Believe me, moonlight is the stuff whereof /My lady's limbs are made. I offer proof.
War on the Home Front
The day of the ball was here. Kalasin of Cathrak stood in her rooms, pacing. Of course, the married couple still shared a bed, but anything more than that would be a crime, and cause another heated debate. Finally, Kaddar arrived in their rooms dressed, as a pompous, jumped-up emperor should. Kally took his arm roughly, nearly scratching it, and said in a scathing voice, "Proceed."
Five days of fittings and torture later, Kalasin looked fantastic, something that she would never admit. She was wearing an auburn, strapless dress, with the crinkly bodice and a dress that opened out. Kaddar formulated a forced smile, and said awkwardly, "You look beautiful, you know…"
The Empress answered with a slap, and said, "Of course I do. I'm the Empress. Hello? Now, if you don't get going, I'm going to leave without you." With that, she marched off, leaving a very flustered Kaddar to pick up the pace.
Later that night, after all the nicety formalities had been done, the royal couple walked out onto the balcony, intruding a perfect night with their tensions. They were snapping at each other over the name of a councilor or two, or the opinions of them. Suddenly, a dark, gray, cloud moved, leaving the perfect, full moon to shine on the couple. Kaddar suddenly took Kalasin's arm into his, and gazed up at the sky.
For a minute, or rather, a second, Kally seemed to soften, before hitting the offending limb.
A happy ending? Yeah, right.
A/N: A sorta sequel to my August 8 entry, 'A Little Lesson'