Thread: A Kingdom in Turmoil  (ThickLeaves x Sketchyequine)

Charles couldnt help but let his curiosity get the better of him, after the comment that she made his mind was racing to what the present mightve been. Of course he had gotten the female a gift of her own, but he wasnt expecting her to get him one as well, let alone present it to him during their celebration. I have a feeling that you would never keep the present from your King. After all if you specially had gotten it for me, then it wouldnt do you any good. Now would it? He retorted to the female with a rather upbeat attitude. The wine was more than certainly doing its fair share to lighten his mood, her and alcohol did the works on him. But at least it was only visible to the female, he wasnt a mumbling, stumbling mess. Simply just a much sweeter and open man that he would normally be caught as. Although Charles had to confess to himself, that if anyone was to see this side of him it would be his wife, seeing as she would learn it in due time anyway. He still would of course keep up the brick wall and ensure that she didnt think he was full of roses and daisies. Charles let his arms stay around the female, hearing the music slowly come to its close he resumed a relatively still position with her, keeping their bodies against each other once again, simply swaying rather than throwing any fancy twirls or movements back into the fold. His gaze fell down to the petite female, feeling that his skin was still hot to the touch, he his hand hand cup her side gently, just keeping her close in the embrace. In the heat of the embrace and the moment his mind was racing, the drinks hadnt completely altered his thought process, but he was beginning to realize that the female herself was nearly what he wished for. She was the most beautiful lady he mightve ever seen, she wasnt willing to roll over for any man that walked through, and most importantly, she wasnt afraid to speak for herself. However that mightve caused a problem for him, he admired it nonetheless. The warm breath against the skin of his neck made his shiver ever so slightly, the female was of course dancing with him but such an intimate move caught him more than off guard. That was until her lips pressed to his skin, sending an even larger surge through his veins, the wine highlighting the feeling even more, certainly making it feel much more than it was. The hand that was wrapped around her waist tugged her ever so slightly closer, he was able to control himself in the moment, but he would be foolish if he didnt heighten the embrace for them both, even slightly. The feeling lasted for what felt like a second, while it was pleasurable while it lasted he loosened his grip and took a small step back from the female, his gaze falling upon hers. As the females voice roared over the room he smiled, curious as to what this gift would end up being, excited to see what she had gotten for him. He took the females hand and allowed her to lead the way, he felt like he was a child once again. Like his father was going to surprised him with a new birthday gift, even though the feeling of having things given to him was common, he still enjoyed it everytime, so he wasnt a completely spoiled brat. His eyes drifted off as they walked, looking to the paintings on the wall, the pillars that supported their new castle, until they made their way through the back entrance. The smell of blooming flowers and visual of them filled his senses, the feeling of a child had never been stronger until they stopped in the field, looking to the large building and the boy that stood beside it. The stallion came into view and Charles felt his crescents immediately form into a smile, almost a larger one than the one he previously wore. He listened as Eliza described the horse, listening to every detail the female spoke and hung on every word that she said. His feet began to march forward, seemingly having a mind of his own as his hand raised to the horses head, he stroked its main gently, a content hum escaping his lips. His eyes closed for a moment as he turned onto his feet, still touching the horse but hid body faced his queen. She is beautiful, she is perfect. A perfect gift from my Queen. He admitted honestly, he couldnt even pretend to keep up the stubborn nature that he held. The female mightve gotten him something that he couldnt ever imagine receiving a better gift. He stood in shock for a few more moments and sighed to himself, feeling as though the gift he prepared was far less fitting than the one she gave to him. Bring out the Queens gifts as well. He called to the servants that had been standing by. His hand trailed down the horses face, stroking it gently as his body moved back towards the female. I had a few lackluster gifts prepared. Although a few are still in our chambers. Those arent exactly public gifts. The last two sentences were a lower tone, words that were meant for only him and her, well and the servants that had them prepared. The servants quickly shuffled out, 3 gifts standing side by side with velvet pillows held out infront of them. His father had been known for their gems, and that was more or less all he could provide for the female. He gestured to each pillow, being a gift made of gold, sapphires and rubys. A necklace, fit for the Queen of Queens. A custom made crown for the Queen, encrusted with rubys, sapphires, and even the largest diamonds. Finally, a scepter, one that no one could refuse its holder. The gifts werent exactly fit perfectly for her, she was a beautiful women on her own, but he thought the gifts might seem appropriate, he was more concerned for the gifts that awaited in their chamber. While everything that the female was being given would be nothing short of perfect he was still concerned. The land of Albion was known for its mines, so the gems were not scratched in the slightest. They could hardly hold a torch to the beauty that the female had naturally possessed, but there was nothing more that he could provide for her, atleast nothing more at this moment. My Queen, the gift that you have given me is better than any king may ask. He was impressed, none of that was part of a facade, however he mightve been putting the slightest bit of a show on for the other nobles. He stepped to the female and rested both of his hands on her cheeks, cupping the flesh gently and leaning down, pressing his tender lips to her own soft plump ones. His lips lingered on hers, taking in the embrace in an effort to make up for their altar kiss, even if this mightve been partly fueled by the wine. He slowly pulled away from her and let his orbs open, looking down to the stunning Queen before him.