Thread: A Kingdom in Turmoil  (ThickLeaves x Sketchyequine)

Eliza could appreciate her kings willingness to hold her so close. The way he held her closely to him allowed her to feel the warmth of his broader chest, and she took a note of his fearlessness concerning a closeness to her breasts. His willingness to initiate such seductive closeness took Eliza somewhat by surprise, in fact. He had barely even looked at her prior- this would be the first time he really showed any physical interest in her besides the light peck he had provided on their wedding day. She had had half a mind prior that he was unattracted to her entirely, but this immediate closeness reassured her. Perhaps her king would be faithful and come only to her for needs of the flesh. My good sir, if you end the party before I give you your wedding present then I will just keep it for myself. What a shame that would be. Well a shame for you. She gave him a little wink before pressing slightly harder into him. While Eliza doubted him as a husband and a king, she couldnt deny her attraction to his warmth. He was larger than her in side and bulkier than her even though he was far from being some sort of hulk. The size difference provided Eliza with some strange sense of protection by her king. Would he give his life for her at this point in their marriage? No, mostly not. However, he would be able to shoo away the hands of any drunken nobels should they reach for his queen. There was something enticing and comforting about that fact. When he spun her, Eliza willingly separated her body from his and made quick work of her footwork so as to allow her spin to be completed in an elegant mess of flowing skirts and hair. The action caused a small laugh to escape between her pink lips before she pressed her breasts back into his chest as he commenced a spin in unison. Eliza tilted her head back and closed her eyes as she danced with her husband. When the moment ended, Eliza lifted her head once more and she looked up at him. The redness in his cheeks alluded to the fact that he had downed plenty of wine that night. Much more and she believed that she would have to put him to bed like a child. Not that it much mattered, the queen did not plan on allowing her king to indulge in her womanly pleasures quite yet. Drunk of not, he was still her husband. In an affectionate moment, Eliza rose her head and moved her face in close to him. Her warm, sweetly scented breath tickled at his neck as she inhaled and exhaled so close to him. Soon, she let her eyes flutter closed and she pressed her lips into his neck just above the collar of his clothing. Her lips were soft and supple against him, like being kissed by an angel. She placed a trail of kisses, one after the other, from the hem of his collar up until the underside of his defined jawline. It was the first time she had shown him such affection, but it ended just as quickly as it had begun. Soon, Eliza pulled back and looked back up at his face with her light pigmented eyes. She gazed at him for the remainder of their dance, and upon completion of the song she broke both eye contact and the contact between their bodies. Bring in my Husbands wedding gift! She shouted, the room quieting the moment their queen rose her voice. She had a commanding ability, and people were seemingly very willing to listen to what she had to say. Without skipping a beat a young servant boy dashed out of the grand ballroom. Eliza took her Charles hand and began leading him out of the ballroom as well. All the men and women who had attended the party followed, making it seem as though a hoard of people were exiting the great castle. Eliza stopped only once they reached the grand garden, filled with flowers of many species, and even in the moonlight it popped with color. There she stood, staring towards the stables and urging Charles to do the same. Soon the servant boy appeared once more, but this time he was not alone. Alongside of him was a massive grey stallion with tack and armor fit only for a king seeing as it was encrusted with jewels and shined until they could see their reflections in it even from their distance away. The animal pranced excitedly, almost dragging the frail boy along as it soaked up the attention it was provided by the crowd. The horse was handsome and also a very obvious fan of the insanity of large groups. He would do well both in battle and in arenas because he did not fear walls of humans. I heard you are a fan of jousting and other nobel sports, my lord. This stallion is the best my familys stables have ever reared. He is smart and strong. He will do well with whatever task you ask of him. I encourage you to call upon him for your every need. The gift was quite fitting coming from Eliza. Her fathers kingdom had been a leader in agriculture, and many of the beasts they produced were far superior to those produced in other kingdoms. It was part of the reason they were able to hold their own in battle against Charles kingdom prior to their arranged marriage. Although women were not typically encouraged to spend much time in the stables, Eliza had always felt at home there. She knew all of the colts and fillies that were born every year and she roe them often. In fact, she had even been involved in the breaking of the stallion that Charles would now be able to call his own. She had hand picked him as the best prospect mount for a great king. Now, as she gazed up at her king, she could only hope that he liked the gift.