[littl3chocobo]

he felt a spike of anger and lifting his arm backhanded the insolent woman. "and you forget you are my property and that i own you! that you have been given such liberties already is it now shows a bad decision on my part."

[Honey]

He had only to assume the prince would get angry at his remark, after all it was not his place as a woman to say so. As the hand struck his cheek he was left feeling the burn of the hand on his cheek while he was left being unable to do nothing. He failed to raise his gaze from the floor and instead offered the prince no words for his rage

[littl3chocobo]

she all but shook in anger though he heard no more words and his own offense fell to the familiar pang of desire for this fiery nix. "and yet you are beautiful even when you want nothing more than to run away." pressing close he kissed her

[Honey]

The lips pressed and teased against the hollow of his neck and it made him shudder. His jaw was still clenched tight for fear that allowing for it to fall loose he'd say something that would land him something much worse than a slap. Still, the tenseness he had entered the room with was replaced with chills and goosebumps at the sensation if the prince's lips brushing against his clavicle

[littl3chocobo]

she did not melt for him but some of the frigidity left her and small shivers could be felt under his lips and hands as he continued to kiss and touch. when he made it to the small swell of her breasts however he was halted by a cool hand and looking up he found fear where before there was only anger. pulling away he straightened "will you cry when i deflower you? no, do not answer, you will i am sure. go to your own bed tonight wife. i am weary of you"

[Honey]

He’d managed to snag himself another day of freedom for only the price of an aching cheek, though even he knew his time was running out quicker than he’d hoped. His mind was filled with a couple ideas that he could only hoped could work, but if they didn’t he was sure to either be struck again or the prince’s anger would be worse than it had already been. Still, the boy was still intent on taking the chance. Taking a moment to search through his wardrobe to find the drabbest and darkest gown he could find he decided he'd try to keep the prince from him

[littl3chocobo]

even he could not avoid hearing the rumors. two days and still there was no wedding-blood on the sheets. the whispered words ranged from his dalliances with the servants leaving him unable to questioning the bride's purity on their wedding night. he found it all disgusting and more than once thought of having several of them whipped for their insolence, his musings however were interrupted when he saw his wife. she looked pale and strange in the soft gray dress, like a turtledove among gilded pheasants. he felt the urge to touch her

[Honey]

These stares were different than the ones' he'd gathered before. they were not looking at the faux beauty that graced his skin, but rather they looked in shock and awe at the ugly dress. He knew it was ugly and he was sure everyone else could as well, but seeing the Prince's gaze the boy was able to see that though it was disappointing in comparison to his other dresses, it was still enough to snag his attention. Sighing deeply to himself he scurried off to the church to escape the looks and glances that penetrated his bubble of confidence

[littl3chocobo]

she was the first in the church and he second though there was no place even there to be private as the monks lit candles for morning mass. her dress was lit equally by tallow and the rising sun and her skin looked softly golden like whitened bread before baking. silently he took his place next to her

[Honey]

Though his eyes were set in his lap he was able to see the prince coming to take his proper seat beside him. Calmly folding his hands together, he allowed them to rest against the pale fabric of his skirt as he lifted his gaze to watch the monks preparing for mass. "Good morning my lord, how does the day suit you thus far?"

[littl3chocobo]

even the painful seats did nothing to ruin her though all softness was lost in her angles. "i take great pains to please you yet each day you seem to want nothing more than to tease me. even the soft tones of the fairest dove cannot compare to you, i think you are a test from god to see how far i can bend before my back will break"

[Honey]

Setting his lips into a thin line at the words, he shifted uncomfortably against the hard wood of the pew as he chose his words. "I am doing well this morning, thank you for asking," breaking a hand away from from the other to dismissively wave away his bout of sarcasm he folded them once more. "To be compared to a test of God seems to be a kind compliment, and I will treat it as so. However, I do not feel as though my teasing is our Lord's doing."

[littl3chocobo]

he tried not to get angry at her dismissiveness but could not manage it. "there is no compliment in it though you are right, you are a vile unholy creature and i am seeing why your family would sell you so cheaply"

[Honey]

Firmly setting his jaw, the boy let his eyes sneak a glance to the warm haired man sitting beside him before adjusting it back towards the altar. Lifting his hands free from his skirt to rest over his chest in a prayerful way he spoke softly to the prince as the monk began to start the mass. "I am beginning to see why your family had you marry a river heathen like myself. It fits you well.

[littl3chocobo]

she was clever to wait until others had begun to flood the pews and he was left simmering in his anger until they were free to start the morning. he gave her no time to escape however and grabbed her tightly by the arm to pull her away from watchful eyes

[Honey]

He'd been a fool to think he could have gotten away with his witty words without punishment, and he offered little struggle as he was pulled back to the abandoned hallway only two days prior. Being pressed roughly against the wall, the boy could feel the edges of the stone digging into his back with just as much force as the hands still gripping tightly at his wrists. Even as he was backhanded in the prince's bedchambers he didn't look as angry as he did now, and the boy was positive he did not look as frightened then as he did that moment.