[littl3chocobo]

his look soured at the words and almost tenderly he reached up to take the other by the back of the head. "could i give you a reason to cry instead then? i would not mind." he watched ainsley's face fall to worry but he allowed the lad no time to tell him no and tightened his grip so that he had a large hank of his wife's locks in his grasp. "i wanted two things so very badly, to see my wife's beautiful smile and to see my wife's most desirable tears.....i was given the smile but only that, where are my tears? cry for me my wife so that this trip will be the most wonderful of my life"

[Honey]

He could feel the knuckles pressing hard against his scalp as the grip around his short locks tightened. Already he could feel his eyes begin to well up, and his attempt at telling himself not to cry only ended in the falling of a tear. Reaching up he tried to release the grip around his hair, but his attempts only hurt more, and the grip was as hard as iron around the inky strands. He closed his eyes tightly as the warm trickle of tears spilled from his lashes down his cheek, "Please stop, Ambrose. Please."

[littl3chocobo]

he followed the request but not before he pressed his lips to one of the shining pools that graced his wife's face. he leaned back as he licked his lips. "that was not so hard was it?"

[Honey]

Roughly he wiped away the tears that he continued to shed even after his head was released. It still stung, and even more than the touches the words struck him. He pushed himself free from his spot in the ground and left to flee

[littl3chocobo]

eyes followed the running body but he did not get up to follow. he got what he wanted from the other even if it was not as much as he wanted and the lingering taste coupled with the image of the other so exquisitely under his control was enough to sate him. when he grew tired of sitting in the muck and greenery he stood to head back before someone thought to question his leaving

[Honey]

He had not meant for his parents to see him cry, but he knew that the time left before departure was beginning to dwindle, and he knew he wanted to say his goodbyes while he had the time. His mother cried alongside him, and though his father did not he still seemed upset by the fact that the Prince acted in the ways he did, and did such things to his only son. Still, goodbyes never took long for the boy, and asking for one of the servants to pack away his things in the carriage he followed them out to get some fresh air before it would be polluted by dust and the Prince's presence

[littl3chocobo]

he was not told when they were to leave but the flow of servants and the taking of his things did not leave him confused that it was to be soon. when the time finally did arrive and he was heading to the carriage he found himself under the gaze of the lad's father and was not sure if he was angry or pleased with the mix of fear and hatred he could see in the old man's eyes as he walked by. "do not forget my eel"

[Honey]

He had began to feel anxious for their leaving as he sat in the cabin of the carriage. With the heavy curtains brushed the gentle breeze inhanced with the sweet smell of the garden's flowers happily flowed in, giving him the barest indulgment of home before he was to be whisked away and once again captured in the walls of the castle. A wistful sigh left him as he laid his head against the side of the cariage when he spotted the Prince's approach.

[littl3chocobo]

he expected his wife to be unhappy though the defeated look was not the expression he thought he would see. taking the helping hand into the carriage he sat across from his slumping spouse, lightly he kicked the other's seat. "that look does not suit you wife"

[Honey]

There was an air of reluctance that hovered around him as he tucked his legs beneath the bench as best he could while straightening his posture. A hand brushed against the velvety material of his skirt as he smoothed it out across his lap. Folding them together he let them rest there as he only glanced to the Prince once as recognition before he looked away once more

[littl3chocobo]

he grew angry at the light dismissal of his words and sitting straighter stared hard at the lad. "are you offended by my presence wife?"

[Honey]

He shifted in his seat to neatly cross his legs. "Are you offended by my look, husband?"

[littl3chocobo]

he sneered even as his eyes fell to watching the fabric fall across his wife's leg. "your look and the insolent attitude behind it wife, i gave you what you wanted and i received less than i expected for it. i have been cheated wife"

[Honey]

He folded his arms over his chest as he glanced back through the curtain. "I am cheated nearly every day, husband. You spend much of your time with those scullery maids while I must remain with those cows in the garden."

[littl3chocobo]

he could not help himself and burst out laughing at the accusation. "wife, ha- i would not have known you to be anything but frigid if not for these words just now. if you wish for more of my time it is yours to have as the law states though you have not before given me any indication that such things appealed to you"

[Honey]

He turned to look at the Prince's unfit choice of action with a perturbed look. "The law does not state that a spouse can demand to spend more time together simply for a way to escape conversation with ragged, gloating women. It states that a spouse can demand consummation of the marriage and to procreate--" Halting himself he looked at the Prince with narrowed eyes as he revaluated their words only to find his cheeks beginning to burn. "That is not what I was insinuating!"