[littl3chocobo]

he intended to speak of sin and deflowering and debts but got no farther than another 'my lord' before wrangling his wife into his arms. they were nearly the same height and the other towered over him but with his arms around the narrow hips and the soft cloth swishing against his legs he did not mind the novel view and carried his companion to the white-dressed bed

[Honey]

As the sweet lips came to rest upon uncovered skin, he expected more of the same. Even so, while an unfamiliar and unprepared for hand found him through velvety fabric, he was unable to mask the soft gasp of surprise before inadvertently pressing against it. With the Prince slowly climbing and pressing closer he could not help but slide back against the soft sheets, accommodating for his companion as the hand continued as diligently as the smooth lips

[littl3chocobo]

when the lad spilled out he did not pull away and remained close taking in the soft womanly smell of oil and the harsher though equally masculine smell of perspiration left on the neck he lavished so much of his affections on. "my lord would you take my sin with yours?"

[Honey]

Words nearly failed to escape as attention was stolen away by the warmth and soft scent of horses penetrated his thoughts. He melted into the soft linen sheets as easily as breath rolled across his neck before he finally managed to speak, his voice rising no louder than a whisper. "Gratefully, my Prince."

[littl3chocobo]

his cold little wife was slow to warm up but when the face melted to one of pleasure he was able to push the boy past his reluctance and pull from the soft lips light sounds of pleasure. afterwards ainsley asked to stay and lay with him in the ruins of their wedding sheets, he was too pleased to deny him

[Honey]

Unexpected feelings blew away with the ease of a feather on a breezy day, all except his uncertainty. He felt oddly naked against the pale and ruined sheets without his dress or padding, while in the same moment he felt content, not yet needing to leave as he was expected to nights prior. When his Prince spoke and mentioned that it was getting late the boy simply watched with an innocent look and questioned whether or not he had to leave

[littl3chocobo]

his answer was met with silence and a refusal on the boy's part to leave. he did not mind so much however despite the impropriety since it awarded him an opportunity to see the duke when all he saw before was a woman

[Honey]

He woke with a start, the sharp sound of a servant knocking against the door with calls and instruction to hurry pulling him back from his dreams. Looking around the room, Ainsley took a long moment to realize he was not in his own chambers, and instead was back beside his husband in the hours before church. Paying no mind to the other body he worked to gather his clothes and wig and try to appear decent enough for the Lord's sermon

[littl3chocobo]

he did not dress until the other was gone and instead spent his time watching his wife transform from a poor duke to a fine duchess. the trick was interesting to watch and left him little time to find his own clothing and ready himself for the morning

[Honey]

He'd held half a mind to wait for his husband to dress and ready, but when signs showed no preparation was being taken to ready, the Marquess left to the chapel without him. He had been under the impression that his prince was not heading to church at all that morning. Silently he folded his hands in front of him to pray for the poor soul who dare skipped the Lord's sermon when he could hear the doors open, and after mere moments the body came to sit beside him. He let prayerful hands fall, and dropped his head as the monk began to address the congregation

[littl3chocobo]

the morning prayer was always the longest part of the day for him but oddly this time it moved so quickly he was certain the monk's words were cut short, it did not matter though for he had no mind for god this morning and spent his time trying to see through the trick of his wife and pick out the man from around the woman, in the end he could not. he went to court that day no more assured than the first time he had seen the other

[Honey]

He dawdled longer than he meant to in his rooms. The opportunity for a fresh change of clothes, and even just the barest of washes was too much to waste, though, the maid did not agree. Already she’d heard rumors circulating about the previous evening, both he staying in the Prince’s chambers as well as the blood covered sheets offered evidence to anyone who wished to know. Badly the boy wished that he could halt the rumors where they stood, but he knew it would be best to ignore them. React too harshly and one would merely receive responses claiming it was all a lie. This seemed to be under discussion among the women as well. While he brought his latest fabric and patchwork to the lady’s gathering, he could hear them whispering amongst themselves of the gossip, unknown of his nearby presence. Some spoke of him being needy due to ‘peculiarities’, which was why he insisted on staying the evening, and some spoke of the appearance of blood on the sheets. Many were disproved in their assumptions he was not pure when wed to the Prince, but others still held their beliefs and adapted to say the Prince was too rough that day. Still, the most common topic amongst them all was the possibility of the him being pregnant. It was unanimous in this that it would be terrible if it were true, all knowing that the birth of the child would put yet another soul between theirs and the throne if anything were to happen to the eldest brother, heaven forbid. When the topic progressively fell into the joke that he did not arrive because he was so frazzled and worried of his future he could not take it anymore. Walking out from behind the tree to take his seat, the laughter instantly dulled to complete silence. Nothing more was said the entire afternoon

[littl3chocobo]

he found the other sitting forlornly among the night queens and both they and he looked like they were soon for tears. he frowned. "wife i have told you many times not to come here."

[Honey]

His eyes did not leave the piece of patches that rested in his lap as the other approached. Taking it into pale hands, he dragged his thumb along the crooked stitches, feeling each askew piece of string pass underneath soft skin. Picking it up, he held it up for the Prince to see, his finger gesturing to one piece in particular. "You see this piece here, my Lord?"

[littl3chocobo]

he did. it was poorly sewn even more so than the rest of the pathetic fabric. he nodded, "yes i do, what of it wife?"

[Honey]

"This piece does not belong with the rest. It is dissimilar in more way than one. It feels odd, takes on a different shade, and when it is put near the others it looks even worse than it is." He pulled it back into his lap, and moved his fingers to begin removing the stitches, which proved even easier than he thought. Leaving the others he held the single patch up, looking more pitiful with loose threads and strings hanging from it. "I am this patch, and the others are the women here at the castle. It does not matter how I try to change, or blend in, I am never quite right. I do not belong."