forum Royal Affairs (O/O Closed)

Started May 08, 2023 by @LolaBug

tune

(Yes, spoilers are always the way to go XD)

Ophelia can certainly appreciate the grace with which Ambrose moves. While her husband is a wonderful dancer, it doesn’t seem to come as naturally to him. She shifts her attention to Kaillas and offers a small reassuring smile when she meets his gaze. She knows that he’s worried for her but she wants him to be able to enjoy his time with his sisters. It’s important that they’re able to spend time together.

“I am not keeping any secrets, Ambrose. I truly do not know the reason for this obsession. As I said, I may have a few ideas but they are just that, ideas.” She isn’t keeping any important information to herself. The fact that Ambrose doesn’t seem to believe that isn’t something that’s pleased with. She’s given him no reason to distrust her so this suspicion admittedly rubs her the wrong way. Especially since she had been under the impression that they were starting to get along.

Out of the corner of her eye, she spots Beatrice. After the horrible birth the poor woman had, she should not be back so soon. She’s concerned that this will put too much of a strain on her. Though she doubts she will be able to do anything about the situation, she’ll be sure to keep her eye on Beatrice throughout the evening to ensure that she’s alright.

“And yes, they willingly married me off to a king they didn't like. It was all for the sake of their alliances and power. You met my parents, you know what they’re like.” The alliance was necessary and to be honest, her parents don’t like anyone so it isn’t shocking that they shipped her off to the first king who would take her.

“I am taking no risks involving anyone’s safety and it would be wise for you to not accuse me of such again.” Perhaps her tone is sharper than need be and perhaps she truly is just reading into his words too much but after that conversation with her parents, she’s low on patience. She has no problem sitting down and discussing things with Kaillas and Ambrose but she will not allow the latter to speak to her in such a way.

Despite the heaviness of the conversation, Ambrose couldn't help but smile. It was more of a smug smirk than anything, he rarely ever truly smiled. And his genuine smiles were reserved for one woman, and the very woman he couldn't have. She belonged to someone else. Well, more like he believed he had a claim on her ever since her parents sold her to her husband. And she didn't want Ambrose to save her. So he loved her from afar and loved her silently.

"You truly are the perfect match," he said, a completely opposite direction of their conversation. "Your parents may have given you to the first taker but I don't think I've ever met anyone more perfect for each other than the two of you." They were like two halves of the same soul. It was frightening almost. His heart squeezed with jealousy of the love he would never have, but he was so happy for his friend to have finally found his perfect person.

He has met her parents, and each interaction he's had with them he had to resist hitting his head against a wall. Walking on hot coals would be less painful than having a conversation with them. But he was diplomatic and knew he to delegate, unlike several on their council, so it was he who had to deal with them and every other monarch they had established trade and alliances with. It almost made him wish he was a brute like Kaillas who couldn't hold his tongue. Then maybe the job could be passed to someone else. But he didn't trust anyone else not to fuck it up, so back to him it was.

"Careful, Your Majesty, you're starting to sound like a queen." While he doubted he and Ophelia would ever be friends, he did admire her. And he was happy to see her finally standing up for herself. She had been such a docile little thing when she had first come to them. Now she was blossoming into a woman and a queen. All she had needed was Kaillas to encourage her.

He would always question her, as he did to Kaillas. But in front of others, they would be a unified front. He had Kaillas's back, and by extension, hers. But in the privacy of closed doors, he would pick apart everything they had said and ensure it was the right thing to do. To make sure they believed wholly in their decisions.

The sudden topic change catches her off guard and for a moment, she remains silent. Though she’s happy to hear that he thinks that she and Kaillas are such a perfect match, she detects something else in his tone. Envy? She isn’t quite sure. The thought lingers on her mind, making her wonder if there is someone special in Ambrose’s life, someone who he can’t be with. She is, of course, curious but she knows that he won’t share even if she asks.

She respects his privacy so she won’t look into the matter further. Ophelia's smile, though tinged with a hint of sadness, brightens at Ambrose's words. "Thank you," she says sincerely. "I do believe Kaillas and I are fortunate to have found each other, despite the circumstances. He's brought warmth and kindness into my life that I never imagined possible."

“I suppose I should sound like a Queen at least occasionally,” She replies with a light chuckle. Between Kaillas’ support and encouragement and the pressure of not being bullied by the ladies of the court, she has had to grow a backbone. Her first day here she could hardly look anyone in the eyes and now she’s actually standing up for herself and handling politics with a level head. Admittedly, she is rather proud of herself.

While she recognizes the need to have Ambrose question her and ensure that she isn’t a threat to this kingdom, she doesn’t appreciate that he was accusing her of being such to begin with. She would never do anything to hurt anyone. Her parents may be a threat to the kingdom but she isn’t. At least not intentionally….

As the song comes to an end, she takes a step back and thanks Ambrose, mostly for saving her from that unfortunate conversation with her parents. She can only handle their overbearing questions for so long before she shuts down. Since Kaillas is busy with his sisters, she’s going to go grab a drink and find a quiet little corner to hide away in for a little while.

Ambrose has never truly cared about what people think about him. He wasn't there to cater to people's feelings and make them feel nice. He spoke the truth, whether it was cutthroat or not. At least to those he didn't need to play nice with. Dealing with other monarchs was an entirely different thing than talking to his advisors. And when he didn't have to play nice, he certainly did not.

"You sound more like a queen than you think. You will do well here I think. Perhaps you might lead this country and Kaillas can play the stay-at-home wife. He might enjoy that." They both knew he would be riddled with anxiety. And Kaillas was never very good at letting anyone take more responsibility. He believed that he had to bear the weight of the world on his shoulders so no one else had to have a care for the world.

He spun her rapidly as the song came to an end, dipping her effortlessly. He straightened her and bowed deeply at the waist. "If you need saving, I'm a glance away." The last thing he needed was Kaillas making a scene here in front of everyone. He would be the buffer that she needed. Or he would send someone else in his place to be more discreet.

As Ambrose exited the floor, he passed by Beatrice, brushing his hand against hers as he walked by. No one noticed. They were all too busy with the conversations at hand or drinking too heavily to notice anything other than what was right in their faces.

Kaillas took Elora into a dance next, passing a look at Aedion who expressed his dislike with him dancing with his sister. The guard at least had the decency to lower his gaze. He leveled a look at Elora, who just gave him a sweet, innocent smile, that suggested she was up to nothing. Which he of course knew better than that. As much as he openly expressed his dislike for his sisters talking about boys, he would be subtle about this. He wasn't going to throw a fit. Or cause a scene. At least not yet.

He searched the crowd for his wife, trying to find her through the mangle of bodies. He hated the idea of her being out there alone. He would be glued to her side if he could.

Genevive approached the queen, dipping into a small curtsey as she approached. "Your Majesty, happy birthday." She smiled kindly at her, taking a sip of her wine. "You and His Majesty looked absolutely stunning during your dance. And your gown is absolutely radiant." She, of course, already knew who her seamstress was, despite Kaillas trying to keep it hidden. She was an extension of her husband and an excellent spy herself.

An amused smile tugs at her lips as she imagines Kaillas being a stay-at-home wife. Her poor husband would absolutely lose his mind. The man is too insistent on taking on the weight of the world. She would love for him to have less responsibilities so they could spend more time together but something tells her that’s not going to happen. They didn’t even get to enjoy their full honeymoon after all.

As Ambrose gracefully twirls her on the dance floor, Ophelia’s smile grows a little more. She nods appreciatively at his offer of protection. "I'll keep that in mind, Ambrose, thank you," she replies with a hint of playfulness in her voice. She knows that the court can be a treacherous place, and having someone like him in her corner is undoubtedly an advantage.

She collects her drink before stepping off to the side of the ballroom. A quick look around tells her that her parents are still occupied so she doesn’t have to worry about them bothering her again. Not yet at least. She sips at her drink, gradually relaxing. This moment of peace and quiet is exactly what she needed to compose her. Today has been rather crazy. Though most of the day has been fun, her parents are managing to ruin every little thing. She can’t wait for them to leave in the morning.

Noticing that she’s being approached, she quickly puts a smile on her face. It wouldn’t be good for anyone to think that she’s anything short of happy right now. Gossip spreads like wildfire and she would like to avoid being at the center of it if she can help it.

She greets the other woman, welcoming her company. Genevive's compliment on her gown doesn't go unnoticed, and Ophelia inclines her head graciously. "Thank you. The talents of the seamstress never cease to amaze me," she says, her voice carrying genuine appreciation. She knows the importance of surrounding herself with trusted confidantes, and Genevive will hopefully be one of them.

“Are you enjoying yourself so far?” She asks politely, wanting to ensure that her guests are having a good time.

Kaillas would most certainly talk with Elora and Aedion separately. His main concern was that her guard was there for just that, to guard her. It was a distraction for them to be making eyes at each other and whatever else they got up to when no one was looking. It was dangerous and could cost both of their lives if they weren't careful. Aedion should know better, and so should Elora. She knew better than most that he took their safety very seriously.

He looked over at Ophelia once more and saw her with company, and relaxed when he saw it was Genevieve. She would take care of his wife so he felt more at peace. Any of the other ladies would have been gossiping and taking her around the court to show her off. But Genevieve knew better. He felt better with her there.

One more dance and then he would join her again for whatever she wished. One more dance with Elora and he was all hers. If she wished to dance more, he would spin her around the room until she was so dizzy she couldn't stand. And if she was ready to leave, well, he had a surprise waiting for her that would surely brighten her day. Or at least, he hoped it would. There was always a chance she would say no.

Genevieve smiled. "She truly is wonderful, is she not? I do hope to see you wear this gown, no matter hos scandalous it is for us women to wear the same outfits. It's too beautiful to be stored in the closet." She took another sip of her glass, her first glass of the night, mind you, and looked around the room.

"I suppose so. These events are so tedious, even if it is for your birthday. You do not need to pretend around me. I am not one to judge for hating these things. I detest them myself." She had spent enough of her youth twirling around the ballroom and flirting with men. Those days were past her and she was content. Content with her husband and content with her children.

Ophelia's eyes brightened as she regards Genevieve. "Indeed, she is," she replies with genuine warmth. "Her craftsmanship is unparalleled, and I couldn't be more pleased with how this gown turned out. It's a work of art." She couldn't agree more with Genevieve's sentiment that such beauty should not be confined to a closet, even if it meant the occasional fashion faux pas of wearing the same outfit. The gown is even more special to her since Kaillas helped to create it just for her.

As Genevieve confesses her dislike for such grand events, she cant help but appreciate the honesty. "You have no idea how refreshing it is to hear someone speak the truth about these gatherings," she said with a soft chuckle. "It's not often that I can admit my own aversion to them without raising eyebrows. But, in truth, my husband's presence makes these occasions more bearable." Her gaze briefly flits to where Kaillas is. “Everyone worked so hard on putting this all together for me and I am grateful. However, I would have been just as happy with a small and private affair.”

"Still, they serve a purpose, I suppose," she continued. "Diplomacy and alliances are built in these rooms, even if it does come at the cost of enduring tiresome conversations and insincere flattery. At least we can find solace in the company of a few genuine souls, like yourself."

Unlike many of the women at court, she never had the chance to enjoy dancing and flirting with suitors at these events. She was kept on a short leash by her parents when they hosted or attends balls and now that she’s married, she has no desire to even look at another man.

Genevieve followed her line of sight to the king and smiled. She found her own husband hiding among the shadows. This was not his scene at all. He preferred to be the silent partner. Balls had always put him on edge, even when they were young. It was something she liked about him. She found solace and peace with him. And even though their relationship had been arranged, they had always been kind to one another. They had practically grown up at court together.

"You are the queen now, you will never have small and private affairs, no matter how much you crave them." It was the unfortunate fact of court. Everything was everyone's business. And something like the queen's birthday must be celebrated.

"I'm sure you and Kaillas have your presence known long enough for it to be accepted for you to slip away. Most people are too drunk to notice anyway. You won't be missed." Except, perhaps by her parents, but there was nothing good that would come out of them. And she and her husband could distract them long enough for the two of them to slip away unnoticed.

Genevieve hummed, clicking her ring against her glass. "I suppose you are right. Balls do have some benefits. It makes spying on others all that easier too. Alcohol makes the tongue loose and people say things they wouldn't usually. It's almost a nice distraction to look through people's things."

Ophelia's gaze returns to Genevieve, and she cant help but nod in agreement. "You're absolutely right," she replies, her voice tinged with a hint of wistfulness. "As queen, privacy becomes a rare commodity, and even the most intimate moments are observed and dissected by others. But I suppose that's the price one must pay for the throne." She glances at Kaillas once more and then back to Genevieve. Their shared understanding of the complexities of court life is a comforting bond.

Although she is enjoying this conversation, she does hope to leave the ball soon. They have made their presence known and now with everyone being tipsy from the drinks, they can likely slip out without being noticed. She does hope that her parents will still be involved enough in a conversation to not notice for awhile. She needs to avoid them for the rest of the evening. Come tomorrow and they’ll be gone.

A sly smile curves her lips as Genevieve agrees with the benefits of gatherings like these. "Ah, the secrets and indiscretions that alcohol unveils," she muses, her tone conspiratorial. "It can be quite the tool for those who know how to wield it." She taps her fingers lightly on her wineglass, contemplating the hidden intrigues that lay beneath the surface of the glittering event.

"But I think it is a price worth paying," Genevieve turned towards Kaillas. There was no hiding their love for one another. It was passionate and unbreakable. There were worst things in life.

She gave Ophelia a knowing look. "As long as you know how to play your crowd, you can get whatever you want from them. You just have to be smart about it." And pick your targets wisely. Not everyone among them was would respond passively to inquiries. There were several known rowdy and violent drunks, and if you pushed too hard, well, you were exposed. Unless you knew how to play them right. Which she did, of course. She had been playing this game for a long time.

"If you ever have need of me, all you need to do is send for me." As the song came to an end, Genevieve made her exit. She curtsied to the queen, giving her a sly smile as Kaillas was making his way towards them. She inclined her head to the king before slipping away into the crowd.

Kaillas approached Ophelia, wrapped an arm around her waist and pulling her towards. "Are you alright, darling? I'm sorry I couldn't save you from your parents." Oh, he had wanted to, but it would have destroyed Katya's heart to leave her halfway through their dance.

"I understand," Ophelia replies with a thoughtful nod, her gaze meeting Genevieve's. "It's all a delicate dance, isn't it? One must tread carefully and choose their steps wisely." She understands that playing the court's game is a necessary part of their roles, even if it sometimes felt disheartening. Genevieve's offer of assistance is something that she deeply appreciates. It's good to have friends and allies. She knows that having a confidante like Genevieve could be a tremendous asset in the intricate web of court politics. "Thank you, Genevieve," she says sincerely, her eyes conveying her gratitude.

As Genevieve makes her graceful exit, she watches her go. She knows that Genevieve is a force to be reckoned with in the court, and having her on her side is a reassuring thought.

Turning her head, she smiles as Kaillas approaches, wrapping an arm around her waist and pulling her close. His concern is evident in his eyes and she feels bad for making him worry. "I'm alright," she reassures him with a soft smile. "And you needn't apologize, darling. I understand you had your dance with your sister." She leans into his embrace, finding comfort in his presence.

"Is it alright if we leave? My parents are occupied and I'd like to slip out before they notice." They won't have many more chances to get away undetected once her parents end their conversation.

He dipped his head down to brush his lips across her temple. A ghost of a kiss, and all he would allow himself to do here, despite his previous kiss of passion. That was a one time thing in front of the court and not something he would likely do again. At least not any time soon. Being affectionate in public made him uncomfortable most times. But in cases such as this, when no one was looking at them, he could afford to give some to her.

"Still, I should have anticipated, intervened somehow." Something other than what he had done. Instead of sending someone to save her, there should have been someone with her from the start so her parents wouldn't have had a chance to start anything. A misstep on his part and one he didn't plan on making again.

"Of course, my darling. But so long as you aren't ready to end the night, I have something for you." And he prayed she didn't say no. It was now or never. If he didn't do it now, he would lose his nerve and never get to surprise her. There was no way in hell he would be able to do this again in the future. It was already set up and the question was given. If she wanted to retire, well, he could hide his disappointment.

It would be his own fault, of course, for not finding a more convenient time. Of all days, why did he have to choose the night her parents were here? But it was her birthday and he wanted to give her a gift she would never forget. What better opportunity than her birthday? He saw none other. This was the perfect time, even if her parents were an annoyance. But nothing could hinder him. Nothing unless she said no.

With a smile, she closes her eyes and enjoys the kiss being placed upon her temple. She understands his reservations about public displays of affection, especially in front of the court, but moments like these, when they were alone and unobserved, felt like treasures. This is one of the few times that she'll ever actually be thankful than people are drinking so heavily. It means that they aren't coherent enough to try and bother them.

"Oh hush. You deserve to have fun and it isn't as though I was in danger." She replies, understanding but slightly teasing to help lighten the mood. "I appreciate your concern, truly, but my parents have their own ways of asserting their wishes." She gives him a reassuring smile, her love for him unwavering. "You've already done more than enough for me tonight. Let's not dwell on it any longer." Besides, Kaillas may not have been the one to 'rescue' her but she knows for certain that he sent Ambrose to check in on her and that was plenty helpful.

Kaillas' words about having something for her piques her curiosity, and she looks up at him with an interested smile. There have been so many delightful surprises set up for her today, she can't believe that he's able to pull off another one. "Oh, really? I'm intrigued," she said playfully. The way he seems almost nervous about this surprise is something she finds sweet. It's obvious that he's put a lot of thought into whatever it is that he has planned.

"Tell me, my dear king," She says, her eyes sparkling with anticipation, "what is this surprise you have for me?" She can't imagine a better way to end her birthday celebration than with a special gift from the man she adores.

Kaillas agreed to disagree. Ophelia deserved to have just as much fun, if not more. It was her birthday after all. She should be enjoying herself, not worrying over what her parents might say to her or if they could find her in the crowd. And danger, perhaps not physically, but her mental well-being was at risk the longer she was in their presence. And his leash on his rage shortened every time he had to deal with them. He felt like he could have done so much more. He shouldn't have left her alone, not while her parents were on the loose. At the very least, he could have made sure one of the other ladies was with her while he danced. Or drove in the importance of Elora sticking with her when Kaillas was not there.

His hand squeezed her waist, giving her a teasing smile, and hiding just how nervous he truly was. "Now, it wouldn't be a surprise if I told you, now would it?" He quirked an eyebrow. There was nothing she could say or do that would make him spoil it.

He glanced around them, making sure no one was looking before taking her hand and tugging on it. "Come and I'll show you." And with the discretion of the guards and staff, he snuck them out of the ball, which wasn't all that hard considering the amount of alcohol that had been consumed by the partygoers. He couldn't blame them all too much, the politics of court made him want to drink sometimes too.

As he led her through the halls, his anxiety began rising. So much so that he couldn't even look at her for fear it would cripple him. Who knew doing such a thing would instill so much fear in him. He had faced countless warriors on the battlefield and come out victorious. He had stared death in the face and laughed at it. Yet surprising his girl? Well, it was unfathomable.

Kaillas led her out the doors to the courtyard and into the open yard where courtiers liked to frolic during the day. Only it wasn't so open. Rose petals had been scattered across the grass. An arch, made entirely of floral components, had been placed in the yard. The stars and moon were shining, providing a soft glow to the night and reflecting off the gown Ophelia wore. Evenings primrose formed a path to the arch, in full bloom under the night sky.

Kaillas let Ophelia walk in front of him. And when she finally turned around, he was on one knee.

Ophelia is genuinely touched by Kaillas's determination to make her birthday special despite the obstacles they face. His hand on her waist brings reassurance, and she can't help but smile at his teasing. Despite her parents trying their best to ruin this day for her, she’s actually had a good time. All of these sweet little surprises have made today the best birthday that she’s ever had.

"Alright, you've got me curious," she responds, her eyes sparkling with anticipation. She has complete trust in Kaillas, knowing that whatever surprise he has in store will be worth it. Everything he’s done today has been nothing short of magical after all.

As he tugs on her hand, they slip away from the bustling ballroom, and she feels a sense of adventure. She appreciates how Kaillas has orchestrated their escape with the help of the inebriated partygoers and the discretion of the staff. It’s always nice to be able to sneak away from these types of events.

Walking through the dimly lit halls, she can't resist stealing glances at Kaillas. His anxiety is palpable, and she finds this vulnerable side of him endearing. She wants to say something reassuring but also doesn't want to spoil the moment. It’s clear that he’s put a lot of time and effort into whatever this is.

When they step into the courtyard, her breath catches in her throat. The scene before her is nothing short of magical. The scattered rose petals, the floral arch, and the soft moonlight create an enchanting atmosphere. She feels like she has stepped into a dream.

As Kaillas leads her toward the arch, her heart swells with emotion. She can't believe the effort he has put into this. And when he goes down on one knee, her eyes fill with tears of joy. “Kaillas….." she whispers, her voice trembling with emotion, realizing what he’s doing.

(Omg this is like the sweetest shit ever lol)

(Hehehe did you suspect??)

Kaillas pulled a ring box out of his jacket pocket that he had tried so hard to conceal it during their night. And seeing as how she hadn't mentioned anything, he assumed he had succeeded. He opened the box and revealed the ring. Despite the grand gestures around them, the ring was quite simple, and dainty. It was a thing gold band with three gemstones. A small, square-cut light blue sapphire, and two complimenting diamonds.

He had been working on the design of the ring for weeks, playing around with different designs and cuts and gems. He wanted it to be perfect. He needed it to be perfect, for she deserved nothing less. The ring had been designed by a famous jeweler outside of Vaeril. It was the very maker of his mother's favorite jewelry. He knew there was no one else who could get it right.

He didn't think he was breathing. Not as he looked up at her. "I was never able to give you the proposal you deserved. I hope to fix that tonight." He cleared his throat. Was it hot? He felt hot, despite the autumn approaching and the cool night's breeze. "I have only known you for a short time but I have never been so sure of something in my life. You are amazing. You're empathy towards others. Your willingness to help and care for others. You are strong and stubborn and wonderful.

"You are the light of my life. I was lost in the dark before you lit the way and brought me back. I need you. I need you like I need air to breathe. I love you and I want to spend the rest of my life with you. Ophelia Lacerta, will you marry me?" Again.

(I had an inkling with all of the talk about nerves but your last few posts solidified it. The execution is absolutely precious tho!)

Ophelia's breath catches in her throat as Kaillas unveils the ring, and her eyes fixate on the simple yet elegant band adorned with a square-cut light blue sapphire and two delicate diamonds. It's a breathtaking piece, and she's overwhelmed by the depth of thought and love he put into selecting it.

As Kaillas begins his heartfelt speech, her emotions intensify. His words, filled with admiration and warmth, touch her heart deeply. She can hardly believe that she is here, in this moment, with the man who has brought so much happiness into her life. Their relationship started off tense and rocky and yet here she is, about to sob as she listens to his sweet words. She never thought it to be possible to love someone this much.

Tears of joy begin to well in her eyes as he finishes speaking and pops the life-changing question once more. She is rendered momentarily speechless, her heart pounding loudly in her chest.

"Kaillas," she whispers, her voice quivering with emotion. "I… I don't know what to say. You've already brought so much light into my life, and I love you more than words can express." Her voice grows stronger as she continues, "Yes, a thousand times yes. I will marry you, Kaillas. I want to spend the rest of my life with you, lighting up each other's worlds."

Overwhelmed by the depth of her feelings, she extends her hand toward him, tears of happiness streaming down her cheeks. A radiant smile graces her lips, and she knows that this moment, surrounded by the beauty of the night and Kaillas's unwavering love, will forever be etched in her heart.

(I wanted to be like, discrete and then I like, wellllllll, he's nervous. I gotta make sure he's nervous XD)

Kaillas grew nervous with the silence. He had finished his well-rehearsed speech and was gifted with silence. And even worse, there were tears in her eyes. Tear! Those were never a good sign, were they not? He shifted unsteadily in his kneeling position, his hands suddenly very slick with sweat. What did he do now? Was this a rejection? He wasn't sure how he would handle that. It would be awkward given that they were already married. They couldn't really be unmarried.

And when she opened her mouth, he felt the impending doom that was to come. The rejection, the humiliation- Wait, what? He wasn't breathing, not as she was speaking. Not as she was saying yes. Not as she was saying that she loved him too. His heart was soaring and his ears were ringing. He almost couldn't believe it. He was, well, Kaillas. And he was difficult and stubborn and stuck in his head. He was hard to work with. A pain in the ass more like. And no one had ever loved him. Not like this before. He believed himself incapable of love, of being loved.

As she extended her hand towards him, he slipped off her first marital ring. A ring that symbolized this arrangement and their forced marriages. He wanted to replace it with a symbol of their love. His lip was quivering as he slipped the new ring on her finger, a perfect fit. He placed the old ring in the box and slipped it back into his coat.

As he stood, he pulled her into his arms, crushing her to his chest and kissing her. He tasted salt on her lips, whether it was from her tears or his own, he didn't know. Because he was crying. Once the first one had escaped from his eyes, the rest had followed. There was no stopping it. Not as she wore his ring and had proclaimed her love for him.

(It was so freaking sweet I was melting XD)

Ophelia's heart skips a beat as she sees the anxiety flash across Kaillas's face during the brief silence that follows her response. She can't bear the thought of him feeling rejected or humiliated after this grand gesture.

But when she sees the emotions flicker in his eyes—a mixture of surprise, joy, and relief—she realizes that she has made him happy, and that's all she ever wanted. It's incredible how they have both managed to find love and happiness in a situation that had started out as a mere political arrangement.

As Kaillas takes off the old marital ring and replaces it with the new one, her heart swells with love and gratitude. The symbolism of this exchange touches her deeply, and she knows that this new ring represents the true love they have found in each other.

When Kaillas pulls her into his arms and kisses her, she responds with all the love and passion she feels for him. Their tears mingle, and she holds him tightly, never wanting to let go. She has never been happier than in this moment, with Kaillas by her side.

Breaking the kiss, she looks into his eyes, her own glistening with tears of happiness. "I love you so much, Kaillas," she whispers, her voice filled with emotion. "I'm so grateful to have you in my life, and I can't wait to spend the rest of our lives together." She leans in and kisses him again, sealing their love and commitment under the starry night sky.

(Me too XD Unfortunately, I'm in class so I keep looking over my shoulder wondering if anyone is watching me XD)

Kaillas placed one hand on the back of her head, his hand tangling in her hair. He didn't particularly care if he ruined it. It would get ruined shortly when he took her to bed. It didn't really matter to him if he did it now or later. He didn't plan on running into anyone from here to their bedroom. And if there was anyone in the halls, he doubted they would be their main concern.

He looked down at her, his crying intensifying as she spoke once more. He didn't know what he had done for this perfect woman to fall right into his lap. But he knew one thing for sure, he was never fucking this up. She was his now, for the rest of their days. And even in death, she couldn't be rid of him. He was never letting her go.

"I love you," he murmured against her lips. "From this day until my last, you are mine." He tilted her head back as they kissed once more. If her gown would allow him, he would have pulled her closer. Unfortunately, there was only so close he could get due to the tangle of layers. It would come off soon enough, he was in no hurry.

He had told her of his love. Now he planned to show her his love. But for now, he wanted to kiss her under the glistening moon as she shined just like one of the stars that belonged alongside it. His beautiful wife.

The content of their second wedding would be wholly up to her. Neither of them had much choice in their first. This second one would be up to her. When and where and who attended. Anything she wanted was hers, nothing was too expensive. But knowing his wife, it would likely be a small affair and he was perfectly happy with that.

(Thankfully I just got home from work so I don't have to be paranoid anymore XD)

Ophelia feels a shiver of emotion surge through her as Kaillas' hand finds its place in her hair, his fingers entangled in the strands. Good lord, even in the most tender of moments this man finds a way to drive her wild, something she greatly enjoys. She can't help but smile through her tears, her heart pounding in her chest as she gazes up at the man who has captured her heart so completely. She never imagined she could find someone who would make her feel this cherished, this adored.

As Kaillas speaks, his voice quivering with emotion, her heart melts even further. She can hardly believe the depth of his love for her, the intensity of the connection they share. It's a love she's dreamed of but never truly believed could be hers. Her own tears mingle with his as they kiss, and she holds onto him as tightly as her gown allows, longing to be as close to him as humanly possible.

The moonlight bathes them in its gentle glow, casting a romantic aura over the moment. She can't help but feel like the luckiest woman in the world, and she's overwhelmed with gratitude for this second chance at happiness. She knows that whatever the future holds, as long as she has Kaillas by her side, she has everything she needs.

At the thought of second wedding, Ophelia's heart flutters with excitement. She never thought she'd have the opportunity to plan her own wedding, and the fact that Kaillas is willing to give her complete control warms her heart even more. She knows it won't be a grand affair, but it will be perfect in its simplicity, a celebration of their love and commitment to each other.

Kaillas finally parted from their kiss, placing his hands on her cheeks and gently wiping away the tears. He swiped his thumbs under eyes, clearing them way before they had a chance to fall. He leaned forward and kissed her forehead before leaning back. "Look at you, my radiant star. I am unworthy to be in your presence and yet you have chosen me. I will spend the rest of my life trying to be worthy of this gift."

Because that was what she was, a gift. Her family had never seen exactly how special she was, but he did. He saw what an amazing woman she was. Her care for those less fortunate than her was but one example. He had seen many "care" for the less fortunate, but it was all a game to gain popularity over the people. Ophelia didn't care if anyone was watching her while she cared for others.

He took a step back and bowed at the waist, extending a hand towards her. "My love, will you have this last dance with me?" There was no music but he needed none. Not when he had nothing but the stars as witnessed. He wanted to dance her one last time before the night came to an end and they retired to their room. One last dance where they danced among the stars.

Ophelia's heart swells with emotion as Kaillas tenderly wipes away her tears and kisses her forehead. His words make her feel like the most cherished and adored person in the world, and she can't help but smile through her lingering tears. She places her hand on his cheek, feeling the warmth of his skin beneath her touch, and says softly, "You are more than worthy, Kaillas. You are my heart's desire, and I choose you every day."

When he takes a step back and extends his hand, asking for one last dance, her heart flutters with delight. The absence of music doesn't matter; they have the celestial symphony of the stars above. She takes his hand gracefully and steps closer to him, resting her other hand on his shoulder as they begin to sway together under the night sky.

With a loving smile, she gazes into his eyes and says, "Of course, darling. I would dance with you for all eternity if I could. Tonight, let's dance among the stars, and let their light be our music." As they move together in a slow and intimate dance, she knows that she is luckiest woman in the world, knowing that she has found a love that is as boundless as the universe itself.

(Just got home from school. Also got a little rear-ended at a railroad crossing. No damage but it did freak me out.)

Kaillas certainly didn't feel worthy of her. He likely never would. There was too much blood stained on his hands. Too many ghosts he was fighting. He would never be worthy of her but damned if he wouldn't try. He would spend the rest of his days repenting his sins if it meant he might truly be worthy of her. He leaned into the hand she had placed on his cheek, his eyes closing as soaked in the moment.

As she took his hand, he pulled her close into his embrace. He placed one hand around her waist, his fingers clutching her tight. His lips brushed against the top of her head as he led her into a soft slow dance. They were swaying to the sound of the stars, moving in a slow circle. Their dance rarely had movement at all, and that was alright. He just wanted to be with her, to feel her.

He placed his cheek on the top of her head, eyes closing. He wanted to feel, rather than see. He wanted his senses to focus on the feel of her, the scent of her. He wanted his breaths to be only her. He wanted his touch to be nothing but where their skin met. He wanted to burn this moment into his memory so he never forgot. He wanted to be able to pluck this memory from his head and tell it to their children, daughters and sons, that this was how the love of their lives should be treated.

(Oh shit that’s scary!! I’m glad you’re okay!)

Ophelia revels in the warmth of Kaillas' embrace, her heart dancing to the rhythm of their slow, intimate connection. She rests her head against his chest, feeling the steady beat of his heart, a reassuring reminder that they're alive and together. She gazes up at the night sky, its vastness mirrored in the depth of her feelings for him. In this moment, it's as if the universe itself conspired to bring them here.

As they sway in their tender dance, she fingers trace delicate patterns on Kaillas' back, a silent promise of unwavering support. She knows that love isn't about perfection; it's about acceptance and growth. She believes in his capacity for change and redemption, just as she believes in the love they share.

Their connection transcends words, existing in the realm of shared breaths and the electricity of their touch. Her senses are overwhelmed by him—the softness of his hair under her fingertips, the scent of the forest that clings to his skin, and the way his breaths synchronize with hers. In this embrace, there's a timeless quality, as if the world has ceased to turn, and it's just the two of them.

As the night unfolds around them, she can't help but imagine a future with Kaillas, one where their love is a guiding light for their children. She cherishes this moment, hoping that it's the first of many chapters in their enduring love story. In the quiet of the night, she whispers words of love and encouragement to him, knowing that together, they can conquer any ghosts and find redemption in each other's arms.

(Yeah I'm good. Just a little freaked out XD)

Kaillas released a quiet breath, all his worries and tension leaving with it. There was nothing else here but them. There was no one to witness this union other than the stars themselves, and it seemed even they paused to watch. If only he could freeze time to stay right in this moment. He never wanted to leave it. His beautiful wife in his arms, dancing under the moon and stars, what more could he want in life? He had it all. And he would do everything in his power to keep her.

Her soothing touch calmed his soul. His skin tingled across his back where her fingers touched through the layers of clothing. He wished she were touching her bare skin but knew otherwise. At least not until they reached the comfort of their room.

Time was but an illusion as the night went on. If not for the moon, he would have thought they had been out there for hours. Perhaps he almost wished they had been. But the night would have to come to an end sooner or later. But not just yet. He wasn't finished with this dance. They still had the grand finale left.

Taking her hand, he spun and spun and spun her until she became one with the stars, only to bring her back down to earth and back down to her. Dipping her, he kissed her once more. A proclamation of his love to her. And as they uprighted themselves, he said,"Are you ready for bed, love?" And his words suggested they would be doing anything but.

(Yeah, I bet! That’s some Final Destination crap right there XD)

Ophelia's heart sings as Kaillas releases his worries into the night air. Their world narrows down to this sacred space, where only their love and the celestial heavens bear witness. The stars seem to twinkle in approval, a cosmic audience to their love story. Time feels like an afterthought; in this moment, it's as if it stretches on forever, and she wishes for nothing more than to be ensnared by it.

His touch, even through layers of fabric, ignites a gentle fire within her. She longs for the warmth of their private sanctuary, where they can shed the trappings of the world and be truly vulnerable with each other. But for now, this stolen moment under the moon's tender gaze is perfection itself.

As they continue to dance, the night enfolds them in its embrace. Every step, every twirl, is a testament to their shared connection, a dance of souls bound by an unbreakable bond. When Kaillas spins her into the starry abyss and then draws her close, she feels like she's floating in a dreamscape, her heart echoing his proclamation of love.

Her heart races with exhilaration as Kaillas twirls her among the stars. In that dizzying moment, she feels weightless, as if she truly has become one with the celestial bodies above. When he brings her back down to earth and seals it with a kiss, her heart flutters with love and desire.

“Very much so,” She murmurs in agreement, her thumb gently stroking his cheek.

Kaillas gazed upon Ophelia with a lover's gaze. He captured the hand that touched his cheek, nibbling on the pad of her thumb before pressing a soft kiss to it. Just a taste of the night that was to come. His gaze of love turned to one of passion and heat.

They had the whole night ahead of them. With the court likely hungover the next morning, there was of little consequence should they sleep in and spend the day to themselves. Besides, she had a mountain of gifts to go through, and his own to share with her. Something that wasn't quite as easy to package up and place on a table. He did hope she liked it, but if she was overjoyed with this, he had nothing to fear.

"Then come, my love, let us retire for the night." He took her hand in his, her left hand, and led her back into the palace. His thumb grazed across the ring he had bestowed on her finger, as if trying to remind himself that this was real. The ring was real. She was real. She loved him. He didn't think he would ever get used to that. Her love. He didn't want to get used to it. He wanted to feel this way every time he was reminded she loved him.

Through the halls and up the stairs, they finally made it to their rooms. They passed a few in the halls. A few maids scuttled about, preparing for their work the next day. And a few courtiers who had the same mind as Kaillas, only they hadn't quite made it to a bedroom yet. None he recognized nor cared too. He had one thing on his mind and he wouldn't stop until they were behind shut doors.

Kaillas gently shut the door behind them, locking them in their room. The only light provided was the beams from the moon that slipped through the curtains. It was all he needed. He didn't need candlelight or torches. The moon was enough. It granted him vision without lighting the whole room.

Ophelia's breath catches as Kaillas captures her hand and indulges in a playful nibble, igniting a fiery anticipation within her. The taste of what's to come leaves her yearning for more, her heart racing in sync with his newfound passion. One would think that they would be satisfied after their romp in the closet earlier but she simply can’t get enough of her husband.

Luckily, the majority of the court will be terribly hungover tomorrow which means they get the morning to themselves. Granted, some of that time will be spent with her opening the unnecessarily large mountain of gifts that have been given to her. The rest of the time….she gets Kaillas all to herself.

As they make their way back into the palace, she walks alongside him, their fingers interlocked. The ring on her finger, a symbol of their love and commitment, reminds her that this love is indeed real. Her gaze often shifts from the ring to Kaillas, a silent affirmation of the depth of her affection for him. This all feels so surreal. The proposal was so sweet and special. She’ll remember that moment for the rest of her life.

Passing by the busy maids and courtiers, she bites back a laugh. It seems as though several others have the same idea as them, though they appear to be the only ones not stumbling around drunk in their haste. Kaillas's determination to reach their room is exciting. She loves it when he gets impatient like this.

Once safely behind the door, the moonlight casts a soft, ethereal glow, revealing the contours of their bedroom. She turns to look at him when she hears the lock clicking into place.