[littl3chocobo]

it only took a flick of the fingers to cause the fabric to fall away and his wife lay half bare in the moonlight waiting only on him. he smiled softly and easily finished moving the dress from the other. laying back against the lad he started on the other hip to work his way back up

[Honey]

He felt exposed to the night there in the garden, but with the Prince being there by him he did not mind. as the lips crawled their way up his body, taking the scenic route to kiss what seemed like every inch of skin on his front with how slow it seemed. As the mouth sarted to find his jaw, an arm reached out to wrap around the Prince's shoulders before the lips pulled away and pressed themselves against his. Letting his silvery eyes fall closed he returned the intimate touch

[littl3chocobo]

his wife offered no evidence of the night's play though seeing a dark bruised circle barely hidden by soft fabric the lad did not need to. as they walked to chapel he let his hand slide around to encircle the duke's so they could walk hip to hip, sweetly he spoke in lowered tones, "blue is a beautiful color on you wife"

[Honey]

The brush and touch of the hand around his waist brought about memories of their night in the garden, and the low whispers was enough to set a flush of blush across his cheeks as a hand lifted to touch at the spot where the darkened bruise laid to make sure it was covered. "It is, like the darkest crocus emerging in a field of snow."

[littl3chocobo]

he was pleased with the analogy and only the thought of having people see and stare kept him from kissing the spot. "you lost my son during the ride to your ancestral home, that is why we were both so unhappy when we arrived back here. it is early but you think you may be with child again. if it is too soon to know then the child was lost the day of the return. either way you woke up this morning feeling ill in a woman's way, you do not feel able to sew today and you wish only to rest." he tightened his grip around the narrow waist though it did little more than impeded his ability to walk, he slowed down. " i will support you in this deceit if you wish a day or two reprieve from those 'cows in the garden'. you have the mark on you that would put the blame on me if you were to be questioned"

[Honey]

"I do not wish to put blame on you when we both know the truth of how it came about, and though I wore a dress with the intention of covering up the mark I would not mind taking a day to keep myself from them. If they were to hear the story I am sure they would offer no question and nothing more in front of me than condolences. After chapel I will decide if I wish to go sewing or now, dear husband." He moved his hand to let it lay upon his stomach as the pregnant women did before it fell lax to his side again

[littl3chocobo]

he was heading to the garden after spending the morning delegating with his brother when he heard the first whispers of the 'princess' having miscarried and figuring the lad to have decided to skip out he detoured to the kitchens to find them both something sweet to eat

[Honey]

He found himself in the sanctuary of the library. No one was around and the only thing offered was the silence of the books and the smell of leather and ink in the air. Despite the ruse of not feeling well enough to work on sewing his textiles with the women in the garden, he kept his fabric and needle on hand to be worked on at his leisure. He did not think to look for the Prince after his daily work was to be finished with

[littl3chocobo]

he found his wife in the library working on the needlework he had so complained about before and looking more content than anywhere but the garden and his own home. as he approached he kept his voice low so it would not startle, "the worth of a book is as much on it's content as it is on the number of monks' backs that went into the pages"

[Honey]

He glanced up a he heard the sound of the voice as it quietly echoed through the room, and as his eyes left the work he poked himself with the tip of the needle. Frowning he left the needle back in the tapestry as he gently sucked on the pinprick of his finger. "It is true. This room is well over the price of my home by the price of the monk's work."

[littl3chocobo]

nodding at the admission he came closer so that he was standing over his wife and looked down at the lad before kneeling and pulling the hand from his wife's mouth turned it over to kiss, "i am sorry for your unfortunate lose my fair princess, i am certain it would have been a fine and hale son had god not seen fit to take it away"

[Honey]

It took him a moment to gather what the Prince was saying, and after he realized his mental stutter he scolded himself for the mishap. "It is simply not meant to be that I bear a son now. God's will is as it shall end, and my son's life ended by his hand."

[littl3chocobo]

he could not help but smile against the thin fingers that lay against his own, "your god is a cruel but just one. i am certain it is better for the mother that the child is lost instead"

[Honey]

Gently he wriggled his fingers in their gentle grip as he slowly withdrew them. "I agree, the moth could not enjoy her evening strolls in the garden if she were with child."

[littl3chocobo]

he shared his smile with the other as he looked up though he made no effort to stand, "you make it sound so inconvenient dear wife, surely a son is worth a little discomfort"

[Honey]

One of the hands came to rest in his lap, and in an effort to rid of it the boy turned and folded his legs. "He is the heir to the kingdom, he is worth plenty of discomfort. However, I do not believe the son to a fairy kingdom is worth a little discomfort."