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badass_tiger) wrote2023-05-01 04:09 pm
badass_tiger) wrote2023-05-01 04:09 pm
Red (Original Work)
Title: Red
Prompt: Evening Gown
Fandom: Original Work
Characters: Marinus of Sterella/Athena of Ludor (King/Princess of Enemy Kingdom He Forced to Marry Him)
Summary: After an evening ball, Marinus looks at his wife.
Marinus thought that if he had been made to marry someone against his will - which he had - he would fight his partner tooth and nail. He would have declared never to accept or submit to them, that they would be at war for as long as they remained married. Athena had certainly shown her resistance at first. She had avoided him, argued with him, and complained about him to others. But now she was amicable, she conversed with him while they were in the room they shared - what had once been the king's room, but was now the royal couple's room - and now she was taking off her shoes to hold her feet out to the fire while still wearing a red dress made of a hundred silks. The latter had nothing to do with him, but Marinus felt as if it did, because she looked like an angel, and he had not been able to tear his eyes away from her all evening.
He had never thought that about a woman before. He had seldom paid much attention to women since he had taken the throne. When he had first set eyes on Athena, he had thought very little of her, if he had at all thought anything except of the headache her presence had given him. After they were married, she had constantly annoyed him with her shyness and then her increasing confidence. Why did she not despise him for forcing her hand? Why was it that she acted as if she wanted to be his friend?
The worst thing about it at all was that it was working. Marinus found himself increasingly enchanted by her, listening raptly to her tales, joking with her, and admiring her. She was not as young as he had thought her to be - he had perceived her as a child when they had first met, which she was not; she was a woman, and a more mature-minded woman than many of his peers at that - and he soon came to think of her as his equal. They were not so different from one another after all. They were both royalty, with all the decorum and propriety that that entailed, and while Athena had not been taught to rule, she had been educated with the view of supporting a ruler. The people of Sterella were becoming accustomed to thinking of her as their queen too, and a fine queen she made.
Would it be wrong to ask her to fulfil her duties as wife? Marinus' heart seemed to beat in his throat as the thought occurred to him. Even if it wasn't wrong, he would do anything rather than frighten her.
Eyes trained on the hem of her dress, unable to look away, Marinus stood up and called her name.
Prompt: Evening Gown
Fandom: Original Work
Characters: Marinus of Sterella/Athena of Ludor (King/Princess of Enemy Kingdom He Forced to Marry Him)
Summary: After an evening ball, Marinus looks at his wife.
Marinus thought that if he had been made to marry someone against his will - which he had - he would fight his partner tooth and nail. He would have declared never to accept or submit to them, that they would be at war for as long as they remained married. Athena had certainly shown her resistance at first. She had avoided him, argued with him, and complained about him to others. But now she was amicable, she conversed with him while they were in the room they shared - what had once been the king's room, but was now the royal couple's room - and now she was taking off her shoes to hold her feet out to the fire while still wearing a red dress made of a hundred silks. The latter had nothing to do with him, but Marinus felt as if it did, because she looked like an angel, and he had not been able to tear his eyes away from her all evening.
He had never thought that about a woman before. He had seldom paid much attention to women since he had taken the throne. When he had first set eyes on Athena, he had thought very little of her, if he had at all thought anything except of the headache her presence had given him. After they were married, she had constantly annoyed him with her shyness and then her increasing confidence. Why did she not despise him for forcing her hand? Why was it that she acted as if she wanted to be his friend?
The worst thing about it at all was that it was working. Marinus found himself increasingly enchanted by her, listening raptly to her tales, joking with her, and admiring her. She was not as young as he had thought her to be - he had perceived her as a child when they had first met, which she was not; she was a woman, and a more mature-minded woman than many of his peers at that - and he soon came to think of her as his equal. They were not so different from one another after all. They were both royalty, with all the decorum and propriety that that entailed, and while Athena had not been taught to rule, she had been educated with the view of supporting a ruler. The people of Sterella were becoming accustomed to thinking of her as their queen too, and a fine queen she made.
Would it be wrong to ask her to fulfil her duties as wife? Marinus' heart seemed to beat in his throat as the thought occurred to him. Even if it wasn't wrong, he would do anything rather than frighten her.
Eyes trained on the hem of her dress, unable to look away, Marinus stood up and called her name.