All been arranged

[atyourservices]

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?

Comments

[chariotry]

[ Cute.... ]

Are you ... naked under there?

[martyrium]

[ WHAT KIND OF A QUESTION IS THAT!! ]

You told me to undress completely. [ duh??? he just followed instructions?

maybe it's good that his hands are occupied, though, because achilles' is making a very punchable expression right about now. regardless, arthur moves in his direction hesitantly, passing him by without making eye contact.

or any sort of contact.

he's definitely not tempted to stare at his chest. ]

[chariotry]

[ Is he shy? He'd been told about the Britains and their modesty, but it's still a little alarming.

How is he even real... He's cuter than most girls living in this palace or any young man who's shied away from his gaze. ]

And still you're not yet nude. [ A bit of a laugh as he sheds the rest of his clothes, unashamed... ] You'll have to wait for me. Otherwise, you might get lost with only a cape to cover yourself with.

[martyrium]

[ all he ever sees are people in full suits of armor, or at least robes to cover themselves with completely. britain is cold; not to mention the people's mindsets are different entirely. all of that leads to arthur being very much unaccustomed to casual nudity, grimacing when he hears the rest of achilles' clothes fall to the floor.

indecent.......... nasty.................. ]

I'll disrobe properly when we're there. [ the other's words are more than enough to make him stop in his tracks, though, waiting for achilles to catch up without looking at him at all. ] ... you said it's not very far, right?

[chariotry]

[ The pads of his feet slap against the tile floor as he jogs up to meet Arthur in time before he can get out of his line of sight. He lets him walk further, before yanking a bit at his robe. ]

You just passed it. This way. [ Okay, so maybe that was intentional of him, but he's just teasing.

Also, careful Arthur, or else you'll get an eyeful. ]

[martyrium]

[ achilles yanking at his cape almost makes him lose his balance; he leans back, rocking on the heel of his foot before turning, managing to somehow end up looking... relatively graceful. ignore the fact that he almost just fell on his ass.

all the while, he makes sure not to look at achilles, acutely aware that he's... well, naked. sooner or later, he'll have to -- but the phrase 'take a bath together' haven't really set in just yet, not when he has no idea what's in store for him. at best, arthur assumes it's just taking baths at the same time.

which sort of makes sense, in his mind. they're supposed to sleep together; he's not going to enter someone else's bed dirty, that's just... bad manners. ]

Is that i -- [ he pauses, then, the sight of the actual bathroom making him stop in his tracks. it is a bathroom, right? it looks more like... a lake. an indoor lake? that's so fucking weird. greeks are so weird. ] ... what's this?

[chariotry]

[ Achilles has his arms crossed, but he isn't looking into the bath area. It's an enclosed area, with columns surrounding a steaming pool of clear water. Rose petals float over the surface and the aroma smells strongly of flowers and fruit.

He waits for Arthur to step in first. The last of the maids with a bucket of boiled water comes shuffling out of the room, bowing when she passes Achilles and murmuring something about the bath being hot enough now. ]

Are the fragrances not to your liking, my King?

[martyrium]

[ he's just a little stunned, don't mind him. it's understandable, considering back home, he's used to taking baths in... much different conditions. still, this is very far removed from 'not to his liking'? on the contrary, he enjoys both the sight and the scents, lured in by the sweet fragrances.

so he steps inside first, curiously, stopping on the very edge of the bath before glancing down at the water. there's so much of it... what a waste for just two people? still. ]

It appears to be more like a lake than a bath. [ ocean???????? ] I was simply caught off guard. This place is lovely, however.

[ is it nice enough to unburrito... maybe. the steam rising from the hot water certainly makes him want to, his hold on the cape relaxing. ]

[chariotry]

[ There is no door to shut, so he simply stands at the threshold, leaning against the frame of the entryway with his arms crossed. He's never invited a commoner that hadn't served under him to the bath before, so his reaction is unexpected but endearing. His eyes crease as he smiles, waiting for him to take the first step in. ]

We'll build one in your castle back in Britain.

[martyrium]

Hmm... Britain is quite cold. I'm not sure if it'd see much use.

[ it appears to be... out in the open, considering there's no door. it makes arthur hesitant, too, because what if someone sees him like this? after a moment of thought, he gives in -- the temptation to soak in the warm water is too hard to resist.

so he lets the cloak fall off his body slowly, shoulders and ears red with embarrassment. pls don't stare at his pasty ass too much.

not that he'd let achilles' gaze linger, anyway -- entering the bath and sitting down as soon as possible. yeah, that's much better. ]

[chariotry]

[ Of course he stares. Admiring the view of his slight frame and the way his waist tapers just above his pasty, pert ass. ]

That doesn't matter. We'll have boiled water ready at all times. [ He declares quite proudly, walking over to the edge of the pool with his hands framing his hips. ]

You can swim, can't you?