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Lion

Oh, if he didn't think he was going to fall over, he would have asked to sit down. But then he remembered he already wsas. His ass was planted in the seat next to Aveline and when the fish was served, he blinked stupidly at the  food and then at her. Oh that's right, he was getting married.

And he was drunk.

"Not at all," he chuckled, looking her over and keeping his gaze steady on her face. A lick of his lips and he grinned warmly, flashing teeth and letting his gaze dip to her cleavage. Just a glance before moving back to his fish. It wouldn't do to gawk. He was a raised gentleman after all.

"I might be just a little drunk though. I hope that's not a problem," he whispered back.




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Draconian

Oh dear.

Couldn't stand the idea of being with a woman already and that was still weeks away. Well, as soon as they got to Bellkrath. As far as she knew, her parents just wanted the agreement first. Have it on paper. Ceremony could be later. For his duchy. At least the brief conversation between then and now let her know that much.

Aveline was just a pawn in this game. A Pawn to have more pawns.

"Not a problem," She reached and gave his arm a pat before she tucked in for the meal. The meal was short and sweet, or at least it tasted good. Aveline was stuck with the fact this was probably going to be one of her last meals here. "I'll make sure to stock up on father's alcohol for you so you can... Perform."

The meal was over and she pushed away her plate, back straight and looked to Mercuxio in a side glance. "Ready for bed? I'll escort you and tuck you in," she pushed her chair away and pat his shoulder, smiling at him.

Lion

The dinner was short, thank God. He didn't know if he could stand the sight or smell of sea food much longer. He supposed it wasn't entirely their fault. Fovklar....Foklvar...Fooolkvaaar.  Right the last one. He supposed Folkvar had to use it's resources wisely just like any other province in the area had to. These weren't times of great luxury and the what luxuries were available were precious and to be given only on the most special of occasions.

Like weddings.

Oh shit.  He was getting married. HOLY. Shit.  Oh....God.

Mercuxio didn't really think about it until now as he tilted his head to Aveline when she was pushing him out of the chair and to a bed room. Already? They weren't even wed yet!  "I...I don't think I'm that tired," he said...  No, he was dead fucking tired. He could sleep for days on end.

"OH, maybe sleeping would be a good idea. I don't think I'll be able to stay on my feet much longer," he sighed, using the chair for support and shifting around toward the rooms she was directing him to.  Once they were inside, he just flopped onto the bed, rolling over onto his back and not even bothering to take his boots off.




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Draconian

Oh goodness.

Aveline escorted her husband to be to the room he would be staying in. The sheets had been turned down and she watched - confused and entertained - when he flopped onto the bed. Apparently he didn't function well either tired or drunk.

A glance around and she made sure they were alone before she went about untying his boots. No doubt it would be quite the experience. Yup. One boot down and she turned her head away and dropped the boot off the side of the bed. Other boot.

Aveline hefted her skirts up onto the bed before she pulled off his various coats. Fingers going to the buttons. Still. She leaned over him and looked at him. Her whiteblonde ringettes brushing against his chest while she unbuttoned his shirt. Then she gave pause and placed her hands on his breast bone. "You are asleep right? Because I plan on taking full advantage of you if you are." A fib, but if he were a lech of a man at least he'd pretend.

Lion

Mercuxio felt relief on his feet and he hadn't realized how tired he was when at long last the boots were gone. He flexed his feet along the stockings and shifted himself more comfortably into the bed. She was doing something weird with his clothes. Why? He was just a guest.

They weren't married yet.

And somehow she was still on top of him. "Asleep....getting there," he breathed out with a heavy sigh and her hands planted on his chest. Mercuxio stared up at her with heavy eyelids. Before his hand reached out to grip her by the base of her hair, pulling her close. "You don't have to wait for me to sleep to do that."




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Draconian

The most awkward laugh left Aveline when he spoke.

"Bluff called," she said, being drawn closer to him before her hands snacked around to pry his fingers from her hair. The carfully tended ringlettes were slowly seperating into a puffy curly mess of silvery blonde.

With a bit of a grunt she pulled herself free, tumbling from the bed to her feet in the process. "I think I'd prefer you sleep," she finally whisperes before she fixed her dress pale skin bright with her embarassment.

Aveline was quick to leave the room and quick to go to bed, leaving no time for following or further questions. However, the next morning, she was in his room again. Morning sun slowly climbing through the window. Dressed in a nightgown and stockings, a house coat over, shw still managed to shot off a good chunk of thigh in the morning light.

So, she sat at a table in Mercuxios room. Two cups of coffee while she read and waited for her poor drunk husband-to-be to face the day. Aveline arranged the night gown to ahow off more thigh. Just a littlw.bit. occationally she picked up fhe second mug and tried to waft the scent over.

Mornings were terribly boring alone.

Lion

Empty promises then. Or she was just teasing and he was too drunk to notice she was waiting for him to make a move and so he just passed out, half-dressed, just like that.

When morning finally came to bear, he jerked himself awake, and the smell of burnt coffee wafted through the air. Twitching had Mercuxio rolling off the bed and he slammed hard to the ground. "Oh, fuck," he hissed and rolled up to his feet. His hand gripped his skull, throbbing as it were.

"OH...." he wasn't alone, and vaguely saw Aveline through the morning light that was piercing his fucking retinas like tiny needles. "Oh god. How much I drink last night?"  Oh, he didn't want her to answer that because the answer of course was "Too fucking much."

"Good morning... Um, darling? Is it too soon for that?" he grinned, slowly stepping to that table and maneuvering over to her side. Should he kiss her? Would that be weird?  Maybe. But nothing about this situation was normal. Mercuxio leaned against that table and pressed his lips to her cheek in a chaste quick smooch.

"Thank you. Coffee. You're a life saver," he murmured and took a seat with a decent view to her thigh. Well, hello!... Maybe now was not the best time to have...morning wood.




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"If a cosmic tree falls in the universal forest and nobody is evolved enough to hear it, does it make a sound?" -Unknown

Draconian

Aveline just watched. Golden eyes wide when he fell out of bed - ehehehehehe - and finally when he made his way over. The kiss on the cheek confirmed all her suspicions. The paperwork just needed their signatures and she got a chaste kiss on the cheek. Mercuxio was absolutely a man loving priest.

Another shift to show more thigh before she sipped her coffee and made sure that at least her tophalf was modest. Aveline wasnt sure if she was disappointed or happy about it. Here was a handsome man. Ex-priest. Probably virginal. Probably loved men. Her hand smoothed over the pale flesh of her exposed thigh and she hiked it just the little bit higher, pretending to itch a scratch.

Another sip of coffee and she stood up so she could look at him. "The paperwork has been written up. My maids are packing my trunks and a few of my horses are being readied for transport," a shift of her stance and she smoothed her night gown down her front. "It just needs your signature and we're officially married," she nudged him with her foot, "this time next year we'll have at least one child. Maybe a second one the way and then you'll never have to do that again." It was supposed to be a tempting promise.

"Come sign the paperwork and have breakfast. The sooner you do the sooner we can go."  The sooner my life can contain more disappointment, she added in her head. Then, a wiggle of her fingers as goodbye and she made her way out of the room to change into day clothes.

Lion

Something was off about her. Something even more so than yesterday because this time she seemed cold, distant? Sure, they hardly knew each other. Sure they were strangers getting married, and he was taking her away from her home, her family, and her horses and. Ohhhh.....

Was that what this was about? The abrupt crisp attitude brought about because he was taking her precious horses? Mercuxio gently sipped that coffee, quiet as she went on and on about signing the paper work that would make their Union official. He had seen how important those animals were to her, especially Beautiful Day.

Mercuxio wasn't sure how he felt about that. Sipping his coffee quietly, and only now starting at her leg, a vague thing nearly blinding in the morning light...

"I will be along shortly," he replied softly, nodding to her when she rose to leave. Merric got dressed and cleaned up his muddy boots. He wasn't a messy house guest and far be it from him to start now. So he made the bed even before the servants did and me the family out by the dinner table for breakfast.

"Oh more fish...how lovely," he said, forcing a smile. It'd be fine. He could get through this. "Good morning, Lord and Lady Marsters. How are you?" A moot question because the paperwork was there on the table there, ready to be signed.




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Draconian

Aveline's hair had been brushed.

It was bad news for her because the natural curl went wide and she had a poofy untamed curly mess. Luckily, dressed in a soft cream coloured dress, Aveline had managed to tame most of it and braid it into a thick rope of pale gold.

A bit of a glare was sent Mercuxio's way at his whine of fish but she resumed eating her breakfast. It would be the last with her parents if they had anything to do with it. Her parents were fawning and overly pleased with themselves while her mother subtly moved the paper and writing utensil closer.

"We're wonderful my lord!" She chirrped, beside herself with glee, "we're excited to call you family. Such a handsome kind man. Our daughter is lucky to have such a match." She smiled to Aveline who forced one of her own. "Once you sign that paper she's yours! I expect grandchildren this time next year!"

Another glare and Aveline gently put down her fork and pushed away her half plate of food. Quite done. A brood mare for a gay virginal priest.  What an experience it would be.

Lion

Mercuxio was caught between a sheet of parchment and a hot poofy untamed mess that was Aveline Marsters. His eyes momentarily flicked up to meet hers, and the cold distance there was a little unnerving. Clearly he was still half-drunk from the alcohol. He kept forgetting this was just business after all. A political alliance for the assurance and good of the Bellkrathan people.

Mercuxio sat up and dug into his meal, eating it with gusto and determination and practically licked the plate clean. It really wasn't all that bad now that he was sober. And it was nice to finally have a hot meal. Something that would in short supply on the way back and in the coming months. "I'd be more than happy to make her mine. But I hope she understands that by signing these papers, I am also hers," he said levelly, meeting her gaze once again, holding the quill in hand and crossing his signature over the line officially.

He stood up and presented the paper before the pair of them, standing and crossing the table toward Aveline. "When you are ready to leave, I'll have my men prepare the escort. We begin marching in an hour. I think that's plenty of time," he offered and once again leaned in to kiss her cheek.  He gave the paper to his own attendant and left the dining room to prepare Titus for the long journey back.

Just when he was getting used to the ocean air too.




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"If a cosmic tree falls in the universal forest and nobody is evolved enough to hear it, does it make a sound?" -Unknown

Draconian

Also hers.

Aveline frowned down at the table cloth after she'd pushed away the plate. Sure it was a union but... A brief glance to him while he finished eating. Watching him while he signed. So easily. Sure she did but... her fingers fluffed with the end of her braid and she shifted and glanced away, chewing on her lip and frowning ever so softly.

Then it was done.

Golden eyes glanced up at Mercuxio while he made his way to her and spoke. Aveline hated how her heart gave a thump when he kissed her cheek. Hated how she watched him leave and was the littlest bit sad that she knew that she'd never have anything he'd want. At least she'd live as good of a life as she could with a husband that preferred the company of men.

It was easy to get ready - her maids had packed her stuff up already. All that was needed to be done was change into riding clothes. Then go. Start a new life. When the hour was up, Aveline was ready and waiting. Hat on. Pants on that hugged her legs and hips, loose white shirt and a short coat. Her hair was a thick braid hanging down her back while she waited for her new life to start.

Still, while she breathed in and tried to calm her slowly growing nerves, she hated how her heart had thumped when he'd kissed her cheek.

Lion

Mercuxio sat erect on Titus' back and commanded the horse, who did little more than appear like a dark cryptid in that early morning fog. The sun would follow, as it always did from night into dawn, but for now, the dew and moisture form the ocean made for a rather grim day. He didn't believe in omens, not for things like this.

He did what he came here to do, and he could only hope that Aveline would find some contentment in their new home. But that was not a choice he could make for her.

In the weeks it took to return, evening was only just starting to fall. Titus was rather done with the whole cross-country travel thing. And the poor boy would be getting a well deserved break by the time Mercuxio dismounted and helped Aveline down from the saddle although that was done more out of courtesy than because he thought her incapable.

"Welcome home," he said and gestured to the towering sight of Bellgrave Castle behind him. "I can't wait for you to meet my family. Bundle up though. The nights can be chilly."  Merric undid the cloak over his shoulders and wrapped it over hers, securing it around her neck.

"We'll warm up with some good wine inside," And he gently took her hand in his, stalking through the grounds and keeping her close.




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"If a cosmic tree falls in the universal forest and nobody is evolved enough to hear it, does it make a sound?" -Unknown

Draconian

Aveline had never been so tired in her life.

Her head ached. Her back ached. Her ass ached. Her hands ached. Her cheeks hurt. Finally, she glanced up at the castle and stifled a gasp. If the gravity of what she'd gotten herself into hadn't crashed down around her head on the awful journey here it would now. The help down from the saddle had her land bowlegged and she wobbled, hands clutching Mercuxio's arms before she gained her footing.

All she wanted was to sleep.

"Going to be spending my nights alone am I?" She teased softly, looking up at Mercuxio through pale lashes while he moved his cloak from himself to her.  Aveline adjusted it slightly, letting her fingers brush his palm before she let him take her hand and lead her along. Despite how tired she was, she kept her eyes wide and took in the sights of her new... Home. Aveline pressed closed to her husbands side.  Another shiver ran through her. The coldness was different here. Not as bitter.

"When can I go to bed?" She said softly, glancing away. Keeping her mouth closed about the state of his stables. Her horses had traveled with them, no doubt they were being put in stables. Where they okay? She'd been checking on them obsessively through the journey. None of them had turned lame. None of them looked unhappy. "After wine and family?" her voice was soft and out of her element, she was demure and maybe even a little shy.

Lion

"I will show you around, and I promise the meeting will be brief. Although...if you'd rather go to sleep, I can thoroughly sympathize. So...we can do the meet and greet in the morning. I think that would be better for everyone. The horses are being cared for in the stables, don't worry. The workers here are capable and Beautiful Day is in excellent hands," he said, glancing briefly over to her.

He squeezed her hand and guided her into the door and into the doorway.  Her bags were brought along behind them, and as they entered up into the rooms, Mercuxio led the way, never once letting go of her hands in doing so.

"This is the guest wing. It'll do for now, but we'll move you into a master suite when you're more settled," he said softly, walking into the room with her, and tilting his head a little. The cold left color in her cheeks that was rather becoming. She wasn't ugly, not in the slightest, and he smiled sweetly, thanking the servant that brought her things up.  Merric pressed her hands between his.

"Is there anything I can do for you to make you feel at home? Or do you have everything you need?" he asked, titling his head the other way and reaching up flick off a stray strand of hair.




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"If a cosmic tree falls in the universal forest and nobody is evolved enough to hear it, does it make a sound?" -Unknown

Draconian

Hm.

Aveline let herself be guided. The chill of their hands together gathering warmth and she almost drew closer fo him for it. Their marriage was still contract only. Unconsumated and while they were friendly there had been no untoward movements on Mercuxios part.

He's been a perfect gentleman the whole time. Hadn't touched her. Hadn't  kissed her. Cheek kisses were a common thing and she wasn't sure if one of those had been a lip kiss before she'd turned her head to make it a cheek kiss. Aveline listened and was surprised when she felt a little bad about the guest wing.

The sweet smile wasn't for her, she knew. A glance off to the side after she watched the servant leave. A small frown while she blinked up at him. "Hmm? Oh. No. Im sure everything will be fine," she squeezed mercuxio's hand before she took a deep breath and looked around the room, "you have a lovely home. I look forward to meeting your family."

Lion

"All right then. Have a good night, dear," he said with not small amount of genuine care. She was a guest in his home for now, and although they were wed in contract only on paper, he was going to see to it that she had everything that she needed. Anything at all. So even as she assured him she would be fine, he kept their hands together and forgot about the cloak on her shoulders and quietly departed.

The night however was fraught with much tossing and turning and by the time he actually fell asleep it seemed morning was rather adamant to pour in through his curtains. Mercuxio was draped to his knees in a night shirt, and slipped into loose trousers for morning breakfast. It wasn't sea food but he hoped she had a taste for bacon and eggs.

It was better than nothing, he thought. Although...maybe Aveline would prefer something that reminded her more of home? Mercuxio didn't know and figured it might be a good idea to bring her breakfast in bed. So after a trip to the kitchens gave him all he required he jostled his way down to the room he left her in and carefully knocked on the door.

"Good morning," he murmured, gently pushing it open with his back and turning with a tray of hot food and coffee.  The family would still be there for her to meet later.




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"If a cosmic tree falls in the universal forest and nobody is evolved enough to hear it, does it make a sound?" -Unknown

Draconian

The forgotten cloak warmed her and Aveline smiled slightly at the floor. It was apparenrly going to be a temporary room so while she looked around she didn't commit it to memory over much. Aveline had tucked her mkre favoured clothing at the top of one of the trunks and despite how tired she was she still managed to change.

An old nightgown was pulled on, more for comfort than warmth. It smelled of her home and she glanced at herseld in the vanity.mirror above the dresser. So well loved it was practically see through. For modesty sake she took her second comfort. The cloak mercuxio put over her. It smelled of.outside and ... him.

Not in a bad way.

Aveline carefully brushed out her long whiteblond hair before she braided it on either side and wrapped them around her head like a platinum coronet. Stasfied with her work she wrapped Mercuxios cloak around herself and climbed onto the bed. Too tired to even turn down the sheets.

There were dreams. Strange dreams that made her uncomfortable and featured a certain mans cloak she was wearing. She hadn't even seen him topless so the first time she woke to a dark room she wondered how her mind had come up with a topless man with such clarity.

The second time she woke up it was after the scent of food and coffee had filled the room. Slowly, golden eyes opened and she stared at... "you..." she sat up, forgetting about the cloak and the fact her nightgown was little more than a sheer piece of fabric.

"You brought me breakfast," she whispered up at him before she pulled his cloak tightly over her shoulders, "what's the occasion?" She teased, reaching for the cup of coffee first.

Lion

Occasion? Oh, he didn't know he needed one. Mercuxio slowly closed the door with his foot, crossing the threshold toward the bed, and took a seat beside her.

There was only one cup of coffee, but it was hers for the taking. He smiled gently, eyes flicking down to where she'd neglected to cover herself until it was too late. OH..oh. Merric's eyes flicked to the point were her nipples were practically pointing through her shirt.

"I just thought you'd be more comfortable just the two of us. The rest of the family are still out there. They can wait though. Did you sleep well enough?" he asked.  And surreptitiously stole a strip of bacon, tearing it with his teeth.  And his eyes drifted to that cloak she was wearing.

No comment on that. Because he'd forgotten about it, and the fact that she still had it was...sweet.  "How are you feeling?"




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"We must view with profound respect the infinite capacity of the human mind to resist the introduction of useful knowledge." -Thomas R. Lounsbury
"If a cosmic tree falls in the universal forest and nobody is evolved enough to hear it, does it make a sound?" -Unknown

Draconian

Aveline flushed so scarlet it was probably turning her hair red. Slowly she made sure the cloak covered everything before she held the mug in both hands and took a sip. It was fine if he saw those right? Sort of?

Aveline knew two things about being man and wife. The wife had the children was one and any begetting of children was done after dark and when it was over you went to your seperate bedrooms. Or something.

A slow look to Mercuxio before she also stole a strip of bacon and chewed on it quietly, brows down while she thought with a frown. That would probably work fine for him, though she knew she wouldn't feel like a man in the dark.

After polishing off the coffee and half the eggs, she motioned to the remaing half of breakfast to... Her husband.  Was now a good time? Slowly, Aveline found his hand and pulled it to her lap. "I understand that you were a preist," she gave them a squeeze anf shuffled closer, holding his fist to her belly. "I want to get along with you so... As soon as you're comfortable we can work on an heir and then... And then you won't have to worry about it. And I dont mind if... you want us to be mostly clothed and in the dark. In fact i prefer it! The sooner... the sooner you have a male heir the sooner you won't have to... touch me like that." And she gave his hand a pat and let it go, making sure again that her assests were covered from Mercuxio's tendee gaze.