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Arranged Marriage Starters

She stared at him a bit nervously.

She was never meant to be in this position. Her parents promised her to the church and yet here she was, days after being told there was a change of plans and that she would be marrying him instead of her twin sister. Did he even know it was her instead of Karlie?

"I..." She didn't have a choice. It was her duty to marry him and...represent the family. But God, did he even know? "Did...did they tell you it would be me instead of my sister marrying you now? I'm Jalon, not Karlie. They told you, yes?"

She didn't want him in the dark; if he didn't know he was getting her instead of Karlie, then he needed to be told.

Subtle NS/FW

The gown was white, with a floor-length, brocade cape. The cape had golden fur around the edges, although Jalon wasn't sure what animal it came from. She thought he would go for her clothes first, instead the crown and hair piece were the first things Arthur removed. His touch was gentle as he carefully lifted the hair piece from her braided bun. Jalon's heart was racing, and her hands were gripping the edge of her cape to keep them from shaking.

Their wedding night, where they were supposed to consummate it. She knew where things went, but not much more than that. Did he know what he was doing?

She reached up and undid the clasp on her cape, letting it fall to the floor. Jalon offered a timid smile, telling herself to be confident.

Be brave. You can do this. It's just sex. It's not like you're going to war. And he's not forcing himself on you; he's taking his time.

She trusted him to be gentle with her, to be...not accommodating, but considerate might be a better word for it. He had been so far, so she doubted he was going to do anything terrible.

There was a silent question in his eyes when he leaned in, and Jalon nodded to him, moving to meet him part way. His kiss was just as gentle and sweet as their first kiss in the church during their wedding. It wasn't chadte, but it wasn't deep yet either. Color still bloomed across her cheeks and low in her belly, a welcome sensation.

@skyfiresmuses said: “i am that type of guy, where, when i walk in you go, that guy's pretty handsome.” from Anders

              Sun know what that felt like. The feeling when silence was safer than speaking. When you wouldn't — or couldn't — take the risk of someone using something against you. How long had she lived similarly? Letting people only see the surface and pretending there was nothing deeper than a traveling sell-sword for hire?

              How long had Sir Mordred felt this way himself?

              It was painful to see someone so young feel this way. To feel that they couldn't share their thoughts with those around him. She knew he had brothers, a family, but she did not know the dynamic within it. Did not know of what reason he would feel like it was better to be silent than to speak.

Trust. Tura wanted to spit at the word. She didn't.

"What else would you have me do?" The words bit out of her, all teeth. "Eamon wants him dead. This is the alternative. You want to stick your neck out for your friend, be my guest. After all that bullshit with the Urn, I'm ready to be done with this place."

She had the sinking suspicion that they'd all be engaging in some ridiculous rescue mission for Jowan soon enough. Fucking shems.

He clicked his beak at her, curious, with red and blue eyes taking in every inch of the stranger. His head straightened almost immediately, no longer tilted and turned to get a better look at her.

Not a threat.

His hand didn't drift to his sickle like he thought he may have to; there was no need for that here. Harmless, and certainly not undead.

Name: Ellana

Gender: she/her

General Appearance: dark, olive completion, not quite as tall as Arthur but taller than Jalon

Personality: energetic, gentle, vibrant, a little spoiled but not to the point of being obnoxious

Special Talents: good with a sword. She gave her father puppy eyes, wanting to learn how to use a sword and she got what she wanted.

Who they like better: she's a daddys girl through and through

Who they take after more: she has Arthur's looks and Jalon's love of nature and books