Their courtship/engagement had lasted a year. Despite their sexual frustration and desire to take it to that level, they had decided it would be more meaningful and enjoyable if they waited. They went extremely slow during their courtship, in respect for their decison and each other. They didn't kiss until the tenth month of the agreement. Before that their relationship consisted of a lot of embraces. Whenever they kissed, they had to fiercely control the passion for each other at bay. They made sure they were in semi-public places when they would kiss, to prevent things from going to far. The wedding took place five months after the year finished. The wedding had been a simply elegant one.
To make up for her being permanently separated from her world for him, he decided to don her culture's traditonal wedding attire. She made the decision her fiancee had chosen. In order for her to be accepted more by Fanelia's people, she wore a dress like the first time she had been on Gaea, only it was white and had a veil's like Millerna had at hers. As she walked down the aisle, it would be one of the moments, in which she would be more than exceedingly beautiful in his eyes. The other times would be after she would give birth to his children. Their decison to wait for becoming physically intimate had defintely been worth the wait, and made their wedding night all the more memorable.
She had barely managed to avoid the sword. The clash echoed in the large room. The strength he put behind the attack, forced her to take a step back. When he is in need of a distraction, he trains and since she is his personal bodyguard/servant, she has no choice but to spar with him. She has accompanied him and the queen almost everywhere for as long as she can remember. Her room is in her majesties' chambers. She is not treated like royalty but she is not denied anything if she asks for it. She lives a simple life and desires simple things for that is how her current companion raised her. Her birth a secret, even to the other occupants of the castle, except for those he knew he could trust, without a shadow of a doubt.. The king had come up with a plausible explanation as to whose child she is. She did look like him, however she had her uncle's hair color. It was a darker shade of green though. Her eyes were the same hue of his. Like father, like daughter so to speak, he was able to pass her off as his brother's child. They had shared the same blood, so there was no reason one of his children would take after their uncle, and grandfather.
The man took his shirt off. He had long ago lost the sense of modesty when being in her presence. He had told her numerous times about keeping her secret and she had. Their secret had long ago denied them the enjoyment of embracing publicly. Not that it bothered her, he had been the one to come up with the propostion, she had readily accepted. She knew he and his queen loved her the way she should be loved, that is why they have kept her so close. She had been four when the pact had been made. At that point, she had changed her name. She had been extremely mature for her age. She is currently six. The secret of who's child she was had started with her birth. He had informed his servants and his subjects that his child had been stillborn. He managed to hide her for awhile. When he had revealed her to the occupants, he had managed to pass off the story that some stranger entrusted him to care for her; since his servants preferred to be ignorant. His story had been bought wholeheartedly. She stared up at her sparring partner with dark intense eyes she had inherited from her father.
They were interrupted the next moment by one of the queen's servants. She told them that the baby is coming. They both quickly dropped their swords. As they glanced at each other, a smile graced the other's face. They were running to see who would make it to the queen first. Their running to see who would reach the queen first was one of the examples of their friendly competition. In order to make up for how he had chosen to raise, he made sure she never felt left out. Although, him being quite taller than her gave had more or less given him the advantage, in this particular race. Not that she minded, her excitement being hard to contain at that moment. As they arrived at the queen's room, they heard the distinct sound of a baby's first cry. They went in to see the midwife cleaning the baby. She cut the umbilical cord for the nervous father. The king managed to walk those few steps to his wife's side. His companion in tow. Upon her exit, the midwife handed the baby to its father.
Once he realized they were alone, he turned to face his companion, all the while keeping an eye on his wife. Being snapped out of his stupor by his wife's voice. "It's a boy." Another genuine smile graces his face, to be returned by his companion and wife. He handed the baby to his bodyguard as he sat himself next to his wife. She held the infant close to her in wonder and love. "Can I keep him?" The innocent question brought smiles to his and his wife's face. "No, but you can name him." "Really?" "Yes." The queen said. "Well, go ahead, Zodiac." That is another thing she gave up to serve the royal family of Fanelia was her name. Zodiac Draconian is the name she gave herself. Only a limited few knew her birth name. She thought for a moment. " I know, how about Virgo?" "If that is what you have chosen, then Virgo it shall be." He knew she is about to return the infant to his mother, before taking her leave to give them privacy. Knowing that it is okay for him to reveal her secret, the king speaks once again. "Oh, Strategos, you have yet to say hello to your brother." She complies wholeheartedly with her father's request, before taking leave of the queen's chamber.
