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Nov. 28th, 2017 03:25 am[Decades of tension, just on the edge of something worse, has finally broken. Not with war, as some might have predicted, but with a wedding.
In a sea of tents and pavilions set up on the border between the two countries, two kings stuck a deal, forged an alliance between them. Negotiations only took a handful of days, impossibly quick for an event of this caliber, spurred on by political news from the west delivered by spies on both sides. News of the vast kingdom to the west slowly amassing troops made these two smaller nations nervous; without the alliance each smaller country would have an enemy to the west and to the north or south of them.
One country comes to the table with those necessary resources for life, and wealth, the other with military might and good steel. It makes a sort of practical sense. To put the stamp on the deal, each ruler offers a son.
The wedding is a rushed, but elaborate ceremony, organized on the fly among the tents and hastily erected structures and carried out within days of the treaty's signing. It passes in a blur to Crown Prince Rainer, who was whisked to the site just a few days before the wedding and away from training maneuvers with his troops. He wasn't even present for the negotiations, was given no say in the matter. Neither prince was.
Laced into too-tight finery, he spends most of the celebratory feast afterward seated next to his new husband in stony silence, drinking more than anything. His father knows him well, and the servants don't offer enough liquor to have any effect on his broad, towering body, even though he figures it would pass easier if he were drunk. Rainer is not granted that mercy.
Later, each is led separately away from the table, to come together in the marital tent, set painstakingly on the border between north and south to signify equality in the coming union. Rainer enters first, casting a gloomy glare at his valet to dismiss him, reaching up to loosen the circlet of silver and moonstones from his pale hair. He tosses it to the carpet-covered ground carelessly, and, loosening the laces on his too-small finery, Rainer waits for his new husband.
It'll be the first time they meet, alone, away from the watchful eyes of their combined courts.]
In a sea of tents and pavilions set up on the border between the two countries, two kings stuck a deal, forged an alliance between them. Negotiations only took a handful of days, impossibly quick for an event of this caliber, spurred on by political news from the west delivered by spies on both sides. News of the vast kingdom to the west slowly amassing troops made these two smaller nations nervous; without the alliance each smaller country would have an enemy to the west and to the north or south of them.
One country comes to the table with those necessary resources for life, and wealth, the other with military might and good steel. It makes a sort of practical sense. To put the stamp on the deal, each ruler offers a son.
The wedding is a rushed, but elaborate ceremony, organized on the fly among the tents and hastily erected structures and carried out within days of the treaty's signing. It passes in a blur to Crown Prince Rainer, who was whisked to the site just a few days before the wedding and away from training maneuvers with his troops. He wasn't even present for the negotiations, was given no say in the matter. Neither prince was.
Laced into too-tight finery, he spends most of the celebratory feast afterward seated next to his new husband in stony silence, drinking more than anything. His father knows him well, and the servants don't offer enough liquor to have any effect on his broad, towering body, even though he figures it would pass easier if he were drunk. Rainer is not granted that mercy.
Later, each is led separately away from the table, to come together in the marital tent, set painstakingly on the border between north and south to signify equality in the coming union. Rainer enters first, casting a gloomy glare at his valet to dismiss him, reaching up to loosen the circlet of silver and moonstones from his pale hair. He tosses it to the carpet-covered ground carelessly, and, loosening the laces on his too-small finery, Rainer waits for his new husband.
It'll be the first time they meet, alone, away from the watchful eyes of their combined courts.]
