her, tried to see her? Why had he stayed away? Then his smile grew and she felt her heart squeeze. It was the first true smile she'd seen from him since she'd arrived, and when was the last time she'd seen one from him? Driven by that, she lifted her hand, sliding her fingers against his palm as she stood. Alright, lead the way. When he offered she let her arm entwine with his, walking close to him like they had always done. Now, however, she also had to ignore the sudden memories of the way their bodies had been close the night before. Clearing her throat innocently as they walked the halls, she was able to fill her mind with memories of his home--it had been awhile, but there were so many memories here. Most of them good. Looking up at him, she put last night away and simply let herself delight in being with him like this again. Oh, I always loved the grounds around here--the way the trees shade the pond. And I always thought the library was perfect as it was--so I'm very curious to see what you've come up with there.
Thread: Distrust & Intentions || Prodi & Mach

That small smile stayed on his face as she held his arm close. Her hand brushing his. First, he led her down the hall into the library. When she had last visited the castle, the large, vaulted room held bookshelves that towered, running the perimeter of the room. Now those shelves acted as barriers in the middle of the room, dividing it into rows, and the furniture that had been clustered into a central sitting areas now was divided into small coves of chairs and tables, clustered into private reading areas in the space, save for the huge fireplace, which had a number of sofas and chairs near it, designed for a larger group. My mother decided to rework the library to make it a more quiet, reserved space, and create a lounge space down the hall for more social affairs. He said. It's now a very nice place to seclude yourself if you need time away. He admitted, having clearly done so before. From there, he led her through a large set of doors out onto a balcony which overlooked the gardens. Below was the aforementioned pond, just as it had been when she was here last. The area around it had been sculpted more, however, molded from the rough bramble into a prim emerald grove, flowers and shrubs circling the area. A winding path led through the greenery. A small brook now flowed into the pond from one side, leading down from a small fountain. Just up the path was the hedge maze, designed by the Queen, who enjoyed puzzles and challenges. Taking a moment to view the area, Maximilian then turned back to Charlotte. I don't want to dampen this lovely view, but there's something I think you deserve to know, given the situation. He said, sighing softly. He loathed how this conversation kept coming up. But there's another reason last night occurred when it did. My father is attempting to secure this kingdom as best he can, make sure it is as stable as possible. He is... not well. Our physicians cannot help him, and they predict only a few more years in his life, at best. Max paused, looking out over the gardens. This is my mother's work, making his home more pleasant. His work is making his kingdom ready for the changes ahead. And, Maximilian left it unsaid, but the words were still clear - his work was to prepare to take that throne.
Thread: Distrust & Intentions || Prodi & Mach

Maximilian heard her out, not once speaking up to interrupt his young partner. To be sure - my father doesn't know I was going to share it with you, and I'd prefer he not. He's touchy on the subject, for many reasons, and we've been trying to keep it quiet anyway - his weakness would not benefit the kingdom in the least. And as I understand it, my father's intention is for the marriage to join the two kingdoms as allies, and then my ascension to the throne would mark the beginning of the merge. Until then, your kingdom and mine would retain their independence from each other. He paused, looking out into the gardens once more. I had... an idea, once I knew that I would be marrying you. An idea that, for our lifetime, and our lifetime alone, you would rule over your people, and me over mine, in a joint kingdom, of sorts. Together, and unified, but not one. Then the countries would not be forced into a total merge until the coronation of one of our... children. he said, the last word dropping off as if he too didn't want to dwell on the topic, though clearly not because he didn't desire her, but because he was unsure of the future of the relationship between them. But then, I question how wise it would be to have that rift between peoples, that distinction of who came from where. I want to promote a true unification, one people, one country. Not one culture, not one identity, but unity in difference, if that makes any sense whatsoever. He paused, sighing. I have every intention of telling your father after the wedding, with my father's permission. You are correct - there will be a meeting to determine the future, soon after the wedding. It will be... tense. At best, I'm sure. He paused once more, shaking his head a little. I'm sorry, I think this walk was supposed to take your mind off things. Would you like to go down into the gardens? he said, offering her his hand with yet another small smile.
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Of course. Charlotte immediately agreed once Max admitted that she wasn't supposed to know about his father's illness. The secret was safe with her as she really didn't want to be the one to stir that pot--and even if the king had not been civil to her in this situation, it didn't mean she would stoop to his level. Feeling restless, almost pensive, Charlotte looked away from him and back out to the gardens. Merely listening as he spoke of the kingdoms being allies, remaining separate until his ascension. Yes, it made sense. It hurt a little, but it made sense. But then Max spoke again of his own private idea and she was glad that she'd looked away. He wouldn't see the startled reaction in her eyes, and the way her chest tightened would always be her own secret. It was a nice thought, but even as she knew it wouldn't work he admitted as much himself. She couldn't decide if it was kind of him to even consider such an thing, or if it was only insulting that he'd been pondering over the fate of her people while she lounged unknowingly at home... His little idea was one that twisted her heartstrings, but no, it wouldn't work. Max would just have to take her people from her, it was the only way. Looking down at her hands instead of the beautiful scenery, she knew her thoughts were bitter and angry--she just needed time. In truth, she needed to be away from this place. More than anything she wished her parents would arrive and whisk her away. Max turned to her and she had no choice but to follow suit, managing a small smile herself though it was a strain. Did she want to go down into the gardens? Perhaps she might've, but not now. Charlotte gave a little shake of her head. Thank you, but no. I...I think I'm still tired, really. It's a bit dull I know, but could we sit in the library until my parents arrive? She asked, keeping her tone polite even as her mind was already on one of the couches she'd seen. She turned away without waiting for his response, leading the way rather than walking with him. Their attempts at conversation would no doubt hit more dead ends, she was sure.
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Charlotte seemed distant and distracted as he spoke, and he could hardly blame her, honestly. Nodding quietly at her question, he followed her back indoors, to one of the couches in the library, where they sat together. A small selection of books offered a distraction for the remaining time, until a servant appeared, announcing the arrival of Charlotte's parents. To this, Max could only respond with a soft nod and quiet sigh, standing back up and offering Charlotte his arm once more. He took her downstairs into the main hall where the other royals awaited. His father, dressed in robes of black and silver, with the crown on his head, and his mother, notably more colorful, in a blue gown trimmed with a matching silver. She had never taken on the Tremaine family colors, even after marrying his father, unable to stand the dull dark black. She offered a compromise by using that bright silver in her own garments, tying herself to the family without losing her own distinctive flair of color. As the young couple entered the room, she looked up with a soft gaze, and a small smile that carried some sort of hidden understanding. Unlike the anger in the eyes of Charlotte's father, the worry in her mother's gaze, and the sharp, cold calculating stare of his father, Max's mother held a gentle light of hope in her own eyes, and seemed easily the calmest person in the room. The discussion itself held little disagreements, as many of the ideas had obviously been considered by both groups. The wedding would be held at Charlotte's home, then followed by a marital procession to the Kingdom of Tremaine the following day. The couple would be apart until then, as it should be. The point of announcement was a bit sticky, however, as Max's father rather wanted a public declaration from the two of them, calling their marriage a joyful union in times of turmoil. Her parents, however, much like he suspected Charlotte did, felt that was far more than either necessary or fair to Charlotte. It was finally agreed that the news would be announced by royal proclamation by some heralds, then printed in newspapers for distribution. The message would be similar, but without the two of them being forced to display some affection so soon after these events. And with those negotiations concluded, it did not take long for Charlotte and family to depart from their castle, and not long for Maximilian to sweep away himself, wanting to avoid his father and the world for the time. Too much had happened, and there was too much he wanted to blame his father for, but couldn't. He'd agreed to this, and he knew this would help his people, but he also knew he'd hurt an old friend, and perhaps arranged for a marriage that could possibly make them both miserable. Hopefully it was worth it.
Thread: Distrust & Intentions || Prodi & Mach

It was quite clear to everyone in the church when the Princess' carriage arrived outside. The cheering roar of the crowd along the streets could be heard, delighted to catch even a glimpse. The people loved their princess. Public opinion was mostly positive about the marriage, many articles about the safety of the allied kingdoms had been released in the past weeks. Charlotte's wedding party entered first, a small group of her closest friends in delicate dresses traveling up the aisle. Then, it was Charlotte's cue to turn the corner and enter through the large doorway. Still tremendously nervous, her eyes were downcast though she kept her head up. She watched the wood flooring, doing her best not to let her gaze wander to the people watching her. She could feel all of the eyes staring at her--Max was looking at her right now, too. Halfway there, her blue eyes finally lifted, looking immediately at him. There he was . Seeing him waiting for her made it all real. Deep underneath all of the turmoil going on inside her, her heart sighed a little. He was so handsome...why did he have to be so handsome? And he was in a white shirt... The outfit was the lightest thing she'd ever seen him wear in her entire life. At the altar, she passed off her bouquet and moved to take her place standing before Max. Her hands were cool against his, revealing her nerves to him to some extent. Tentatively her eyes lifted to meet his as the priest began. Maximilian had been her childhood friend, the secret desire of her heart, and her greatest regret. She was standing where a younger version of herself had once thought about, but so much about the reality wasn't what she would have chosen. There were so many unanswered questions, and while she had been able to ignore them, now they clanged louder than ever. Was he going to be a faithful husband? Would she satisfy him, could she? Was he still mad at her? Was she still mad at him? That was the question that burned the brightest, and standing there she was afraid that meant she knew the answer. Charlotte had thought that by deciding to go through with the marriage she'd made peace with everything that had happened between them. But now she could fully feel inside herself that the peace was temporary, it was to a point. How could they go on never discussing the gap of three years where they'd utterly ignored each other? Yet, now she was here, promising herself to him for the rest of her life. If Max had meant what he'd said to her three weeks ago, she was ready to honor these promises. This was another truth that rang out to her suddenly, loud and clear. She was ready to really try with him. She believed that if they could find their lost friendship, their life could be a happy one. Looking into his beautiful green eyes, Charlotte had to hope that she was right.