Thread: Clashing of the Royals ( Ava & Bloody Ava )

Nicholas barely heard Father David as he begun the ceremony, only paying enough attention to ensure that he was prepared to make the correct response - a nod or a word, a charming smile of slight tightening of his grip upon the delicate hands that he had gathered within his own. It took the time to take in the stranger that was to be his wife in a few short moments the raven hair, the pale skin and the two exquisite emeralds that were captivating indeed. The Prince was many things, but not one to deny beauty and Eola was indeed beautiful. His gaze drifted downward, to take in the smooth slope of her neck, her slender shoulders and the subtle curves beneath the wedding gown. He cared little for the frills or silken fabric it was wrapping, little more. Wrapping that he would be removing later tonight. The thought drew a faint smile to his otherwise solemn countenance, a smile that faded as swiftly as he too was required to pledge his acceptance of this marriage. I do. A faint sigh sounded behind him and Nicholas did not have to glance back to deduce that it had been his dear friend and loyal protector. Sir Tobias had attended the meeting with the Princess the night before, carrying with him the false apologies of his Lord. He had stayed, long enough as was deemed appropriate, doing his best to reassure his Queen to be. The Knight anticipated the trials ahead, particularly if Nicholas did not reign in his expansive lusts. Rings exchanged, the Prince stepping forward a little as he drew himself closer to Eola, anticipating the final proclamation of the Father. The occupants of the chapel seemed to hold its collective breath as the clergy encouraged the two to kiss. Nicholas took action, confident and commanding as he drew himself closer to his bride and stooped, an arm curling possessively about her waist. His lips pressed to her's in a firm kiss, lacking the passion one would hope from from their partner in life. The crowd cheered, near enough drowning out the introduction of the newly wed couple! Tobias stepped forward, slapping a hand against his friend's shoulder as soon as the couple had parted ways, seizing the Prince's hand and shaking it firmly. Congratulations my Lord! My Lady. Congratulations. He offered Eola a warm smile, dipping his head in deep respect. The Knight then stepped back and allowed the various members of the royal family to swamp the couple, offering their own congratulations. Soon enough they were ushered out of the chapel and into an ornate and elegantly decorated carriage which carried the Prince and Princess through the city's streets, thronged with citizens cheering and wishing their future rulers well. Nicholas sat quietly at his wife's side, staring out at the crowds as he raised a hand to offer those present small waves and polite smiles. He knew he should say something, speak with her, reassure her, but he was sure his words would ring hollow. There would be enough time to speak later, when they were alone in his chambers. A faint smile touched his lips once again, his thumb toying with the golden band upon his finger, twisting it round and round as they made their graceful way up toward the palace.