“Yes, father. I think Damian is charming. He should make a good king.” She smiled a bit. I mustn’t let him know that I actually like Damian yet… he’ll just say ‘I told you so’ and get terribly annoying. “What do you think? I know you were the one who ‘picked him out’ for lack of better words, but you haven’t really formally met.”
"I understand. Unlike me she is still young and had her whole life ahead of her still." Damian knew he would get married soon. It was a surprise that he lasted till twenty. "You raised her well though. She'll make a great Queen." Damian was a good few feet taller then the Queen and had to look down to meet her eyes and talked to her, which felt wrong. "I'm sorry you had to give your little girl away so early."
(@SwimwithGamers do you wanna have our characters interact? Cause… yeah.)
(I'm down for that. Marcus is on gate duty, perhaps at the reception hall to make sure no one who isn't supposed to be there gets in?)
(Yee that works lemme just - )
Feeling uncomfortable with the amount of people in the room, Georgiana left to get some fresh air.
"Yes, well, that was mostly your mother." Caspian chuckled, then spun Savannah. "Don't tell him I said this…actually, do, if you want, but Damian wasn't who I was going to pick first. He is older than you, but still young, and quite resourceful. There was another just like him, only closer to your age. I thought he'd be a better choice, but your mother did not; she said that you wouldn't like him, and though neither of us were very keen on having you marry an adult, Damian did seem much more…tolerable." He had a look on his face, as if the subject brought a bad taste to his mouth. "I'm sure if I took the time to get to know him better, I'd see whatever your mother saw in him, but he is now married to my little girl."
Lillian hummed to herself for a moment. "As I said, it had to be done. I know she'll be okay; I've taught her to do the very best that she can, and she will until she can do no more." The queen locked eyes with the prince, giving him a half playful-half serious look. "You had better take care of my daughter, Damian."
Marcus glanced discreetly over when he saw someone leaving the reception. It seems Georgiana isn't in the mood for large crowds. He smiled to himself.
"Did you enjoy the party?" He asked, trying to catch her off guard.
“Damian’s brother… Damian told me he was wondering why his parents didn’t send his brother instead, since he was closer to my age. I suppose that explains it, doesn’t it? Although, I do respect your choice, of course.” Savannah looked out over the ground, folding her hands together neatly. “It looks like mother is talking to him.”
Georgiana jumped at the sudden noise, relaxing a bit when she realized who it was. "I suppose," she said, rubbing her arms.
Marcus turned in her direction.
"Well, I know I get off soon; perhaps we could enjoy ourselves as we did at the ball?"
Georgiana smiled. "I could use someone to talk to."
Marcus leaned towards her slightly.
"You're not the only one." He winked.
Georgiana blushed slightly. "Wonderful."
(I might have to go soon so sorry in advance)
Getting down on one knee, he kissed the back of the Queen's hand to show respect. "With all my power I make sure she is happy and safe." As the song ended, Damian leads the Queen back to her seat. It was a nice conversation, and he hoped they could do that again. He would like more insight on why they picked him and not his younger brother. But for now, that could wait. He waited to the side for Savannah to come back over.
“Oh, I think they’re finished… farewell, father.” Savannah curtsied politely and stepped down off the podium, heading over to where Damian was. “So, how did it go? What did you two talk about?” Savannah grinned, standing in front of him. She was a little bit taller than her mother, but not but too much. Damian was still considerably taller than she was.
"Not much… Just about how amazing you are." He smiled and laid a hand on her head. Not meaning to be in a childish way, but more like a loving gesture. People slowly but surely started to say goodbye as they disappeared into the night. It was long and tiring night and all Damian wanted at this point was to sleep. "So how are you feeling after today?"
“Exhausted… it’s been a long day.” Savannah yawned and hugged Damian for a moment. “I suppose you’ll be staying here now, won’t you? I think my parents are expecting us to sleep together (not sex just sleeping in the same bed ooft), but if you’re not comfortable with that, I’m sure we can get another bed in my room.”
Damian hugged her back and laid his chin on her head. "Of course I'm staying. What kind of husband leaves his wife alone at night?" A soft laugh escaped his lips. He took a deep breath, just wanting to take in this moment. The empty room, with just them. No one watch or taking pictures, no one trying to talk or pull them away. It was just them. "This is nice. Just us in a quiet room."
“Mhmm… mother and father made the photographers leave at some point during the reception. It’s nice to not hear camera shutters every five seconds. Honestly, that sound haunts my dreams sometimes.” Savannah laughed a bit. “I’m not sure you know where my room is, do you? Come along, I’ll lead the way.” Savannah took Damian’s hand and led him to her room.
"Well?" Caspian said as Lillian sat beside him. The woman smiled as Savannah and Damian walked off. "He's a good man. He shows promise as a ruler, like our daughter, and they definitely have a connection unlike most betrothed. Savannah is in good hands." Caspian grunted and nodded, and Lillian grinned at him. "He's much like you, you know. Only, less snooty." The sudden scowl on the king's face was enough to send her into a burst of giggles, not much to the surprise of the nearby maids and butler. She covered her mouth and patted her husband's arm in a silent apology.
Damian followed behind, with a smile on his face. She was a wonderful girl, He only hoped she liked him as much as he liked her. He wasn't in love, but with Savannah, it might not be too hard to feel that way. When the doors opened to her room, Damian was expecting more of a… Girly feel, but it wasn't like that. it was more sophisticated than he thought. He just figured she was still young so she would still be, you know, young. Maybe he was connecting her to his sister or something. "Nice room you have." The thing that caught his eye was the bed. It was huge. Did she always sleep in a bed this big?
“Thanks. Make yourself at home, I’m going to go change.” Savannah grabbed a nightdress and went into the bathroom to change. She knew that she and Damian were married of course, but basically getting naked in front of him the first night of their marriage was a bit much in her mind. She came out a minute or two later in the nightdress and put her other clothes away. The nightdress was simple and white, but it flattered her figure nicely.
Damian's eyes looked at her when she walked out and for some reason, he averted his gaze. There was something that told him not to look to close. "Alright, my turn." He pushed himself from the bed and walked into the bathroom. As soon as the door closed he had a mini meltdown. When he looked in the mirror his face was red, and even with his tanned skin, you could see it. Changing into plain black shorts, he made sure the redness of his face went down. Usually, he slept without a shirt, because he got hot easily, but he figured he would wear one tonight. The only problem is, is that he left it in the room. He wanted to get it, but Savannah hasn't seen all his scars yet. It wasn't anything big, it's just from working on the farm, but still, most girls would be turned off by it. "Well, she's going to see one day." Slowly he opened the door and walked out. Now Damian was on good shape because of how he loved physical labor. "Ah, Sorry. Just came for my shirt." He grabbed a matching black t-shirt and put it on.
Savannah was sitting on the bed when Damian came out, and she looked up at him when he did. A faint, but noticeable, pink tint rose to her cheeks when she saw him shirtless, but she soon looked away shyly. I never really noticed how attractive he is… I can understand why Seirra likes him. I’m glad she got to come to the wedding. “W-Well, it’s time for bed now… it’s very late.” Savannah cleared her throat quietly and slipped under the covers.
Damian did the same. There was an awkward amount of space between them, for being a married couple. Damian was debating if he should move closer, but he didn't want to make her uncomfortable, so he stayed where he was at. Closing his eyes he took a deep breath and pictured how happy his parents will look when they see him again. It's been about six months since he ran away. Both his sister and brother probably grown so much already.
After a little while, Savannah finally managed to fall asleep. She ended up moving closer to Damian in her sleep until they were touching and sighed softly. She was clearly still asleep, as her breathing was slow and she seemed more relaxed than usual, but her subconscious self seemed to like someone else being there.
On the other hand, Damian couldn't sleep. When Savannah got closer, heat rose up and his heart was pounding. He wanted to act like a married couple, but the fact they didn't actually love each other made things a bit more difficult. "Sleep, sleep." He closed his eyes and whispered to himself. Eventually in the night he had fallen asleep.
(Tiiiiime skip)
Savannah woke up in the morning and it took her a moment to realize how close she was to Damian. She quickly moved away and got up, rifling through her closet to find something to wear. She found a casual dress to wear (https://www.formalapproach.com/ProductImages/faviana/2016/images-prom-dresses-faviana-s7815_front138-detail.jpg let's say it looks like this. Not exactly casual, but it is for her) and went into the bathroom to change in case Damian woke up.
Damian did wake up till moments later. Everything that happened yesterday was a lot. And it didn't help that Savannah's bed, was way to comfortable. It wasn't until the shades were opened that he woke up. The sun was not kind in the morning. A servant girl, stood there by the window with a box in hand, "Sir. Damian. Your clothes." She said it with a smile on her face, but he could tell she was uncomfortable. "Ah," Sitting up he stretched his tense muscles, "thank you." He stood and took the box. The girl bowed and quickly left. "I think I scare the staff here." He laughed and opened the box. The clothes were a little to fancy for his taste, but he wasn't going to complain.
Savannah came out of the bathroom all fixed up, as usual. Her hair was brushed and cleaned, and she had her makeup on. "Oh, you're awake. How did you sleep?" She sat down on the edge of the bed, combing through her wavy auburn hair with her hands. Even just a few minutes after waking up, she looked lovely.