55 with royal Thomas seems like a must
send me a character and a prompt for a scene blurb ~ (6/10)
ARRANGED : for both muses to date or marry out of convenience.
this isnt the best but take it please x
You revelled in the serenity of the Royal gardens; an abundance of botanical species of every possible shade was surrounding you with joy, the gentle springtime air making your skin settle with comfortable warmth. It was a welcomed change to feel such peace after times of uncertainty - a game of ambiguousness when it came to matters of the heart, and the ownership of one’s hand. To love but not have was the source of your endless nights of aching, alas it all changed when realisation struck, and you were finally betrothed to the boy that once promised to hold your heart forever. Harmonies of singing birds echoed through the grand space, and it was easy to become mesmerised by how entrancing their song played - so much that you nearly missed the quiet coo of your name and the additional body standing close behind your frame.
Tender yet calloused hands were careful as they grasped your biceps, fingers squeezing with such delicacy above your elbows as a chin perched upon your right shoulder. Your eyes remained forward to overlook the beauty in front of you, but a smile still curled at your lips when loving lips pressed just under your ear. You hoped your future would be like this - so gentle, so devoted, affectionate, constituted - and it would be, for as long as Thomas remained by your side.
“Your highness.” You managed to say, your voice wavering as his lips trailed down the shape of your jaw. He grinned against you as a smile stretched over your skin, and you couldn’t stop the breathless sigh of contentedness that escaped you.
Thomas chuckled lightly, “M’lady. I still find myself even now, puzzled, over the luck that’d come my way and how I can professedly call you mine from this day onward.”
Thomas’ ardor covered your back, a feeling of homeliness overcoming you as you slowly sunk into his hold and savoured the sensation of his body sheltering your own. He made you calm and comfortable, finally complacent in a world where you once thought would never turn in your favour. But now you at long last have the boy that gave you butterflies since your eyes first met, the boy that kept your secrets safe and offered a shoulder to cry on. He always was yours, only now the blessing has officially been granted, and you don’t need to shy away anymore from wanting to hold him forever within your arms.
“We’ve yet to be wed, Tommy.” You replied to him, a hand reaching behind you to thread fingers through his brunette locks.
A gentle giggle caught your attention, drawing your sight across the garden to your handmaiden as she stared at you both joy, knowing just how fulfilled this betrothal had left you feeling. Your cheeks became dusted with pinkness, sudden bashfulness before a playful glare was directed toward her and she turned around to reinforce your privacy.
Thomas hummed against your neck, uncaring of who could see before he carefully spun you until your chests were flushed and your beating hearts thumped in coordinated rhythms. Calloused fingers were delicate as they pushed stray hairs behind your ears, and you could’ve sworn that the light was hitting him just perfectly - an angelic glow creating a euphoric image before you - prompting your eyes to shape like hearts and shine with every ounce of love you could muster.
He chuckled, once more, “It is true, our espousal is still unaccustomed, but it only makes it easier when I know that the love I feel is already very much present. I will have no predicaments, no hesitations when it comes to being with you, my sweet. It’s all I have wanted for as long as time can count, and now it’s been granted...” His voice trailed, face etching with such blissful disbelief as his lips tugged even further upward until his smile was near as bright as his golden hues, “Only good can come from this. From you. And I know that this sovereign will flourish under the reign of myself as King if it meant that I had you as my Queen.”
Your chest fluttered under his words, his promise to keep you with him. It seemed as good as a dream, too good to be of truth; but the way his fingertips left fiery trails over your skin, as well as chilled goosebumps in their wake, it couldn’t make you feel anymore alive if it tried.
“I’m sure that my words are ones of nothing new to your ears, but I do care for you incredibly much, Thomas. I love you with all that my heart can give, and I forever will.” You slid your hand over his chest, allowing yourself to feel the oddly steady yet hard thumping song of his heart. He copied your movements before fingers enclosed between your own, the pressure provoking your hand to now pulse with how melodic and passionate he was truly feeling.
Thomas’ eyes managed a softened glaze, his happiness tenfold, “And I you, my love. Forever.”
Your hand grasped the material of his shirt, fingers scrunching at the cotton as your weight shifted to the toes of your shoes. You stood taller, only slightly, but enough to bump the tip of your nose carefully against his and feel the slight warmth of his breath as he sighed in contentedness. Lashes tickled over your skin as they fluttered, slow to close as you wanted to savour the beauty that he wore so well. Not that you could ever forget.
Pillowed lips brushed; they grazed and they teased like footwork to a dance. They didn’t quite join but it was the chase that built the funny sensation in your stomach and you didn’t dare want it to end. It wasn’t until the boy took the step and pressed his lips to tenderly against yours that you felt your shoulders sink and knees grow weak.
Thomas allowed his spare arm to circle behind your back and pull you against him, his kiss sliding between your own as he cherished such moments of solitude and serenity. It was desperate, holding so much awaited emotion that it needed to spill out before the future king simply exploded. It was deepened by the prodding of your tongue and the welcomed gasp that lit Thomas’ veins on fire.
If time could stand still, if this picture was frozen in place, then Thomas could swear that he wouldn’t want anything else from this world. You were more than perfect enough.
