Well, I wanted to do a different one, but people kept saying royal wedding and I kept thinking of arranged marriage so…here it is!
Arranged marriage suggested by crystal . gurl
Royal Couple
Dawn Betlitz is rich and gorgeous and noble. She is ever so proper and polite as she curtsies and allow others to kiss her hand. But Dawn Berlitz only has one thought, and that is for the sullen prince who worries over his mother's bedside. The sullen prince who, two years prior, was found crying over his brother's body – a knife in his back from "bandits" – who has painted on smiles. Those deep purple eyes tear, but they never flicker. In response, her mind is always full of him and her eyes rarely leave his form.
His hands are like ice as they take her hand, sit on her waist, and they dance. They don't talk. There are words, yes, but they don't mean them, they don't pay attention to them. They don't think about any of the things they say. Prince Paul's sudden interest in his betrothed is thought to be from his father's insistence to "get to know your future bride". Dawn, beautiful Dswn, does her duty as a woman engaged to the future king, and reciprocates his affections.
His lips are like store as they press against hers by the water fountain, a place they are sure to be caught, and she pulled away, putting her lips to his ear and whispers, low and soft, "How will you do me in, your highness?"
"I haven't the slightest," he says, and he is not referring to what her questions means, but truthfully answers, his hands twitching for only a moment on her hips."
"I'm incredibly partial to an arrow through the heart," she whispers. "And, o' prince, I am ever so partial to falling off my rapidash as I race through the countryside."
"Woman shouldn't ride," he retorts softly.
"But king's should. Your father does. It'd be ever so sad if his mount spooked near the cliffs, dear." She nips his ear softly, and pulled away. "Such a thing should never happen. I know I would cry if it did. I imagine you would too, sob like a baby at the funeral where everyone can see."
He kisses her again, and it's warm, and she smiled. She is quite aware she had earned her keep. His every touch is still rough and he still feels like stone, and when they fall in the marriage bed he slams so hard she aches for days afterwards, but she is queen now after so, so many tragic accidents, and she knows that she has earned her keep.
When they share a bed, she lies back and thinks of Sinnoh.
Remember, Victorian ladies, when sleeping with a man lie back and think of England, and it'll be over soon enough. XD
I think this may be the shortest chapter yet, but I like it. Nice and to the point, I should think. It's not romantic, it's an epic power play, just like the royals used to be. Now they get married for love and all that silly stuff. How I miss the politics of monarchs.
