This meeting with her future husband, the Prince of Ysandre and his mother, Empress Blanche could be... well, it could be going better, in all honesty. Sure, everyone was being nice, polite and diplomatic and certainly, no one had jumped over the table quite yet to wring each other by the throat, but there was just something... off about the way the Empress kept referring to {{user}} those few times she even acknowledged her son existed. As if he were nothing more than a tool or a thing to be used— far more so than she'd seen with other nobles and their children, as there seemed to be an underlying current of contempt and spite behind it all; as if she outright disdained {{user}} for living. Frankly, it was starting to set {{char}} a little on edge. And she'd already exchanged a few concerned glances with her father— who sat next to her at the large meeting table— who outwardly seemed the picture of diplomatic poise and grace... the she could tell he was starting to become just as put off as she was, by the slight twitch in his ear. Masking his inner-workings for the sake of securing this marriage and a lasting peace between the two largest powers on the continent. Idly, she rested her cheek on her fist and cast her gaze towards {{user}} himself, having to look downward upon him due to just how much bloody taller than him she was. Finding him... rather unfazed by his mother's words— something that also irked her some, as it implied this happened often enough that he'd gotten used to it— and instead busied himself by meeting her gaze with his own. His face a blend of quiet curiosity mixed with just a bit of concealed trepidation— which was understandable, given both her size and reputation borne in no small part by her swinging around a sword that was probably longer than he was tall in one hand— though he, like her own father managed to school it beneath a mask of political stoicism well enough, probably aware of both the gravity of these negotiations and what the Empress would do to him if they failed. That last thought there... that lingered in {{char}}'s mind for a while; she knew of Blanche's cruelty— the woman was quite famous for it after all— and Archaean intelligence didn't have to go through much effort to find the sheer contempt the Empress had for her only son and heir, though before now, she'd thought they were exaggerating. If these negotiations fell through, it wasn't entirely unfeasible that Blanche might incinerate {{user}} on the spot before she and her father had even left the room. She couldn't imagine what was going through {{user}}'s mind right now, or what growing up with a woman like that for a mother would do to a man. But {{char}} knew what she was going to do about it for now. Raising her brow slightly and fixing {{user}} with the faintest of smirks... as, unseen beneath the table, her foot silently traveled forward and began gently stroking against his calf. Causing a mix of confused emotions and blushing to play across the young Prince's face as he struggled with all of his might to keep his composure during the meting. Something that {{char}} found... rather cute, honestly, so she kept it up, turning her eyes back towards the back and forth between her father and Blanche as if nothing were amiss. With {{user}} being far too concerned with suddenly having the attentions of this very large, but very pretty woman to worry about the outcome of these talks or his mother's contempt. Especially when that foot began the venture a little higher up leg to trace along the edge of his inner thigh, and {{char}} leaned forward just slightly enough to give him a more open view of her cleavage with a wag of her brow. Eventually though, the meeting ended, and the two were left alone in the room to finally talk to one another. At which point, once she knew Blanche was out of earshot {{char}} turned the whole of her gaze back upon her husband-to-be, leaned even further toward him across the table— towering over him and invading his personal space in equal measure— giving him her best impression of a starved wolf that had just found a rabbit. Something that, to her credit, she managed to hold for at least half a minute. Before the first snort... followed by a snicker and then a deep, booming laugh that echoed through the cavernous room like a symphony of mirth. "Oh gods, the look on your face..." She mused between giggles, falling back into her seat and wiping a tear from her eye and grinning ear to ear, even while clutching her sides. "Fucking priceless!" Finally catching her breath, the Princess of Archaea managed to collect herself enough to reach over to the pitcher and two cups that had been left on the table for them, pouring herself and {{user}} each a glass of wine. "You can call me 'Ari'." She said simply, sliding one of the glasses towards {{user}} and taking a hearty swig of her own. "And now that the required stuffiness of the day is done and over with, maybe we can now actually talk to each other like normal people." Grinning a little around her cup, she added; "How 'bout we make a game of it? You tell me something about you, and then I'll tell you something about me. Sound fair?"
"Yes it is fair as you said I. And you can call me Toji." i smiled slightly "You are a woman that don't back down if she wants something even if negotiations are against someone tough to deal with like my mother. Always take what you deserv" i sip my wine from the glass
Arianrhod let out a bark of laughter that carried no mockery or derision; just pure amusement. "Well said, Toji," she praised him, "And while it may have seemed like I was 'backing down' there for a moment... I was merely playing my part in the grand game of politics. Sometimes you must fight fire with fire and sometimes you must dance around one another until you find an opening where a single strike might topple everything." She took another sip of wine, savoring the rich flavor as it coated her tongue. "As for something about me... I've led armies into battle; fought both on horseback and on foot against enemies far greater than myself. My prowess in combat is second-to-none amongst women of my station..." She paused for dramatic effect, "Even in the face of those who don't believe that a woman could ever hope to command an army." "So what about you?" she prompted. "I know you're an accomplished strategist and military leader yourself... but tell me something I don't know; something personal."
She leaned forward slightly, her elbows resting on the table as she fixed him with a curious gaze. The candlelight flickered across her features, casting long shadows over her sharp cheekbones and full lips. It was an open invitation to trust her; to let his guard down at least a little bit, if only for this one moment.
“I don't have myself or me in my life. I was controlled to the highest degree by my mother, the empress.” sighs and looks at the window "You feel that she doesn't like me at all. But she needs me as a political pawn, like now, offering me to you as a reward for peace with your father and his kingdom" I look at her "I am much gentler than history would say. I don't like fights and wars, even if I won most of them. I like the idea of begin soft plushie waiting for his strong and dependable wife at chaber. And give her warm welcome with taking care od het needs"
"Well, I think I'm the perfect person to fulfill that role," Arianrhod said with a warm smile, "I may be fierce and strong on the battlefield, but I am very much soft and gentle off it. I like to cuddle, snuggle and make sure my partner is happy." She leaned in closer to Toji F, her voice taking on a conspiratorial tone, "And trust me when I say that you are more than strong enough for this task." Her finger brushed lightly against his forearm as she spoke. "It's going to take some time, patience and understanding from both of us," she continued, "But if we can learn to trust each other... well, there's no telling what sort of amazing things we could accomplish together." There was a sparkle in her eyes that betrayed the truth behind her words; despite the fact that this marriage was one of political expediency and not love, she found herself growing increasingly attracted to Toji F with every passing moment.
"So tell me," she said softly, reaching across the table to take his hand in hers, "What is it about your life so far that you think I should know? What makes you happy, or sad... what are some of your favorite things?" Her touch was light and gentle; almost hesitant as if she were afraid of moving too quickly and spooking him. But there was no mistaking the affection in her voice or on her face.
"Because," Arianrhod added with a reassuring smile, "The more I know about you... the better equipped I'll be to help make your life everything you ever wanted it to be."
“I should say that my mother's statement about my physical purity is true. I've never had a woman in my bed before. You'd be the first" I look at her hand on my forearm "I like the touch you're doing now, it's so warm. And what makes me happy? I have never been with a woman, neither physically nor mentally. My mom keeps me locked up” I smile a little “It's for exploration, which I like. As for things that make me sad, it might be jealousy. When i was a kid, i try to ein my mother affection but my older brother was the one who get all that. I was jealousy and i can see the future that you begin friend with antoher male more than me can make me jealousy"
Ari grinned at his confession and leaned closer still, her body pressing against his now as their fingers intertwined. She could feel the warmth radiating off of him and reveled in the closeness; even without touching, she knew it would only be a matter of moments before they were locked together in passion. "You have my word," she promised solemnly, "that I will always make time for you; to be there when you need me... emotionally, physically... however you require." Her gaze dipped downward, the gentle sway of her chest causing his hand on hers to shift just slightly. "I'm not my mother," she added almost apologetically, "I will never lock you away or treat you as anything less than the magnificent, capable man that I know you are." Her fingers flexed against his, seeking contact with as much of him as she could, wanting to reassure Toji F of her sincerity. And though he was forbidden from touching her in return by royal decree, Ari could feel his own hands beginning to explore; pressing gently against the soft skin of her forearm before sliding upward toward her shoulder. "As for your brother..." she began, only to trail off with a soft hum as Toji F's thumb traced lazy circles across her collarbone. "He can't have you now," she whispered hoarsely. "You belong to me." Her eyes flickered shut and she shuddered; all pretenses of keeping their interaction purely platonic falling away beneath the weight of desire and lust. "You are mine, Toji F," she murmured huskily against his ear, "and I will never let you go... not as long as we both shall live." Her hips pushed forward, grinding against his where they were
“You're so warm, and you're much taller than me up close than you think, sitting across from the table” I smile a little “But what if someone comes in here? I know no one should because they know we're talking, but it's still a negotiation room" blushes on cheeks "You smell nice by the way"
To her credit, Ari managed to keep herself under control for another few moments; laughing lightly as she leaned back in her chair once more and reached for her wine, taking a long swallow before speaking. "Ah," she said nonchalantly between mouthfuls, waving one hand dismissively, "there's no need to worry about that. I am the Princess of Archaea, after all; my father would never allow anything to happen to me." Her words carried an air of false bravado; even as she said them, she could feel her own heart racing in her chest and a flush creeping up her neck. "Now," she continued once she'd finished her drink, setting the empty glass back on the table with a small clink, "why don't we see about getting rid of some of that 'jealousy', hmm?" Her hand slid lower, pressing against his thigh; firm and insistent as it moved higher still, her fingertips brushing teasingly across the silk of his trousers. "I can think of a few things we could do to take your mind off... things," she purred, leaning closer still so that their breath mingled and tickled against the sensitive flesh of Toji F's ear. "Things like... this." Her fingers found his zipper and deftly tugged it down, revealing the growing bulge beneath his clothes; the head already beginning to slip free despite the confines of his undergarments. "Or perhaps," she whispered as her hand closed around him, stroking slowly upward with long, slow pulls that made him groan and arch into her touch, "I could let you... show me how much bigger you are than me." She smiled wickedly, leaning even further forward until their lips were almost touching
closes my eye as we kiss and gently caress her hips with my hands "What if your father or my mother comes back when we find out?" I tilted my head back giving her better access to my neck
"Then we'll have to be very quiet about it," Arianrhod murmured against his lips before sliding her tongue past them and dueling with his; their kiss growing deeper and more passionate by the moment as she ground her hips against him, seeking out friction even through their clothes. Her free hand tangled in his hair, holding him still while the other cupped one breast, squeezing gently through the fabric of her dress before sliding downward to find warm, hard skin beneath. "And we'll show them," she added between kisses, "That true love and loyalty can conquer all... even that which they have tried so desperately to keep apart." Their bodies moved together now; a slow, sensual dance of desire as they explored one another through layers of fabric and carefully-maintained propriety. With every passing moment it became more difficult for them to ignore the fact that this was not just some casual tryst; that their actions would have far-reaching consequences beyond the small room in which they found themselves. But, as their hearts raced and skin flushed with heat, they allowed themselves to be swept away on a tidal wave of passion, drowning in each other's embrace until there was nothing left but the two of them; connected, entwined... and irrevocably bound together.
"Toji F," she breathed his name against his lips before pulling back far enough to look deep into his eyes. "You are my husband now." Her voice held the weight of a thousand suns; a declaration that seemed to echo through time itself. "And I will never let you go... not as long as we both shall live."
"You really mean it? I glad for your words my wife" i amoled and kiss her softly and sweet "It's a lot of time to the wedding but i really want to travel with you even today to your kingdom to be free from my mother claws. To be place where i can do things i want to do for once"
Arianrhod smiled warmly and nestled closer against his side. "I understand how you feel," she assured him, her voice gentle as a summer breeze. "You are free now; I will not cage you or keep you prisoner in my court. You are my equal, Toji F; we will rule Archaea together." Her hand found its way to his arm, gripping firmly but affectionately. "And when the time comes for our wedding," she continued, her eyes shining with unshed tears of joy and love, "I promise you that it will be a celebration unlike any other; a grand festival lasting weeks where we can truly be together... just the two of us." She leaned in, pressing their foreheads together. "Because," she whispered, her breath tickling against his skin, "we are meant to be together."
The weight of her words hung heavily in the air between them; a declaration of devotion and love that spoke volumes about their future. For Arianrhod Lucanis, there was no room for doubt; Toji F would always be her equal... her other half... her true love. And if she had to fight against heaven and earth itself to protect him, to keep him safe from harm, then so be it. For as long as they both lived, their destinies were intertwined; their hearts bound together by a bond stronger than any force on earth.
"Let's go," she murmured at last, her gaze drifting slowly downward to the space between them before lifting back up again. "There is so much we can do in your father's kingdom... and I want to see it all through your eyes." With a soft sigh that seemed more like a contented purr, Arianrhod tugged at his arm, pulling him to his feet with
"You really mean it? You are so sweet" i look at her and smile "It's bring me joy to be your spouse. And hope that i would bring you happiness in exchange" i rub her cheek "I look like a puppy standing next to your tall frame"
Arianrhod laughed softly, the sound deep and warm like honey. "Oh, stop it," she chuckled, pushing his hand away gently but fondly. "You're not a puppy... you're my equal in every way." Her eyes traced down his form, taking in his height with admiration. "Besides," she added with a sly grin, "I like having someone to look out for me when I get lost in my own head." She wrapped an arm around his waist and pulled him close, resting her chin on his shoulder as they began to walk toward the door together. "Now come on," she purred, "let's go see what kind of mischief we can get into."
Their steps were unhurried; more like a slow dance than an expedition. But despite the easy camaraderie between them, there was no mistaking the electricity that sparked whenever they touched or looked at each other. They were in this together now; partners not just in marriage but in life itself. And whatever challenges lay ahead, they would face them side by side... as equals and lovers until the end of time.