[littl3chocobo]

he was woken early to be ushered into his mother's wing to be measured for his wedding-mass clothes. he endured the poking and twisting all without complaint though when he was shown the bolts of yellow and sage they were to both wear he let them know quickly his opinion of the color they were to make the clothing in

[Honey]

Being woken before the sun had barely risen high to shine into his room was not one he took lightly, but as soon as the maid informed him of his family’s arrival his obliviousness was knocked away, and he became aware of the meaning of the day. Quickly working to dress with the aid of his lady in wait, he scurried off to greet those he’d been longing to see since he stepped foot into the carriage, as well as get a glimpse at the dress his mother had been working on even before he left.

[littl3chocobo]

he was not freed until mass bells were already ringing and though he felt no more loyalty to the church than usual he played the part of the pious and quickly hurried to go see his soon-to-be bride

[Honey]

The sight of his parents offered such a reassurance that it seemed impossible to explain. Pulling his mother into a tight hug he was given a sweet peck on the cheek and told that the dress had been sent to his chambers. Only a mutter of a thank-you escaped him as he returned the peck before letting her go. Turning to his father he was met with the decision of offering a handshake, or hugging him as well, though the man seemed to make the decision before him. Firmly squeezing the hand in his own, he briefly felt as though he were back at home. Only the moment was short-lived as his mother grasped his attention again, gesturing to the prince hurrying closer to the beat of the church bells. “Fancy to see you so early my lord,” he said with a flourishing curtsey. “May I introduce you to both my father and mother, Duke and Duchess of Swanson.”

[littl3chocobo]

he saw the strangers but paid no mind to them in his hurry until a familiar voice called for him and halting he caught sight of the woman and was riveted. the dress she wore was simple but played so well to her frame he was lost in looking until the second time she spoke and pulling from his daze he turned towards the two she introduced as her parents

[Honey]

He watched with curious eyes as the both of his parents responded as they should have. His mother had offered a proper curtsy and a light bow of her head; His father clasped the prince’s arm though it wasn’t returned. The smile of the marquess’ face fell away, leaving one of scorn and disappointment left in its wake. Before his tongue managed to let slip words that he knew neither his parents nor the prince would look at favorable, he let his attention be swayed by the church bells in the back, already signaling the beginning of morning mass. Kindly gesturing for his parents to head to the church, he only offered a glance back at the prince before he continued on. He had nothing to say anymore, mass was more important than idiots like his husband-to-be

[littl3chocobo]

the look felt like an assault and following quickly he overtook the duke and duchess and reached out for the girl. angrily he jerked her back to face him. "you will not look at me like that anymore!" gripping harder at the soft flesh of her arm he tugged her closer as she began to struggle in his grasp, "you will never look at me like that again, do you understand me?" he felt sick as the soft lips formed a soundless 'o' of pain. he quickly let go and mindless of the two behind him brushed past her to continue on to the small church

[Honey]

The word of the Lord meant little to him that morning, and by the looks he’d received from his parents they had thoughts of the same. Badly he wished he wasn’t stuck as his sister, in the damn dresses that made everyone look at him in ways he never wished to be looked at. If he were himself at least he have the option of defending himself, but as a woman he couldn’t strike back, he had to take everything the arrogant threw at him. Biting his lips harshly he brought his attention back to the lord as they were asked to stand for the gospel, and gripping his rosary so harshly in his hands he swore he’d break the chain, he recited several extra prayers as repentance for his poor thoughts

[littl3chocobo]

the rest of the day was spent catching glimpses of the lady avery and her course parents but with no opportunity to catch her alone. by the end of the second meal he was tired of being avoided and slipping free of dinner waited for her at the door

[Honey]

In truth the day had gone by incredibly smoothly. Not having to deal with any more of the prince aside from caught glances or passing-bys left him in an elevated mood. Which was promptly knocked back down halfway through the next meal. He’d simply been excusing himself for a brief step away from the busyness of the second meal when the moment he stepped free of the dining hall he was roughly tossed over a shoulder, sending him back into a sour mood. Making sure that the one who decided to abduct him truly was the prince, which was confirmed with only a glance, he crossed his arms over his chest as best he could and allowed for himself to be carried off

[littl3chocobo]

she put up no fight as he rushed down the halls. he felt as if he had stolen a prize from his brother and was looking for a place to hide it. he nearly laughed at the thought and seeing the library door he sharply turned and opened the door to enter. inside he locked the door and set her down before pinning her to the closest wall. he could not help but find her beautiful, brown gold and white against a wall of brown and gold with all the white hidden behind. finding his angry words slipping through his fingers like water he dipped in and kissed her beautiful neck. she smelled of vanilla-plant and sweat and he could not help but shiver as it mixed with the smell of leather, ink, and hide. kissing the girl's neck again he let his hand slide over one thin thigh through the slit in the dress

[Honey]

He would have much rather been yelled at in the library than the silent sexual abuse he received instead. The kiss on his pale neck seemed so innocent, like it did the previous evening in the moonlit garden, but as it grew bolder with the slightest addition of heat behind it, and the hand began to ghost along his thigh it was already too much. Turning his gaze down towards both the hand sliding against his thigh, he calmly reached down and pulled it away, casting it off to the side where he felt it needed to be. In the same smooth way of moving he gently laid his hand on the prince's shoulder and pushed him away. Skimming along the wall towards the door, he started for his lackluster escape

[littl3chocobo]

her actions shocked him and he was unable to form a thought in his head until she was nearly to the door, quickly he commanded her to stop though when he made it over to pin her back to the wall she took up struggling. he did not try to kiss her this time and remained with his arms blocking her escape until she calmed down

[Honey]

It took him a moment or two to collect his thoughts and see that the prince truly was not trying to seduce him any more, but rather wait for him to calm down. Ceasing his struggling, he remained pinned to the wall as the prince questioned what had possibly possessed him. Turning as best he could manage with the man standing firm at his back and the wall of the library, he cast an incredulous look at the man. "You were acting like a selfish heathen, trying to take me here in the library." Watching the look incomprehension of his words spread onto the prince's face he was left with his own of aggravation. "You stole me away to the library against my will and you started to touch me in ways that no woman should be touched lest they are married. Simply brutish."

[littl3chocobo]

he did not understand and had to go over her words twice to make sure he was not mistaken, even so he could not grasp it. "......you will be my wife tomorrow......and i.." he could not finish the thought and so redirected it instead. "...you are beautiful lady avery, you were given to me to do with as i pleased, am i expected to not enjoy my things because of the the technicality of the date?"

[Honey]

Schooling his face into a dry look, the marquess stared at the prince for a hard moment. His mind was slow in processing the words and it left him several moments of silence and calm breathing before he managed to speak. “Yes, you are expected as so.” Nudging the prince back just enough to allow him room to turn ‘round, he continued to stare incredulously. “Because I am to be your wife in the span of a day does not mean I am here to please you, to pander to any sexual whim you desire. As the Lord has declared one must wait until marriage before committing such acts, and because you are the prince does not excuse you.”