[littl3chocobo]

he laughed again and slid forward on the seat so that their knees nearly touched. he grinned, "maybe or maybe not but you said it and i think it is a fine idea.... you will sleep in my chambers tonight"

[Honey]

He deepen his frown as his eyes continued to glare at the Prince, though he felt more disgusted at himself than the man who sat across from him. Childishly he slumped back against his seat, his arms still crossed tightly across his chest while he adopted a dissatisfied look

[littl3chocobo]

he turned up his lip when he finally looked up and found the lad back in the mood he was in before. huffily he slouched in his seat

[Honey]

It seemed so quiet after the both of them fell into their childish attitudes, but at the same time he was pleased with the silence. It only seemed appropriate as he watched his childhood home fall further and further out of sight until he could no longer see it from the side of the carriage. He focused his sights down onto the floor of the carriage as he rubbed at it with the heel of his foot as he worked to distract himself

[littl3chocobo]

it did not take so long for the lad to begin twisting and fidgeting in his seat and he himself in his boredom was caught watching his wife move around and soon found himself wanting to touch. reaching out he hooked the leg with his own and pulled it enough to grab it with his hand, lightly he ran his fingers over the velvet. "wife, do not tease"

[Honey]

He turned his head to watch the leg wrap around his own, causing for him to cease his fidgeting. "Why not?" He questioned, watching as the hand wrapped around his leg, the soft velvet rubbing against his leg. "I see nothing wrong with harmless teasing."

[littl3chocobo]

"hardly 'harmless', you tease someone who is at pains not to abuse you too terribly before you are taken back home." twisting his wrist he moved so that his other hand could slip under the long hem, "i do not think i could have you here wife"

[Honey]

Feeling the hand slip against the long hem of his skirt, he gently tried to pull himself from the teasing grip. "I do not think you could either, it would be a poor choice to even try"

[littl3chocobo]

"poor maybe," he tightened his grip, "but i think i would be willing to try if it is with you dear wife"

[Honey]

He grew frozen with his leg halfway in the air while a hand gripped it tightly as the rest of him sat rigid against his bench. "I am sure there are many a thing you would do if it were to be with me, my lord."

[littl3chocobo]

the haughtiness from before was back and angrily he swing the leg back down and mindless of the jarring sound of it hitting wood turned away from his obstinate wife in favor of watching the land pass by

[Honey]

The force with which his leg was thrown back was a surprise enough, and the pain that erupted as it crashed against the wood was not pleasant either. A gasp had fallen from his lips before he grew silent again, slowly bending forward in his seat as he felt the pain linger deeper. He drew a deep breath as he turned his head up to look at the Prince only to find him red faced and clearly unhappy. His face fought between a deep glower and a grimace a before he closed his eyes and sat back against the bench feeling less pleased than he had in a long time.

[littl3chocobo]

the ride was long though not nearly long enough for the shame of his impotence to leave and as soon as they passed into their own gates and had stopped he was out of the carriage and stiffly fled to find proof he was not to blame for his surly wife

[Honey]

The ride itself did not feel as though it were long enough to curb his ill feelings towards the man who sat across from him, and it was only when he fled from his sight that he could feel his ire begin to dwindle. He did not waste his time in the gardens or halls and retreated to his quarters with the decision that he was not to visit the Prince already set in his mind.

[littl3chocobo]

he was quick to find eager arms to sate his wishes and though the lass was willing and he felt needful it was not the same as his frigid wife and when he was done with her he found his way to his chambers to find his comfort in sleep

[Honey]

As the knuckled came knocking against his door the following morning to inform him to make his way to mass, he did not feel like rising from the warm bed only to see his wretched husband. The call of the servant through the door to assure he woke came through the door and he was left with no choice. Calling back out he went to ready himself for chapel.