Watching as the room slowly filled with people, Xerxes gaze never lingered one one for too long. He was seated in a golden throne, adorned with gems that pressed into his bare back. His chin rested in his hand, waiting for the time when he would see his soon to be Queen. He could hear the people whispering amongst themselves, snippets of conversation reaching his ears. The topics mainly revolved around the age and appearance of the Princess but Xerxes shut them out; nothing was too good for the God-King, not even this jewel. He allowed his eyes to roam the hall which he had instructed his servants to prepare. Lavish trails of mountainous flowers were hung around the room, giving off a faint but pleasant aroma. Tapestries covered the walls, displaying battles fought and other memorable moments through out the King's life. He took pride in the fact that all in this room could see that their King was of right mind and body to fulfill such acts.<br/><br/>Soon the hour drew near when the King would finally get to lay eyes on his Queen. He summoned one of his men and whispered in his ear to open the doors that blocked his view of the dazzling beauty. A hush fell over the gathered crowd as, slowly, the Princess made her appearance. Xerxes stood, followed by the rest of the room. Hungry eyes sauntered down her body, taking in the sun kissed skin, the bright green of her eyes. They lingered on her full lips a moment or two as Xerxes imagined kissing them, feeling the softness. His eyes traveled lower as she made her way down the aisle; he fixed his gaze upon the shape of her breasts, his hands longing to handle them, to touch and to feel. The God-King could feel her eyes on his body as well, aware of being nearly exposed with his limited wardrobe. Xerxes believed in honest exposure, what you see is what you get. None of this flaunting materials that only served to cover the power of the body.<br/><br/>When the Princess reached the short set of stairs that separated him from the rest of the room, Xerxes pulled his gaze to her face. The God-King stood before his beauty, dark eyes meeting green as the priest began his talk.<span style="font-style: italic">"Until this day King Xerxes and Princess Nefertari -"</span>Xerxes listened to the words, this would never due, letting another make his claim on her. He raised one hand, stopping the priest before he could utter so much as one ore line of idle chatter.<span style="font-style: italic">"Yes, your grace?"</span>. As the priest registered what the King wanted he bowed his head and remained silent. Xerxes turned back to Nefertari, taking her hands in his own; he could feel the sweat that moistened the skin. Speaking to the crowd before him, Xerxes spoke, "By taking this hands of a women, I shall make her as my queen and watch her until my time. I shall kiss her as my words and promise." As soon as the words had left his mouth, Xerxes was leaning in to kiss his Princess, making her his Queen. His lips met hers, he could feel the smooth texture of them until he regretfully ended it. Standing straight once more, the King stood before a cheering crowd with his Queen by his side. He looked down at her. “Is something wrong? Are you not pleased to be the Queen along side my ruling?” A touch of annoyance found it's way into his voice. This should have been the best day of her life yet she looked as though it had been a mistake. Anyone would have thought it an honour to be joined to him, to be part of his ruling, to belong to him. A looked passed over his face, one of longing and of hunger. She belonged to him now.