Shackles of Love (Antone & AngelicGrace)
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				Title: <strong>Shackles of Love (Antone &amp; AngelicGrace)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Antone</strong> on <strong>15-02-2010, 10:44:04</strong>
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				&nbsp;Marriage. A holy union often looked forward to, when the joining of man and woman unite into what is recognized as a single entity. A couple. No longer their individual selves, but seen as a pair... Often, the happiest moment of most peoples lives...<br><br>&nbsp;Yeah Right.<br><br>&nbsp;Those last two thoughts passed clearly through Bael's mind as he stood in front of a mirror, what could only be classified as a scour curling the young man's lips, as he lifted a hand to try and loosen a too-tight necktie.<br><br>&nbsp;"Tell me again why I have to bloody well do this? I'm sure there's other men at this very wedding who wouldn't mind taking my place, getting married to that woman... I don't care if she is a princess... I've never even SEEN her! She could be the biggest hag in all the land for all I know..." and had only time to pass that last word from his lips before a loud *SMACK* was placed... quite squarely upon the back of his head, with almost enough force to send him careening into the standing mirror. A hand lifted to rub at the back of his head as he turned, and glared angrily at a man just as tall, though sporting a little more weight, as well as a good bit more age. "Dammit Dad! what the hell was that for!?" And took a hasty step backwards when his father lifted the hand, as if to smack Bael again.<br><br>&nbsp;"Its because your acting like a stone-blind fool... and if I have to beat you half-way into the grave to make you see, then I damn well will! Your right... there are probably many men who would gladly be wed in holy matrimony to the beautiful dark elf princess... and I don't give a damn whether you like it or not. This is an agreement between us surface elves and the dark elves... and as our only son, you will adhere to this agreement, and marry that girl for the benefit of both our nations, do you understand? This is possibly the only chance we have to stop this warring... and you are NOT going to ruin this by being a selfish little bastard. There's more at stack here than just your happiness. You have a responsibility to your people, and you will accept that... and our decision!" the words were spoken with a hard edge... Cosmo's father not a man to be argued with often.<br><br>&nbsp;"But dammit, I wasn't even the one who agreed to this marriage! If you want the marriage to happen so badly, why don't YOU marry her?!" which promptly led to another hard smack to the back of his head... almost as hard as the first... and Bael turned around, rage all but apparent upon his face... though it was quickly gone when his eyes met those of his beautiful mother. "... sorry Mom." looking sheepish... and even Bael's father couldn't help but smirk a bit.<br><br>&nbsp;"Your father is right. It's time to put away these little games of yours... and enter into the world of manhood. And since you obviously had no intention of doing it, then its only natural that your loving parents would arrange such a thing for you." the words soft, almost musical... as if she were trying to coax Cosmo into believing the words. And as the Queen of the elven nation, she was use to getting her way more often than not. But even without her status as Queen, Bael had always been more of a momma's boy, so tended to give in to her words more often than those of his dad.<br><br>&nbsp;After a long drawn out moment of silence, Bael sighed, and then softly said, "your right Mom... thank you for helping me attain this." though deep down inside, it was all he was able to do to keep the anger stamped down. Not at his parents, who he loved dearly... but at having to be wed to a complete stranger. A strange dark elf female that he'd never seen, let alone met. And he was just suppose to instantly marry her for the sake of their countries.<br><br>&nbsp;But just when it would seem like he might think up another argument for why this shouldn't happn,&nbsp; the door to his dressing room was knocked upon, and a plump, happy looking elven woman peeked in just long enough to say, "It's time!" almost as if it was her own wedding. She then just as promptly disappeared back out the door.<br><br>&nbsp;Bael took a long breath, trying to steady his nerves... and frustrations... and turned to his parents, giving each a kiss upon each cheek... and then turned, walking out the door, and towards the room where hundreds of people, from both nations, were waiting for this union. The tension was heavy in the air, and it wouldn't be until the marriage was fully cemented that things would begin to calm down.<br>
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				Title: <strong>Re: Shackles of Love (Antone &amp; AngelicGrace)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Obsidian Isolabella</strong> on <strong>16-02-2010, 01:47:43</strong>
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				((Your post is sooo long. &gt;.&lt; And I didn't get much sleep last night due to the baby, so if this post sucks, excuse me for not quite being in my right mind for it. &gt;.&gt;))<br><br>Normally the day that you marry someone, it is supposed to be a wonderful and exciting and joyous day, but today for one Dark Elven Princess, it was anything but those three things. It was more like dreadful, awful and horrible. Most Dark Elf females were rather independent and dominant and while Arien was not dominant completely, she certainly liked being in charge and this was not the way that this was going. In this situation, she was anything, but in control. This time it was her parents that were in control and they were completely being unfair in the young Dark Elf's opinion. They both knew that Arien did not want to marry if she could help it, but they were both stubbornly making her do this for there two species. <br><br>It was sometimes harder for Arien to understand that because she just didn't see how her people's Princess being forced unhappily into a marriage was going to make them happier. She could understand how it would make them safer and prevent a war from starting, and perhaps for that reason alone, she had not run off. She had truly thought about running away, but there was nothing that she wouldn't do for her people, so this was really her only option. It certainly didn't mean that the young Princess had to be happy about it. She was rather furious about it and it was rather unfair in her opinion because there was just nothing she would like better than to marry out of her own free will. <br><br>And those were the kinds of thoughts that were running through her mind as she stood in front of the mirror, looking at her stunning image in the reflective glass. Arien knew that there were plenty of males of her own kind and others as well that wanted her as their own bride because of her stunning beauty. It was true that she could change her appearances with her magic, but she so rarely did that unless it was necessary because of the simple fact that she rather liked her own appearance instead. It had been the way she had been born and she thought that natural truly was the best way to go. She was a beautiful Dark Elf that had soft and silky dark blue skin. Normally, some would think the skin looked weird, but on her, it looked exotic and beautiful. She had long beautiful silver hair that was a bit wavy, but it was soft and silky just the way that her blue skin was. Her eyes were a mystic and amazingly startling green that looked like some kind of light shade of emerald and they glowed sometimes in the sunlight and even in the moonlight. Her body was also just as stunning with its curves that were truly what she thought a woman should have. Her hips were quite thick and curved, but her waist was small and her breasts weren't overly large, but they were quite heavy and ample. They were also very perky and tight as was the rest of her body. She had a body that most would actually just kill to have as their own or for some Dark Elves, would love to have. Though, Arien was sure that some of the Dark Elf females surely changed into her form for their lovers if that was what they wanted. It wasn't uncommon, but the thought did quite creep Arien out when she actually thought about it. <br><br>And of course, she was dressed in a lovely white gown that made her looking absolutely radiant, but that wasn't quite how she was feeling that day. Not at all. She had yet to even <em>meet</em> this Prince that she was marrying. It was rather ridiculous idea that her parents decided that she had to marry someone she hadn't even met. How was she even to know that she was going to be attracted to this Elf? It was rather frustrating to try and talk to her parents about because they were a love match and not a arranged match like this. They had fallen in love with each other and married each other for that reason and that was something that, if she ever did get married on her own, that was what she wanted to marry for. Not this screwed up logic of her marrying someone for her people, though again, she would do most anything for her people. <br><br>Arien sighed as she looked at the beauty of the white gown that had beaded decorations across the strapless top part of the dress and she wore white gloves that went to her elbows that were made from beautiful silk. The skirt of her gown trailed a bit behind her and was poofed outward with the underskirts and petticoats that she was having to ridiculously wear. She normally would've been happier in quite a bit less, but her parents had insisted on a beautiful gown like this and she had no choice, but to go along with them. Her veil was pinned on her hair that was beautifully done in a fashion that left enchanting silvery strands of hair flowing out across her bare shoulders and she sighed as she heard the door open. <br><br>Her parents walked in and looked at her with both beautiful smiles on their faces. Arien had to smile a least a little bit at them because they were just too happy together. <strong>"Well, I don't think we could've spent more on the gown."</strong> Arien said teasingly. <strong>"Or perhaps the whole damned ceremony, Mom."</strong> she added. Her mother just smiled and winked at her daughter. <strong>"Trust me, Arien, everything will be okay. I am sure that you and Prince Bael will get along just fine."</strong> her mother said, trying to be soothing. <br><br><strong>"Oh please, Mom, I do not even know him and you think we will be able to get along? That is hard to believe."</strong> she snorted. Which was very unladylike, but she was rather in a situation that promoted her unladylikeness. Her father looked at her and walked over to her to wrap his strong arms around her waist softly. He was dressed in style for the ceremony and he looked absolutely dashingly handsome. Arien always thought that her father looked so wonderful and she knew that most women would kill for him if he wasn't so in love with her mother. <strong>"Sweetie, everything is going to be fine. I am sure he is a fine young man and that everything will turn out alright. Most arranged marriages do not turn out horribly. Just give it time, okay?"</strong> he said softly, but most definitely firmly. <br><br>Arien sighed as she nodded and then she heard the music and she looked at her father with her beautiful light emerald eyes. <strong>"Well, I suppose that is my cue."</strong> she said. She watched as her father and mother exited and she took another look in the mirror before she grabbed her bouqet of flowers and straightened her shoulders determinedly. She just had to get it over with and try to live her life the best way that she possibly could with this Prince Bael. Arien walked out of the room and towards the entrance of the church and she listened to the music playing. <br><br>Once she got to the entrance, she tried not to immediately look up at the Prince, and she looked at her father, who held out his arm to her and she took it before they both started to walk down the aisle.
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				Title: <strong>Re: Shackles of Love (Antone &amp; AngelicGrace)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Antone</strong> on <strong>16-02-2010, 14:04:39</strong>
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				<br>&nbsp;At that point, Bael would already be in the church, up on the alter, shadowed by his best man, as well as a few other men all in a nice line. He was actually fidgeting a little, part ouf of nervousness, and part out of a small eagerness to see this princess. He didn't know anything about her personally, but he knew of the beauty Dark Elves possessed, and couldn't help but wonder what a princess of the species would possess. <br><br>&nbsp;Bael himself was an almost perfect example of a male elf of his species. His body was toned,&nbsp; sleek muscles adorning his form. Not the grossly large ones of muscle builders, but more the muscle build of someone who was very active with cardio. Of course, there was ultimately little reason for such, since he was practiced enough in the arcane arts to alter himself however he wanted. But he rarely did so, having no real reason to. He got plenty of female attention as it was, though that might have been largely in part because of his heritage.<br><br>&nbsp;Of course, when the music started, he'd give a slight jerk, as if suddenly surprised, and would turn, gulping a little noticably. Somehow, his hands instantly started to sweat, where he had been fine only moments ago. But it wasn't out of fear of the marriage to a complete stranger... but it was more him trying to deny his bodies sudden desire to disappear from the church. If he got married to this woman, that mean's he wouldn't get to have all the perverse fun he was prone to getting with any girl he wanted.<br><br>&nbsp;Over and over, in his mind, he'd tell himself that this was for the good of the countries. This was going to stop a war that would otherwise rip both countries asunder... that was something to be happy about, right? Then why did he feel like he wanted to be sick more than anything else? He would suddenly turn, mouth open, as if to suddenly just yell that the entire thing was off...<br><br>&nbsp;But words would almost instantly die in his mouth, before even being born, when his eyes rested upon the princess. She was.... stunning was too soft a word. He had known Dark Elf females were beautiful, but even the word beautiful was too bland a word for how she looked. She was literally breathtaking in her appearance. The dress she wore itself was gorgeous, but from what he could actually see of the woman herself, she was a perfect specimin of a female, likely true of any species. And he could only stare as she slowly made her way down the aisle, towards him and the alter.<br><br>&nbsp;Of course, so lost was he in the admiration of her beauty... the beauty of a woman he didn't even know the name of, he'd not be aware of what he'd have to do until he was suddenly nudged.&nbsp; He'd give a slight cough, and would move down, shaking the hand of her father, before taking her arm, and slowly leading her upwards onto the alter.<br><br>(*lets her rp the pastor and vows and stuff... cause he's nice like that :P)
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				Post by: <strong>Obsidian Isolabella</strong> on <strong>17-02-2010, 01:30:32</strong>
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				((Ohhhhh geee, thanks, honey. ^.~ I think I will try and manage.))<br><br>Arien walked down the aisle and she was trying her best not to actually look at her husband to be because it just didn't seem right what they were doing. Not to mention that there was a big part of her that was terrified to look upon the man that she was going to be tied to for the rest of their lives. She was afraid to turn her head and look at him only to find a quite ugly Elf, but honestly, that was quite hard to do in the first place. Most Elves were beautiful creatures, whether they were a regular Elf or a Dark Elf. Both of the slightly different species had their beautiful women and men, but there had been a couple of Elves that were actually unattractive to Arien, so that wasn't a completely unrealistic possibility, but she tried to not think about it as she walked down the aisle with her father. She was trying to keep her thoughts on something else, but the music that was playing was making it hard to focus on anything else except the path that had been laid down at her feet by the people around her. <br><br>There was something that she couldn't help, but to notice at this point. There was quite a bit of women on this Prince's side and most of them actually looked depressed. That was quite a development. Apparently this Prince she was marrying was quite the ladies man or else these women were just mourning the loss of their bachelor Prince. Arien wasn't quite sure how she would feel about a husband that would cheat on her and that was something that she was quite sure she wouldn't like at all. After all, what kind of woman likes the idea of a man cheating on her? And to top that off, he was going to be her <em>husband</em>, so that unfortunately just made it that much worse. He was going to be her husband and if she was going to do this, there were certainly things that she was going to expect. Not that she actually was going to have sex with him, but she still expected loyalty. ((Gee, no wonder they are going to fight. &gt;.&gt;)) <br><br>Though, her thoughts were scattered in her mind when she arrived at the point that her father let go of her arm and kissed her cheek, which made a soft smile appear across her lush lips before she then <em>had</em> to look up at the man she was going to marry. She probably could've avoided his gaze the entire time that they were doing this, but she certainly wasn't some kind of blushing bride in this, so she took a deep breath and hoped for the best as she looked up to see the man who was going to be her husband. <br><br>Arien was just a little bit shocked when she looked up at him and saw that he was quite a startling beautiful kind of Prince and that was quite surprising, really. She swallowed nervously for the first time and wished that she could run because she didn't really care if he was the best looking Elf or Dark Elf on this side of the world, she didn't want to get married to a man who she didn't know at all. Or have to have children with a man she barely knew and that was something that she didn't want to do at all. He may have been beautiful with his nicely sculpted lithely muscled body and beautiful face, but she didn't know him and that was going to cause problems between them for sure. <br><br>There really was no choice left for her as she took his arm and he led her up the steps to become man and wife. Poor Arien's heart felt like it was going to burst forth from her chest and she just wasn't at all comfortable in that moment. What woman or Elf would be? Most of them wanted to marry for love and not this ridiculous notion of duty, or at least that was how Arien was looking at it right now because of what she was being forced to do. She certainly didn't want to marry some kind of pretty boy who was a playboy because there was no way that that wouldn't cause problems in their relationship, right? Sure, Arien was not a virgin, but she didn't exactly sleep with every single male that came within her range. She had only slept with one or two males in her entire lifetime and her experience was slightly limited at the moment. But it was clear to her that she wasn't the kind of girl that would be able to completely know how to please a man, that was something that was for sure right now. <br><br>Once the two of them reached the alter, the Priest turned to look at them and he bowed his head respectfully at the two. He was not exactly an old Elf, but he wasn't getting any younger, and that was for sure. ((I do not know the exact lines for vows, even though I am married and have rehearshed them. &gt;.&lt; Anyways, so I am just kind of going to skip it a bit so that we can get to the kiss part and be done with this for the most part.)) The Priest looked down at his book and began the ceremony. Arien's heart was pounding in nervousness and a horrible feeling settled in her stomach as she waited to hear the words that she had to rehearse to her new groom. <br><br>Arien waited there nervously for about twenty minutes before she rehearsed her vows and then said those two words that tied her to him for the rest of her life. She turned to him to slip the ring over his left ring finger and she didn't look up at him as she did, but unfortunately when he repeated the process, she looked at him and swallowed again in nervousness. She waited until she felt the ring slip onto her finger before she heard the Priest say that the Prince could kiss his bride and that was when she felt her whole entire body feel slightly weird with nerves. She waited for that moment when he pressed his lips to hers and sealed the whole entire ceremony. 
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				Title: <strong>Re: Shackles of Love (Antone &amp; AngelicGrace)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Antone</strong> on <strong>18-02-2010, 13:01:15</strong>
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				<br>&nbsp;When they were finally up on the dais, he'd try to listen to the Priest, who went on the long, verbal speech of what it meant to be joined in such a union. Adding in a few extra things about just what it meant for their specific union, about the peace and prosperity their marriage would bring to both the surface elves and the dark elves. On and On and On it seemed the priest would go, until it came to the point of vows. He'd go first, and he'd turn, looking at her. He couldn't help but stare at her as he spoke, his words seeming to work independent of his mind, which couldn't help but marvel at her beauty. And unbidden, the idea of her nude flared into his mind, and actually made him falter slightly at the end.<br><br>&nbsp;But then it was her turn for the vows, which were simple and precise, just as he might have expected from a princess like her. For the few minutes, he'd watch her as she spoke her vows easily, not seeming the least bit disturbed by their situation. But almost instantly, her vows seemed to be done, and they exchanged rings, marveling at how dainty her hand was when he slipped the ring upon it. The Priest spoke, asking for those two solitary words from each of them, and he said them, almost feeling as if his freedom vanished with those two simple words. And finally, the Priest spoke of them being married, with only that single kiss to fully seal their union for the rest of their lives.<br><br>&nbsp;He'd turn his eyes to stare directly into hers, and would give a very soft exhale of breath, a visible sign of his own feeling of nervousness. But slowly, he'd step forward, closing what little space was between them, and his left hand would move, very gently brushing over her hip, before fingers grasped her through the dress. The other hand would lift upwards, his right hand moving to gently cup the side of her neck, before sliding them higher, cupping the side of her face almost gently, though partly holding her head still. And slowly, in front of hundreds of strangers, as well as the parents of both prince and princess, he'd lean inwards, closing the distance between them, until he'd feel the gently brush of her soft lips against his own. Once he felt the connection, he'd press a little more firmly against it, taking the first taste of the woman who was now his wife, taking the taste of her mouth. And though he found it hard to admit to himself, she tasted good. Good enough that he held the kiss far longer than he had originally intended.<br><br>&nbsp;Of course, a few moments later, with a slight cough from the Priest, Bael would suddenly blink, as if having just become aware of what he'd been doing, and would jerk back from the kiss, blushing suddenly from what he'd been momentarily losing himself in, in front of all those prying eyes.<br><br>&nbsp;Of course as soon as the kiss was broken, there was sudden cheering from both sides of the church, loud enough to make it deafening, and he'd look at her for a moment, nervously taking her hand, and would give a slight exhale, before moving to walk down the dais, back towards the aisle that led from the doors to where they currently were. He'd begin to walk with her down it, getting patted on the back from men of both nations, though more than their fair share giving him a look of jealousy. Outwards, towards the front of the church, and to the wagon that awaited.<br><br>&nbsp;(*lets her decide whether they want to do the party with the toasts and whatnot, or kinda skip forward towards the home, and perhaps a little interaction with the parents before being left alone together*)
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				Post by: <strong>Obsidian Isolabella</strong> on <strong>19-02-2010, 20:38:38</strong>
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				Arien had honestly not expected the ceremony to take that long and it had honestly seemed as though the Priest was doing his damnedest to draw out every single second that he possibly could. It nearly had Arien growling in anger because she just wanted to get this over with quickly. She didn't even want to be here in the first place and this man was dragging it out like it was such a wonderful thing that was happening. To the people that didn't actually have to marry a strange man, then yes, it was most exciting to see a Princess and a Prince be married, but to Arien, she didn't feel very excited about it at all. She was being forced into this situation and that was not something that she really liked. Though, it was quite obvious from the Prince's face that he obviously liked and enjoyed the way she looked because it was like he couldn't take his eyes off of her. That was really just what she needed. She didn't need him lusting after her and trying to take advantage of her at every open opportunity. <br><br>She could feel the touch of his skin against her own as he slid the ring onto her finger and she couldn't really think for a moment as her light emerald eyes watched the elegant ring slide onto her finger. She couldn't really believe that this was actually happening this way. She wished that there was a way that she could object to this marriage, but there was nothing that she could do because she knew her parents would be furious with her if she objected to it. She let him slide the ring onto her left ring finger and then she had to look up as she felt him step closer. She watched him warily as he moved forward for the kiss that was supposed to seal the entire thing. She wasn't sure how she felt about him kissing, but she didn't have much of a choice as she stood there almost stiffly. She felt his hand come around her hip and then she could feel his strong grasp holding her hip through her gown and he was rather strong. That much was obvious as he almost held her still with that alone. Then his hand came up and cupped the side of her face to keep her still and his skin was nice and warm on hers. She thought that was rather distracting as she watched helplessly as he leaned forward and pressed his lips against her own. The man who was now her husband and she couldn't help, but feel a small flash of desire race through her as he pressed his lips softly against her own and then more firmer against hers. <br><br>Arien was very happy when he pulled away because her hand had started to lift to touch him and she then dropped it again when he pulled away, almost reluctantly. She felt him take her hand and she walked with him down the aisle and outside to the wagon that was supposed to take them to wherever they were going next.<br><br><div align="center">***</div><br>After the party, that lasted for quite a while, Arien and Bael headed towards their new home. It was a beautiful place and that was about all Arien could think when they pulled up to it, but she wasn't sure that she loved the idea of sharing it with this man. Or Elf. That just was something that she really wasn't sure that she wanted, but he was her husband now and there was nothing that she could do about it. That was quite a saddening truth, but it was a truth none the same and she had to deal with it now. <br><br>When the carriage stopped, Arien got out of the carriage and she looked behind their carriage to see her parents and his parents coming along as well. Well, it should just honestly figure that they were going to come along and see this castle of a place. She honestly wasn't sure what she was going to do with herself around here. There looked like there was so much that she could do and it was slightly overwhelming in a way, but not completely. Arien waited for her parents as they got out of their own carriage and came over to her. Arien smiled warmly at them and she hugged her father again as well as her mother. She sighed as she looked back at the Prince's parents and she wondered exactly how this was going to go down. She wasn't exactly happy with everyone involved for coming up with this plan, but she knew that she had to behave herself or else she was sure her parents would scold her while they were still there.<br>
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				Title: <strong>Re: Shackles of Love (Antone &amp; AngelicGrace)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Antone</strong> on <strong>27-02-2010, 10:00:04</strong>
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				<br>&nbsp;Bael would spend the carriage right in awkward silence as they found their way onwards towards the place that would be the new home to him and the woman he shared the carriage cab with. Of course, she was his wife now. And while things had been pleasant enough at the party, with others to distract them, it was just purely awkward when the two of them were left alone. He kind of figured she wasn't any happier with the situation than he was... but what could he ultimately say?<br><br>&nbsp;Nothing.<br><br>&nbsp;So the carriage was spent in a silence, disrupted only by the sounds of the carriage, and the occasional shifting of body. His eyes would find themselves drifting towards her, taking in the beauty of her appearance, though often shifting his eyes away just as quickly, lest she notice his attention upon her form.<br><br>&nbsp; But finally they would reach their destination, and he'd slide out of the carriage, pausing to help her from the carriage as well, before looking towards the estate that would be his new home. It was indeed quite large... obscenely so, given it was for the two of them. But then again, they were both royalty... so maybe it was a little on the small side, compared to what it should be.<br><br>&nbsp;When the carriages containing their parents showed up, he'd smile, and give his mother a hug, getting a firm slap on the back from the old man, and would move a hand to rub the back of his head in an almost boyish fashion.<br><br>&nbsp;"... jeez, you guys couldn't find something bigger?"<br><br>&nbsp;His words were obviously laced with sarcasm, stepping away to avoid a swat from his dad, and would turn his gaze towards her parents, offering a slight bow to each of them. He'd straighten, and ponders a moment, honestly not knowing what they should do right now. Honestly, he hadn't even fully expected his parents to follow them.<br><br>&nbsp;"Well, how about we go take a look around? Then the newly weds can get situated and commence the honey moon."<br><br>These words came from Bael's father, who would seem to take charge easily enough... being a king, kind of a necessity... And would start to herd everyone from both families into the castle.<br>
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				Post by: <strong>Obsidian Isolabella</strong> on <strong>28-02-2010, 03:28:59</strong>
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				Arien was surprised at how well her new husband and his family seemed to get along. She didn't really know her husband enough to know whether or not he was a good guy or not, but it just seemed weird that he got along with his parents about as well as she did with hers. Damn, that was going to make it a bit harder to make herself not like him on principal alone. That made her frown slightly, but that did nothing to make her features look any less beautiful. Even frowning as she did, she looked like some kind of sex Goddess with her beautiful lush lips and smooth dark skin. It was always quite a bit of a question where she had gotten her beauty from because it was obvious that both her mother and father were both beautiful creatures as well, but they were quite nothing compared to her. Her hair was a completely different color from her parents and the only thing that she had obviously inherited from her parents was her eyes that she got from her father. Other than that, her body and shape was completely different from that of her mothers. Her mother was a petite Dark Elf with barely many curves, but apparently that was something that her rather muscular father seemed to like. Though, she really didn't spend much time thinking about it because they were her parents, so it wasn't something that she often thought about. <br><br>Her mother was the one to walk over to and she shook her head as she looked at her daughter. All of them walked inside of the newly weds home and Arien whispered to her daughter, <strong>"Do you think that perhaps you could look any less happy about this?"</strong> Arien knew that her mother was quite teasing her, but she just gave her mother a playful glare that made her mother smirk at her. She really was quite a mischievous Elf for her size or perhaps she was part pixie and that would explain her petite size and rather mischievous nature. But Arien knew that her mother wasn't part pixie, but with her body type and her behavior sometimes, Arien liked to tease her mother with the name. <strong>"Well, why don't you try to be forced into a marriage with a man you do not even know and let me know how you feel, pixie."</strong> she teased her mother. But she really was serious about the fact that she had been thrown into this, and she watched her mother's elegant features as she looked at Arien with concerned eyes. <br><br><strong>"Arien, it will not be so bad once the two of you get to know each other, alright? I know me and your father were a love match and we do not understand this, but I think the two of you will be a good match. Besides, I was watching the two of you in the church and during the celebration and he could barely take his eyes off of you, so I think that is a good sign, Arien. Just give him a chance."</strong> Her mother's tone was soft and calm, but Arien had a feeling that her father was going to find out about this conversation and than he was going to scold her a bit. But Arien sighed as she slightly looked away from her mother to roll her eyes. It wasn't a surprise to Arien that her husband had been eyeing her during the ceremony and celebrations because of the fact that she was quite a beautiful Dark Elf and she was used to men eyeing her and giving her attention, so why should he be different? <br><br>The six of them made their tours through the Castle and by the time that that was finished, it seemed like it was getting pretty late outside. The sun had already set and Arien sighed softly as she wished to get out of this dress. It really was a pain in the ass to walk around in and she had just walked around most of their Castle with this dress on. She looked at his parents and hers and smiled softly and politely. <strong>"Well, I would really like to get settled and get out of this dress, so would the four of you mind leaving for now?"</strong> she said as politely and kindly as she could. There was no malice or snotty tone behind her voice, she was being kind and just trying to get everyone out so that she could perhaps get changed and try to relax as much as she could. She really didn't want to be alone with her new husband, but the dress was starting to annoy her and she wanted it off. 
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				Title: <strong>Re: Shackles of Love (Antone &amp; AngelicGrace)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Antone</strong> on <strong>14-03-2010, 04:00:15</strong>
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				<br>&nbsp;Bael would move around with his new wife and both sets of parents, marveling a little at the luxuriousness of the place they would now call home. Of course, it wasn't as if he wasn't used to such things. But it was the fact that this place was his now. And that he would be here, pretty much alone, with the dark elf woman that he had been forced into marrying. But as all such things do, he'd find them towards the end of the little tour.<br><br>&nbsp;When Arien spoke of wanting to get undress, and for the parents to leave, he'd give his mother a hug, and a kiss ont he cheek. He'd shake the hand of his father, and then would bow slightly towards her parents. And then the parents would excuse themselves back towards the carriages, and would depart from the place. This would of course leave him alone with the dark elf beauty he was now wed to.<br><br>&nbsp;For a few moments, he'd watch after towards where his parents had gone, wondering exactly what he was going to have to do now that they were alone. He'd turn his head slightly to the side, towards her, and an easy smile would curl upon his lips, making his features glow handsomely.<br><br>&nbsp;"So, about getting that dress off... would you care for a bit of help?"<br>
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