knitsock ([personal profile] knitsock) wrote in [community profile] bakerstreet2017-03-18 09:13 am
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Arranged Marriage (for real this time)

Marriage for love is a such a modern concept. In the past, marriage was
recognised as a social contract. Unions were entered into for many
reasons: to obtain property, to unite families, to carry on a bloodline,
et cetera. Whatever the reason, congratulations, you're getting married!



HOW IT WORKS:
❧ Post a comment with your character's name, canon, and any preferences.
❧ If there's a specific set of circumstances you like best, set the scene.
❧ Or leave your comment blank and let others use RNG to choose the scenario. Feel free to mix and match.
Please note the prompts below are merely suggestions and you're more than welcome to come up with your own situation.
❧ Have fun!


POSSIBLE REASONS FOR MARRIAGE:
① Station → You come from a royal, noble, or otherwise distinguished family who has chosen a suitable spouse for you.
② Feud → You are being married to put an end to the bitter enmity between your two families.
③ Economics → Your economic state and/or your station will improve through the union, though one of you may be marrying down.
④ Empire → You and your spouse are merging your businesses and/or property to create something more influential or profitable.
⑤ Tribute → You have been offered as a gift or appeasement, alternately you're the spoils of war.
⑥ Bloodline → Carrying on your distinguished family name has fallen to you and the equally well-bred spouse of your family's selection.
⑦ Disapproval → Your marriage has been arranged to keep you away from the person with whom you truly wish to be.

POSSIBLE SCENARIOS:
① First meeting → This is the very first time you're meeting your future spouse.
② Courtship → To get to know each other and encourage affection, your family has approved of you going on dates.
③ Engagement party → Be it a huge, formal affair or a small, intimate get together, you're celebrating (or pretending).
④ Wedding day → The big day!
⑤ Reception → The big party!
⑥ Wedding night → Every meme needs a smut prompt, right?
⑦ Honeymoon → Where will you go with your new spouse and what will you do there?
thequitecontrary: (black & white)

[personal profile] thequitecontrary 2017-03-19 10:28 pm (UTC)(link)
Fortunately, Mary liked music. She had a pleasant singing voice, the best one out of she and her sisters. That meant that she didn't have to learn an instrument, which she was rather grateful for.

His laugh was the best response she could hope for. Mary hoped that meant that he had a sense of humor and could take the fact that she was opinionated. Both of their lives would be miserable if he could not.

"Ah, I like to ride horses and I like to read." Upper class ladies didn't have a lot of hobbies. They were supposed to host tea parties and attend charity and social events and make sure that the help was doing what it was supposed to do around the house.

She went back to his previous statement about London. "Was that... strange? Performing at such a young age?"
18th_century_rockstar: (*explaining*)

[personal profile] 18th_century_rockstar 2017-03-21 06:47 pm (UTC)(link)
"I see Wolfgang replied and was slightly mad at himself for not finding any other answer. What should he say about how he likes to spend the time when he was not composing or having a concert? While he looked at Mary he thought that she, just like Constanze, wouldn't be fond of the fact that he liked to play cards. It was an old habit from his youth, and no one, from his father to Constanze had never appreciated the fact, that luck had always been on his side. Well, most of the time. Wolfgang saw nothing bad with a bit of gambling here and there. Afterall it was a fun way to get a bit of money.

"Did you had music afternoons too? When I was in London I have played on some, but not always alone but with my sister, Nannerl. Back then I was always played the violin and she played the piano. Speaking of Nannerl, you will meet her soon and I am sure you will like her. She is a sweet heart"

He made a short break before he continued "She was always so nervous when he had to play in front of others. I could never understand that. For me it was always fun and I liked to show the talent I have. Keep in mind I was an eight year old boy who saw this as a game, and not a fight for money to survive"

Out of the corner of his eye he saw that his father was about to close the conversation./Finally we can sit down. What is the use of having a conversation while you stand around in your hall as if you were on a market place?/ he was asking himself.

Leopold stepped forward, telling them that it was about time to go into the dinning room. They took their seat at the table and waited for the soup to be served.

The sudden silence at the table began to feel awkward and Wolfgang had a hard time not to utter a remark. He knew himself and his humor too good and he didn't want to give a wrong impression.
thequitecontrary: (over the shoulder)

[personal profile] thequitecontrary 2017-03-23 12:44 am (UTC)(link)
Mary actually did play cards and didn't mind a bit of wagering on it so long as it wasn't excessive.

"Not every day," Mary replied about music at the house. "But my sisters and I would perform sometimes. I sang, Edith played piano and Sybil played violin."

Her fiancee probably had hundreds of fascinating stories about performing for royalty across Europe. She knew that he was quite popular and famous. A man like that usually brought all sorts of women out of the woodwork. She hoped that he was not the type whose eyes - and hands - wandered.

Mary sat next to Wolfgang at the table, noting the awkward silence in the air. He looked like he was trying to hold himself back from saying something. "Your... house is quite lovely," Mary said to Leopold in an attempt to start polite conversation.
18th_century_rockstar: (*thinking* / *checking out*)

[personal profile] 18th_century_rockstar 2017-03-24 12:29 am (UTC)(link)
For the first time Wolfgang was all ears. At least his future wife would have some connection to music. He asked himself if she would be still interested in singing. After all he had already experience enough with being a teacher. Suddenly he remembered the times he wrote songs for Constanze's sister Aloysia who was now a local star in Vienna.

"I hope that one day you will sing something for me. Maybe I have something .. ehm fitting for you" While he smiled a bit helpless his inner self was glaring at him. Yes, he had to stop playing the musician who was too fond of himself. /Maybe she just thinks I was just searching for the right word. It might be an advantage, especially in situation like this, that I am not good at English. At least for the first time I can use this as excuse/ he talked to himself in his thoughts.
"I am writing a lot" he added

"Thank you. I am sure you will like it even more when you have seen the rest of the house" Leopold replied. Wolfgang ate the soup in silence, having the feeling that this would be the longest dinner he had attained in a while. Five people on a table on which should sit at least three more people: his sister with her husband and his beloved mother.

Like so many times in the last weeks Wolfgang asked himself if she had allowed this marriage but he was also asking himself, if she would have said yes, would she like his future wife? She made a nice impression. A bit cold but beautiful.

"After dinner I can show you the house. Only if you want. I can understand if you need some rest from your journey" Wolfgang said to Mary, unsure if he should already address her with her forename or not.
Wolfgang caught the approving look from his father, which he replied with a questioning look. For Mozart it was clear that this was what his father would have ordered him to do, once the dessert would be served. Since Wolfgang knew his father it was too easy to guess what he was up to and so be took a step forward so Leopold couldn't add another point to his score in this game.
thequitecontrary: (side)

[personal profile] thequitecontrary 2017-03-26 12:30 am (UTC)(link)
Against her will, Mary had blushed at his suggestion that he might have a piece of music for her. Her voice was pleasant, but she wasn't going to be on the wireless any time soon. The idea of someone so famous writing something for her was immensely flattering. Before she could respond, they were being called in to dinner.

Dinner itself was very formal, in the way that it is when the people at the table are essentially strangers. Any comfort Mary might have felt around her parents were diminished by the presence of Wolfgang and Leopold.

After dinner, Mary took Wolfgang up on his offer of a tour of the house. It would give her some time to speak with him, to maybe go over some of the more important aspects of a marriage. She hoped that they would be in agreement about at least some things. If not, her life might be miserable.

Mary slipped her hand into the crook of his elbow. "Pardon me if this is a stupid question, but is this your house or your father's?"
18th_century_rockstar: (*smile*)

[personal profile] 18th_century_rockstar 2017-04-01 01:05 pm (UTC)(link)
When the maid came to take away the empty soup bowl Wolfgang was relieved. A sign that time was slowly moving forward. He asked himself why urgent messages never came when you need them. He had never felt comfortable with being all serious and correct. If he would have wanted to cause some trouble all he had to do was mention some of these stories.
For some reason he thought that they would show that he was just a simple young man at heart, something the world didn't wanted to see in him.

He planned out which places he wanted to show Mary first. It should be something to impress her. At first he thought about either the library or the small art collection but that could wait. He hoped that he had made the right decision, when an unexpected touch brough him back to the here and now.

"It is my father's house. He worked hard to build it" was all he was able to answer. How many times had his father told him how he had made a fortune as famous Kapellmeister and teacher. He had even wrote a book about the right way to teach the violin. The book got translated in many languages and is widely known as standard reference for everyone who is going to teach music.

One day it would be his house. A house which has too many rooms and where he often had the feeling that he was lost. Even back in the days when his sister and his mother had lived here. That wasn't the feeling of freedom he wanted to expire.

"You told me one of your sisters plays the violin. Can it be that the teacher had used the book my father wrote to teach her play the violin?" Mozart asked interested. He knew that his father's book has gotten translated into French and Dutch as soon as it got published Maybe English was one of the other languages.

Leopold looked perplexed at his son. He was irritated that son his mentioned his book. He never told Wolfgang that he and his sister had been the reasons why he even wrote that book. Leopold had taught both of his talented kids and wanted to share his methods with the other music teachers.