[ A slight come down for Atlantis, yes, to have a surface-bred aristocratic queen consort instead of royal, but she breathed water and brought a potentially valuable alliance against humans. Even if she had been raised among them and had their blood running through her veins, she wasn't all human so their children wouldn't be like his brother. And that was enough for Orm.
Orm, dressed in gold and purple armor, his crown across his brow, watches the procession, assessing both the attendants who would stay and those who only arrived for the ceremony, then his future bride as she approached, his light eyes focusing on her, a slight question in the back of his mind of exactly who he was marrying really was sparked by glimpses of not quite human.
Her hand's warm, compared to his, but the water's cold down here in Atlantis. He smiles, practiced, with a tiny hint of warmth in his eyes. He can't afford to show much more to her in public, surrounded as they were by the eyes of the Court. They had sharp eyes, here in the depths of the oceans. His fingers squeezed hers, then they turned to the priest and spoke the ancient words that bound them as husband and wife. The rest of the day was a blur of faces and words, the celebrations not quite memorable enough in the moment. The memories would return, much like the tides did.
That evening in their rooms (a change from just his rooms, since now she had the half of the suite that used to be his mother's), Orm prowled the sitting room, his crown whisked to the vault where the royal jewels were kept, his cape tossed over a chair for his valet to find in the morning.
He looked over at Gwen and tilted his head before settling down in a chair, his eyes watching her movements. He knew his duty. Breed heirs on his queen. Sons preferably. Daughters for alliances. Don't parade mistresses in court. But he also knew the worst betrayal would be by the closest person to him, and right now, that was Gwen. He didn't have enough information to know if he could trust her. He shifted in the chair, leaning forward as he looked straight at Gwen. ]
A question for you. They weren't very interested in giving me a straight answer during the negotiations. Typical for a deal with the fair folk, I'm told. But I know you are not completely human, yet raised as one. So how exactly are you related to Koschei?
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Orm, dressed in gold and purple armor, his crown across his brow, watches the procession, assessing both the attendants who would stay and those who only arrived for the ceremony, then his future bride as she approached, his light eyes focusing on her, a slight question in the back of his mind of exactly who he was marrying really was sparked by glimpses of not quite human.
Her hand's warm, compared to his, but the water's cold down here in Atlantis. He smiles, practiced, with a tiny hint of warmth in his eyes. He can't afford to show much more to her in public, surrounded as they were by the eyes of the Court. They had sharp eyes, here in the depths of the oceans. His fingers squeezed hers, then they turned to the priest and spoke the ancient words that bound them as husband and wife. The rest of the day was a blur of faces and words, the celebrations not quite memorable enough in the moment. The memories would return, much like the tides did.
That evening in their rooms (a change from just his rooms, since now she had the half of the suite that used to be his mother's), Orm prowled the sitting room, his crown whisked to the vault where the royal jewels were kept, his cape tossed over a chair for his valet to find in the morning.
He looked over at Gwen and tilted his head before settling down in a chair, his eyes watching her movements. He knew his duty. Breed heirs on his queen. Sons preferably. Daughters for alliances. Don't parade mistresses in court. But he also knew the worst betrayal would be by the closest person to him, and right now, that was Gwen. He didn't have enough information to know if he could trust her. He shifted in the chair, leaning forward as he looked straight at Gwen. ]
A question for you. They weren't very interested in giving me a straight answer during the negotiations. Typical for a deal with the fair folk, I'm told. But I know you are not completely human, yet raised as one. So how exactly are you related to Koschei?