Thread: A Kingdom in Turmoil  (ThickLeaves x Sketchyequine)

This particular princess had had all the makings of a great king, and that she would have been if she werent born with the wrong set of genitalia. While her father held her in the highest od esteems, the people just werent ready for a woman to rule yet. Any attempt to put her in a position of power or even train her in the arts of combat would start a riot that could likely lead to the death of the entire royal family. Marrying Charles was the only way she was able to maintain power. It just so happened that it was also her royal duty. It had all worked out the best way it possibly could have, and this was more than means for her and her family to celebrate. Her father was even happy to step down if it meant that Eliza would have opportunity for power. The previous king only worried that the new king would hold his prized daughter back. The faces of every somewhat sober person in the room glanced toward Charles as he stood. Everyone in the room seemed to wonder what he would do seeing as he had been sulking all night. Eliza felt her own face fall in fears that he would attempt to call an end to this grand celebration. If he attempted it, she was ready and able to raise hell over it. He could sulk if he wanted to, but this had been just as much her wedding as his. He had no right to pull the rug out from under her feet without discussion first. The womans glassy eyes followed her husband as he twisted around the table and maneuvered through the crowd of people, most of whom were too busy drinking their wine and dancing to notice. She released her fathers warm hands and turned to the young king. He was her husband, yet he had paid less attention to her than anyone else in the room. For that, she felt a little sour toward the man. However, she was still one to offer second chances even if they werent completely deserved. It was part of the kindness in her heart. When Charles cleared his throat the entire ballroom fell silent. Eliza rose her brow and gazed at the man, waiting for what it was he would say. Upon hearing it, her stern demeanor went much softer, and she allowed herself to take a deep breath. With a small laugh and a nod of her head she closed the gap between them by placing her hand in his. Her flesh was velvet soft in his touch, just like her lips had been on the day of the ceremony. She was traditionally very beautiful and motherly- exactly what the people expected of a princess. Of course you may have this dance, my King. She spoke and curtsied politely towards the man- exactly the way a lady was trained to do before she stepped in closer to the young man. The band, as if on cue, switched from the merry, lighthearted music to something much softer and more romantic. After all, this was their first dance. This was a special occasion for the kingdom as well as for the couple. Eliza stepping in close, the fabric of her purple skirts pressing into the mans legs as she wrapped her free arms around his shoulders. As per tradition, Eliza allowed Charles to be her frame- conforming her much smaller body to the stance he had adopted. With one arm around his shoulders, one hand in his grasp, and her body so close to his that her breasts grazed his chest as they moved, Eliza gazed up at her husband. Her blonde hair cascaded down her back, and the fire shone off of it as if it were some sort of fine gold with flowers adorning its surface. As she gazed at him, the woman thought quietly to herself. This man was her whole life now. He would be in her bed every morning and night, and he would be the only one allowed to cross her. He had the ability to be her enemy or her friend, and she certainly hoped that his obvious attempts at trying to settle the water between them was an indication that he would choose friendship. She wondered, as she stared into his eyes, if she would ever love him. And if she did ever love him, would it be a romantic love or the love one felt during platonic relationships. He was attractive and skilled, but that didnt necessarily mean that she would ever feel a romantic connection with him. Her brows furrowed slightly in a moment of insecurity- would he see her as worth his affections? She had heard many stories of kings who found themselves uninterested and unattracted to their wives. Instead of bedding their queens, these legend queens would instead frequent brothels of the maid quarters. Would Charles be one of those men? It was in that insecurity that Eliza found the means to keep her walls up towards the man. It was better never to love him, for then he could never hurt her. With the negativity in mind, the queen looked away from the eyes of her betrothed and to the other faces in the crowd instead. I'm glad you've had a change of heart. She whispered to him, regarding his attitude toward the party.