[littl3chocobo]

he knew the words to be a lie no matter how well intending the other was. "my lord, you lie too sweetly, i am not ignorant. i will never pull from your honey'd lips such a face if i cannot do it now. you are a reluctant sinner"

[Honey]

"If I were unable to lie, how would I have gotten here in the first place? Never would you have seen my face had I not taken the place of my sister. The fact you have pulled such thus far is more than I would have ever known to happen." Allowing for his hand to continue down the arm, he found the messy hand and took it into his own

[littl3chocobo]

"any deft hand can do that wife, i wish for such a face when you are filled with me not simply from my touch. you are best left coupling with some heathen woman and having her bear you dirty heathen children not here under my will and by my side." he averted his eyes ashamed. "i will however not allow it of course. you are mine"

[Honey]

"I am yours. By the Church we have been wed and I belong to you, I would never expect for you to ever give me to another. Besides, the kingdom does not need more heathen children, and I am sure my heathen wife will find another heathen man and have many more heathen children than I would ever have her bear." Beginning to lift his hand to turn the face back towards his own, the boy caught himself and instead let the hand fall back, doing nothing more than accidentally grazing across his husband's chest.

[littl3chocobo]

the touch was soft and sent a shiver through him reminding him of his wants. still not meeting the lad's gaze he kissed the pale damp neck

[Honey]

Even he did not wish to indulge the Prince, knowing full well that he could not truly give him what he desired, but the feeling of cool lips pressed against the heat of his neck kept him in the lap, leaning into the touches the red haired man offered him

[littl3chocobo]

after the lad left for the night he found his release in the embrace of a scullery maid though the lass did nothing to assuage want for his reluctant wife instead. the next morning he left early to take his prayers alone with one of the monks to not only wash away the sinful feelings but prevent more when he would be expected to spend the dawning hours beside the origin of his distress

[Honey]

Long he waited at the base of the stairs, expecting his husband to retrieve him. Rather he was left unattended. By the time he'd reached the realization that the Prince was not coming for him the bells of the chapel were merrily ringing, letting all know to join the monks and patrons soon, lest they miss the sermon. Feeling both peeved and disappointed, the but went to church in search of the Lord's comforting words

[littl3chocobo]

he was allowed to leave not too long after the rest of the household but luckily not too soon as to be caught by his wife. taking the long way to court he went to manage the day's affairs with his brother

[Honey]

He'd fallen extremely close to backhanding the woman who openly dared to call his sewing a sham. She had gall for being the first to say it, and he knew by the silence of the other women they agreed. Instead, he said nothing and took his fabric and needles elsewhere to work on his own without the criticism of others or the presence of the illusive Prince

[littl3chocobo]

he did not see the lad again until evening meal but when he did he was dressed once more in the plum colored dress and it brought back the uncomfortable want that had been plaguing him. it did not occure to him until soft eyes found him across the table that tonight was the night his wife was expected to offer him his wedding flower

[Honey]

He could feel the gaze falling on him throughout the dinner, and it reminded him of his first evening he'd arrived. However, the only gaze he seemed to be able to capture the attention of a single soul, the effects of his darkly colored gown still only affecting one. Fortunately, it was the gaze of the one he went fishing for that evening. In his search to catch the slate eyes once more, he hardly noticed the rest of the women rising to leave. Looking once more to find his eyes not met by the Prince's gaze, the marquess calmly stood from the table to leave with the others

[littl3chocobo]

he felt reluctant and eager when the lad knocked that evening and when the other came in with a soft swish he was only ably to offer a soft 'my lord' in greeting

[Honey]

A shudder passed down his spine as his Prince spoke, even if the words barely reached his ears. Softly pressing the tip of a slippered foot against the ground his eyes remained averted, dinner having killed his appetite to meet the gray eyes. Nervously tugging at the velvety material of his skirt the boy returned the greeting

[littl3chocobo]

he felt his passion stir at the site of his fae little wife looking meek and embarrassed while dressed so alluringly. the pallor of his skin sat so wonderfully juxtaposed against the cloth that he forgot his disappointment and standing came over to press the other against the door. "dear wife.."

[Honey]

The weight of the body pushing him against the wall was distinctive from the times in the past. He was unsure of the origins behind the perception of the Prince's touches, and he decided it did not matter. Lifting his gaze to try and meet the other's, he was met with nothing as the man was already dipping forward towards the pale skin of his neck he seemed to love so much. Brushing a gentle hand against a long side, words at the volume of a mere whisper escaped him. "...what is it you wish, my Prince?"