Marriage. He never thought he would be married so quickly. But when your mother was Morrigan...he didn't have a choice in the matter. It was all for political moves and alliances. At least it was with someone he knew...or well used to knew? He hadn't seen Jean in over 5 years. He had been away for some time dealing with dark spawn. What a welcome present he thought to himself as he stared at himself in a mirror. Servants and tailors continued to work around him, making sure the wedding outfit was perfect. The colors of black and red flourished around him. Around his neck, there were black feathers to represent his mother. Several silver chains as accessories paired within his robes. Kieran didn't care for the dress up but it was the wedding day and Orlaisians needed to have something to talk about. Kieran could only imagine the words and whispers that would be made at court if he showed up in just regular robes. After a time, Kieran could see people mingling and eating food. He walked to a corner to look out a window. The sun was shining and the sky was beautiful.
Kieran had grown a few inches and his build increased with some muscle. Along his entire body were tattoos, some magical and some for show. All relating to something in his life. Though being covered up, Jean wouldn't notice the tattoos until after the wedding or at least when they went to bed. That conversation was going to be awkward. Do they try to have sex? Awkwardly make out? Who is on top? Who is on the bottom? The anxious feeling of just everything about today was beginning to sink in. He could feel the dread swing its claws into his chest. His heart began to beat faster and faster. His eyesight began to feel slightly blurry until he heard someone's voice. Jeans.
Turning toward the voice, he saw his friend....Jean....the prince...husband to be. With a quick breath, his eyes connected with Jeans. "[color=#005dc2]More just told that this was happening...wasn't much of an option to be forced. It was just a matter of fact...." [/color]
Kieran eyes lingered on Jean. Evaluating him. It had been 5 years. The prince was already attractive when they were younger but even now he felt the prince had a glow up. Red checks emerged on his face. [color=#005dc2]"You look good...handsome...um I..uhhh I'm sorry I didn't return your letters...I could blame it on the war but I should have been a better friend. I got wrapped up in the war and I wasn't in a great place..." [/color]Kieran's face faded from his red embarrassed face to guilt.
Kieran had grown a few inches and his build increased with some muscle. Along his entire body were tattoos, some magical and some for show. All relating to something in his life. Though being covered up, Jean wouldn't notice the tattoos until after the wedding or at least when they went to bed. That conversation was going to be awkward. Do they try to have sex? Awkwardly make out? Who is on top? Who is on the bottom? The anxious feeling of just everything about today was beginning to sink in. He could feel the dread swing its claws into his chest. His heart began to beat faster and faster. His eyesight began to feel slightly blurry until he heard someone's voice. Jeans.
Turning toward the voice, he saw his friend....Jean....the prince...husband to be. With a quick breath, his eyes connected with Jeans. "[color=#005dc2]More just told that this was happening...wasn't much of an option to be forced. It was just a matter of fact...." [/color]
Kieran eyes lingered on Jean. Evaluating him. It had been 5 years. The prince was already attractive when they were younger but even now he felt the prince had a glow up. Red checks emerged on his face. [color=#005dc2]"You look good...handsome...um I..uhhh I'm sorry I didn't return your letters...I could blame it on the war but I should have been a better friend. I got wrapped up in the war and I wasn't in a great place..." [/color]Kieran's face faded from his red embarrassed face to guilt.
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