Courting Disaster (syaoran-puu & themasterdances) {{Private - PG18+}}

[syaoran-puu]

Courting Disaster

 

In a land far away, in times of old, the world was divided between five great kingdoms. The kingdoms had known peace for a hundred years.... but now, things were changing. There was a disturbance in the land, a dark whisper, a rumour circulating around and around until it became a hurricane. War was coming.

 

Fearful of the truth behind such a rumour the kingdoms scrambled together to form treaties and alliance with those they most trusted. This is the tale of such a treaty. Forged in a boardroom and forced by the bonding of two heirs to the throne. Will they turn a bad situation into a good thing? Or will malice and hatred linger destroying the kingdoms from within?

 

Who can be trusted? What is the truth? Only time will tell.

[syaoran-puu]

 

Prince Drashi Miakoda

Age 25

 

 

Prince Drashi looked at the servant he had been assigned, with nothing short of hatred and destain. Logically he knew it was not the guys fault for his current situation, knew also that the reason he was travelling to live in the other kingdom was because of the secret his line held. Fantastic! Just another issue he had to avoid, how, he hadn't figured out yet. He knew it wouldn't come up in conversation but it wasn't like he could simply ignore that part of himself forever either.

 

He huffed as he watched the last of his trunks being loaded into the carriage. Two trunks! Two! That was all he was permitted to take, apparently he was to be given a healthy allowance and was to try and dress in the clothing of his new partners culture... as if! He was rather fond of his own clothing, why did he have to change everything for the other royal? It wasn't exactly as if he was madly in love with them and was doing this out of choice! No.... far from it.

 

Drashi climbed, with a grace known only to true royalty, into the carriage. He sat down and recalled that fated conversation. His father had been insistent, and Drashi realised finally where his stubbornness had been born from. It was as if two titans had clashed, except his father had the upper hand and held all the cards. "Get over yourself Drashi! This is not done in spite of you, but because of you! You are not exactly growing younger. This kingdom needs stability and to avoid investigation, and only by doing this can we be sure we have a true allie in all things. If they really do not appeal to your tastes then put up with it until such time you can discuss taking a concubine. But this will be done Drashi." End of story. This will be done. He snorted. A rather unprincely thing to do but he didn't care right now.

 

With a blink he noticed they were already approaching the boundary to his homeland. He'd never left before, and supposed he should feel.... more....? He didn't though, he felt nothing but numbness. What was the one he was suppose to be paired with even like? If he admitted the truth to himself, he would admit that he had been curious. All he had seen was a black and white painting that he was sure did not do true justice to the subject of the picture. But there was something about the eyes that had drawn him in, made him curious.... a dangerous combination when he was intent one hating every moment of this experience.

 

Five years! Five years of this and he might be able to find a way to escape... could he survive five years? In politics five years was nothing at all, in terms of his life.... it was a long time. Too long if he was to be miserable the whole time.

 

So lost in his thoughts, and completely ignoring any attempts the servant made to engage him in conversation, he found himself approaching a magnificent building. He sat straighter in his seat, taking in the sights and sounds. Their clothing was different to his own, their hair styles too. Drashi wore his hair long and mostly loose bar the pin keeping the worst from flopping into his eyes. The only times he wore it differently were during training and times of battle. The length symbolised strength and honour, but he saw that many of the people outside his carriage had their hair cut short.... unhonourable? Or simply a different culture? It was hard to tell. He knew next to nothing about this kingdom, all he knew was there was a man called Kieko Stanston who was a dear friend of his fathers. Someone that Drashi was supposed to be able to depend on in all things.

 

The carriage came to a stop and he noticed there were a lot of people dressed all alike standing outside. Servants of the house? Welcoming party? Was his partner-to-be among them?

 

Drashi wasn't sure what would happen now he had arrived, was he expected to walk straight down the aisle to his new partner? Or rest the night first? Would he even be allowed to see them first? Talk with them? He doubted it. Especially considering the way such things were generally done in his kingdom. It was for that reason that he had dressed in white today. He had a second, different, outfit packed away just in case the ceremony really was tomorrow. He didn't want to embarrass anyone now did he? The kimono like garment was white, but held a finely embroided gold detail throughout. If you looked closely you could see the dragon that they created, curling around his body, protecting him, obeying him. It was a power symbol, and one only the royals of his kingdom were allowed to bear. In many ways, it was the symbol of his house. His flag. The dragon.

 

His hair was loose, the long black strands flowing to just above his arse. Once the door was open he stepped out and nodded, a stoic and almost bored look upon his face -as if they were all beneath him (which of course, they were).

 

"Prince Drashi Miakoda." A pretty female spoke, her voice almost shy to his ears. He looked at her, waiting for her to continue but offering no comfort in word or action. "We are honoured that you are here, and are thankful that you will soon join with this house." Okay... get over the introductions already, he mused, wanting to get a move on so he could figured out what the hell he was meant to be doing now. "Everything has been prepared. The ceremony shall take place under the stars this evening. We have prepared a room for you and your guests, and offer you a fine lunch after your long journey. If there is anything at all we can do to make you more comfortable, please know you have only ask." Okay, so the ceremony was tonight? What exactly was he meant to do until then? Of course he noticed that night time wasn't far off, he had been travelling all day from the small village near the outskirts of his own home. Four days in total he had travelled, though he suspected it would have taken longer with any breed of horse other than those he brought with him. They were truly magnificent creatures.

 

Still, born and breed with manners and etiquette he could not help himself from bowing gently to the woman. His voice almost lyrical as he spoke. "The pleasure is all mine I assure you. I have heard great things about my new home, and I shall strive to bring true peace and harmony between our kingdoms. May peace always prevail." It was utter rubbish, he knew that, if war was coming then it would come no matter what. If their secret was revealed, that too would happen in its own time. Still, the people around him seemed utterly in awe of him.... something that would grow old quickly. He scanned the crowd, finding several possible bedfellows among them should his actual partner not please his appetite. Later. They were thoughts for later.

 

With grace and elegance he left the crowd and headed towards the main house.... so, he was to live here now? He supposed it was pretty enough. He would just have to ensure that all things pleased him so easily. Drashi smirked at the thought.

[themasterdances]

 

 

 

 

 

Prince Faolan Lyulf of the kingdom Mingan

Age 19

 

 

 

 

Faolan seethed quietly to himself, the servants that'd been fussing over his hair and clothes all day having finally left him in peace. He tried not to look like a sulking child as his older sister adjusted a few locks of wavy pale blonde hair that had managed to go astray. As the fashion was to wear ones hair short, or up, his had been artfully braided and pinned up.

 

He wanted nothing more than to pull his hair back down, put on his night clothes and crawl back into bed. Perhaps he could awaken to find these last few weeks a mere bad dream. His father had neglected to mention the details of the treaty that'd been worked out with their neighbor kingdom until both sides had agreed. He had not been pleased to find that that agreement rested upon he and a complete stranger being bound to one another. “You're not being punished.” His father had told him, as patient as he was immovable in the face of his youngest child's outrage. “It is a great honor for you to represent our kingdom in this.”

 

The young prince was still fairly sure he was being punished.

 

His sister, Singh, tutted softly. “You'd best get that sulking out of your system now, you can't act like this when you meet him this evening. We don't want to give prince Drashi any reason to be displeased, so you must be on your best behavior.”

 

“Yes, gods forbid I say something displeasing.” He tugged at the collar of his tunic. He was dressed for the coming evening in a dark tunic embroidered decoratively with silver. The silver robe he wore overtop was delicate and flowing in a way he'd have never dressed himself given the choice. At least the clothes were soft, so he wasn't uncomfortable even if he felt over dressed.

 

Singh smiled, and squeezed her younger brother's shoulders reassuringly. “Don't be nervous. This marriage is about politics, nothing more. There is an entire court of beautiful noble women to distract him. Once things are settled you need only be pleasant with each other.”

 

Faolan leaned over the windowsill, peering outside. He spotted an unfamiliar carriage, suggesting he'd missed catching a glimpse of the foreign prince. His elder brother and sister hadn't been possible candidates for the arranged marriage. His brother was engaged and madly in love, and his sister had married a few years ago. Both siblings seemed to think he should consider himself lucky to make as nice a match as Drashi. But political significance or not, he couldn't bring himself to feel anything but contempt. He knew nothing of the other man but for the brush strokes that painted a handsome face. What could a handsome face tell him?

 

There was no where to escape too. He closed his eyes, trying to steal himself for the ever approaching ceremony, and tuning his sister out as she launched into a lecture about how he was to conduct himself that evening for what must have been the hundredth time.

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Drashi stepped into a pretty room, but he didn't look at it too closely. Heading to the window he looked out. It seems so different to the kingdom he was born. It was almost as if he had ventured into a different world. The buildings looked different, the clothing, fashion, make up, even the style of their carriages was different. Something that oddly made him feel uncomfortable. He was use to feeling completely in control, to knowing the idiosyncrasies of everyone around him, of knowing exactly what move to make next. Just like a chess board. Pieces moved to his will. Yet here, everything was new and a wild card. A new game he didn't yet understand.

 

A slow smirk spread over his face. Perhaps he should thank his father? For this was certainly an opportunity to test himself. He would become master of what he saw before him, he would learn to play the new instrument with ease... even if it took some experimenting to achieve it.

 

Without turning he spoke to one of his servants. "What is the time?"

 

"It is six thirty your highness." He accepted the answer with a nod just as there was a knock on the door.

 

"Come in." He called, once more not looking away from the fascinating view outside of his window.

 

"Prince Drashi Miakoda." The full name? Would he get that every where he went now? Deciding not to comment he turned slowly to look at the new comer. The woman who had greeted him earlier. With a nod he indicated she should continue. He examined her lightly as she spoke, noting how she had delicate features and was a pretty little thing. Short blond hair -a colour that seemed popular to this land- that was curled ever so slightly at the ends. Her figure was delicate, appealing even. "We have prepared you a small meal. There will be a large celebration this evening but we didn't want you to feel hungry after your long journey."

 

"Thank you." He said, allowing a small smile to spread once more. He had once been told that his looks were devastating when he smiled, what a shame he didn't do that often. From the way she seemed to gasp, he supposed it could very well be true. Maybe he could use the expression upon his new partner this evening?

 

]b]"Of course your highness. You are most welcome. Someone will come in about an hour to show you the way to the ceremony."[/b] She smiled brightly. "As is tradition we request that you walk down the aisle, a symbol that you are to join our kingdom." He supposed he should be thankful for some knowledge, but the idea of walking down the aisle like a bride.... that was unsettling to him. Still, he nodded his agreement.

 

Did his new partner believe he would play the 'bride' in their relationship? If so he was about to have a surprise. Drashi would not be seen in such a way for long.... and he would demand his new partners submission before this night was done.

 

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An hour later things moved quickly. His servants fussed over his outfit, ensuring everything was perfect after the days travelling. Satisfied that was so, he held himself with regal grace as he walked towards his marriage ceremony... if it could be called that. This farce that was a ceremony could be believed.

 

Music hummed around him as he stared at the door that separated him from his first full view of his new partner. With a nod he looked at his servant and then proceeded to walk forward.

 

He ignored the murmurs, ignored the whispers, the gasps of shock, the giggles. All of it. Background noise and nonsense. He kept his eyes straight, steady and sure. His heart was beating a rapid tattoo in his chest, but he tried to give off nothing but cool and collected thoughts.

 

The first glimpse of his partner nearly had him stop in his stride..... gentle features, elegant expression, pretty blond hair that contrasted so perfectly with is own, so sweet looking that he could almost be mistaken for female in Drashi's mind. Unable to stop himself he took the guys hand and brought it to his lips, pressing the softest of kisses upon it before releasing him and looking at the minister.

 

Perhaps.... this wouldn't be so bad after all?

[themasterdances]

The courtyard had been decorated beautifully for the ceremony, complimented by a particularly clear and starry night. It could almost be mistaken for romantic. Faolan tried to focus on taking deep breaths as everyone settled into place, and last minute touches were made. Tradition was being strictly adhered to, perhaps as an easy way to gloss over the more awkward aspects of the arrangement. He wondered how the other man felt being asked to walk down the aisle. Was he offended, or simply resigned at this point?

 

Music swelled to life, and Faolan tensed. If he were wound any tighter he might snap in half, it was all he could do to stand still and keep his every panicked thought from showing on his face. He watched as his intended came to the front of the assembly of nobles, the painted image he'd worried over taking form into this impossibly handsome man.

 

When the other prince reached him, he impulsively wanted to say something, though he didn't know if that was to offer comfort, contempt, or simply say 'hello'. He just wanted to make some connection to the stranger across from him, though a day full of lectures on how he should behave and follow tradition kept his tongue tied. He started when the other man took his hand, lips brushing in the barest fashion overt his knuckles.

 

Even if he had thought of something to say, he probably would have forgotten it as his face reddened. He turned towards the minister, and tried to focus on what the man said.

 

The minister cleared his throat, and gave both men a gentle look though he did not smile. “We have come together here in celebration of the joining together of Prince Drashi Miakoda and Prince Faolan Lyulf, and the binding of their houses and our two great kingdoms. Please join hands with your betrothed. Above you are the stars, below you are the stones, as time doth pass, remember..” He continued in the traditional form, until finally turning first to Faolan.

 

The young prince turned back to Drashi, speaking carefully, “I, Faolan Lyulf, receive you as mine, so that you become my w- er, partner, and I yours.”

 

The minister shifted to Drashi, prompting the other to repeat the same words.

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Drashi quirked a brow when his new partner nearly slipped up and said wife, that better not be how the other hoped he would be!!? Given the difference in their size there was no way that Drashi would accept the wife role in this relationship, nor did he suspect anyone who saw them would really assume such a connection. He was a full head taller than the guy! Of course, that also made the guy perfect! He was exactly the size that Drashi loved. Not too small but enough to nestle perfectly against him.

 

So, his partner was called Faolan Lyulf. On paper Drashi had been unsure how to pronounce it, the letter formation so different to anything found in his kingdom. Though given what he had seen so far... was he really surprised? Everything was so different here! He was so far out of his depth that it would be easy to drown... something Drashi refused to do. He was a Prince, and a high standing one!

 

When it was his turn he nodded slightly at the minister, and repeated the words. "I, Drashi Miakoda." He made sure to ensure his accent was thick yet regal. To ensure there was no doubt that he was not from around here, not that his clothing and hair didn't already scream that fact! But Drashi wouldn't be cowed into becoming a sheep. He was proud of who and what he was! "receive you as mine." He turned to look at his betrothed with that. Ensuring his eyes were scorching and his intention of interest clear. "So that you become my partner, and I yours." Unlike the guy he didn't slip up on the wording, though perhaps that was the advantage of going second.

 

He gave the hand he was holding a slight squeeze. Support? Or a reminder that they were in this together; he was unsure himself, however the need was too hard to resist. The guy seemed nervous... was he as forced into this as Drashi? Or had he known more about the arrangement? For all Drashi knew, this guy had something to do with his current predicament. That thought sent an icy shiver to run down his spine. Had he been manipulated here? The idea that Faolan had done such a thing didn't sit well with him.... and if true? Drashi was already contemplating retribution.

 

He blinked, and awoke from his thoughts just in time to hear the minister say. "I declare you.... husband and husband? You may kiss.... each other?" It came out more as a question to Drashi's ears, but deciding to prove and show that he was far from the bride he acted first, and acted quickly. He reached out with his free hand, still holding the guys hand so he couldn't escape, and captured the back of his head. He allowed his fingers to caress the hair gently, to massage the scalp in a slightly relaxing gesture before pulling him closer. Lowering his face closer and closer he kept his eyes open, his expression hot and scorching on purpose before he finally closed them and closed the gap between their lips. Sealing their lips and forming their first kiss. The guy was like silk beneath him. Soft and supple. He allowed his tongue to lick at the seam of the guys lips, not quite asking for entry.... yet.... but a glimpse of what was to come. Drashi wanted no doubts that he was interested to go unnoticed.

 

Pulling back slightly he smirked at the guy. Then turned to the audience to their spectacle and inclined his head again. The deed was done.

 

"Celebrations shall commence in the Great Hall. May this bond grow and the connection between our great kingdoms grow also. Under the stars of ancestors, may this union be forever blessed!" Some people cheered, others clapped and a few sat completely still and unmoving.

 

Taking that as his cue, and refusing to release the hand he was holding he started back up the aisle. He noticed two of his servants were already waiting at the door, their expressions unremarkable and blank.... just the way he liked it. It was not their place to judge after all.

 

Just as they were out of hearing range for most he leaned down and whispered to his betrothed, his husband, he supposed. "I bet you'll writhe so prettily below me tonight." Now the seed was set he was going to enjoy watching the guy squirm all night long. A grin spread over Drashi's face. Oh, this was going to be fun!

[themasterdances]

The unfamiliar accent reminded Faolan that these were the first words either of them would hear the other speak. Though it twisted his gut every time he thought about how little he knew of the man, he found he liked the strange accent. It might be nice to hear if he ever got the chance to actually converse with the other prince... He was pulled from his drifting thoughts as he noticed just how intensely the prince Drashi was looking at him.

 

His own expression softened as he felt his hand squeezed. It was an unexpectedly comforting gesture that reminded him he wasn't the only person likely forced into this arrangement. Perhaps Drashi had been folded into this treaty without his agreement as well. Faolan doubted he could handle doing all of this in a foreign land surrounded by strangers. He gave an answering squeeze. For all he new nothing of Drashi, they were in this together.

 

The young prince let out a quiet sigh as the minister declared them married. Kiss? Surely that was uncalled for given the circumstances. He thought to say as much (even if it meant a lecture from the rest of his family later), but Drashi's hand on the back of his neck pulled him close. He shut his eyes tightly, and given little other choice lifted his head enough to meet the kiss. Drashi was all warm breath and strength; he could have melted if half his mind wasn't worried about an entire royal court judging their every action.

 

Faolan met the smirk with a frown. He wondered if the kiss wasn't for show as much as anything, rebelling by pushing the awkward situation farther in the only direction that was left them.

 

He schooled his features as much as he could, having no desire to be the topic of gossip amongst his peers any more than he already was. He let Drashi lead him down the aisle, in part because that was preferable to staying amongst everyone else.

 

He glanced up when Drashi leaned close to him to whisper, and quickly blushed. "I will not." He hissed back as quietly as he could, jerking his hand free of the other man's grip. "This entire marriage is a laugh, I've no intention of consummating it. You're welcome to consummate it by yourself, though."

[syaoran-puu]

"I will not." Those words caused the first real frown to appear on Drashi's face, and he replayed the guys actions and words in his mind. He hadn't seen many, but it was enough! Now that he thought about it the guy seemed less than happy that he had been kissed.... was it the public nature of everything? Or was it simply that he hated Drashi already? At first he had assumed it was merely surprise that has caused the guy to frown, he knew that a lot of people frowned when they tried to remain unaffected and stoic, the strain needed some sort of vice. Evidently that hadn't been the case.

 

The venom in those three words alone annoyed Drashi more than anything else, causing the hairs to prickle at the base of his neck, so what came next only further heightened his annoyance! "This entire marriage is a laugh, I've no intention of consummating it. You're welcome to consummate it by yourself, though." HOW DARE HE! Something inside of him shifted, and he felt the need to be in the open before something happened.... too bad he was unable to use his usual vent for such situations! The urge to grab the Prince roughly and push him against the wall was near overwhelming!

 

Instead he watched as the guy jerked away from him. Avoiding the desire to cross his arms, though it was pretty difficult in that moment to appear nonchalant and impartial; he inclined his head. "Of course Prince Faolan Lyulf. I respect your will." Then, without waiting for a reply he turned and walked away. He was too angry to stay here, those words bounced around his skull until they were roaring in his ears. It didn't help that he had been thinking the same thing the whole time here... but even he had assumed they would at least have to consummate this union. It wasn't classed as legal in his kingdom if there was no consummation.... he paused in his stride, his two servants instantly stopping a pace behind him -such good little dogs- that was it though! The key to getting what he wanted. He needed to convince the guy that he had no choice... and Drashi wasn't new to the world of lies, deceit and blackmail. While he wasn't a fan of such tactics.... if it got what he wanted and gained him the upper hand... well, he was all for that! Turning to his servants he smiled, a smile that was reserved for his scheming heart. Keeping his voice low so that they would not be overheard he said firmly, "I need you to prepare whatever bedchamber I am being assigned. Oils, toys, the works. I want them in a draw near the bed..." He paused, then chuckled quietly. "No. I want them on display. I want my.... husband..." He practically spat out the word in his frustration, "to see what I intend." He dismissed them then, neither man asking questions as they walked off to find someone for the information they needed so they could prepare his room. Good. He hated dalliance... something they all knew well.

 

Now, it was time to mingle. To win the hearts of the crowd. He glanced around and saw that several, of what he assumed was the royal family, were already seated at the top table. He couldn't see his new partner, but that was just fine. Walking with grace and ease, his head held high, he approached the top table and bowed to the king. "Your highness. May I formally introduce myself. I am Prince Drashi Miakoda of the Draconi Kingdom. I am hereby in your care." He smiled, his most charming of smiles and added playfully. "And your sons, of course." Manipulative it may be.... but right now... he needed every weapon in his arsenal. He knew that sometimes a dash of humour was enough to break the ice in such situations and to entice others to your point of view. While he didn't know the royal family, has only received a small brief on this country, he knew how to play this game. "It is a pleasure to be in your service." He continued, his tone light and easy. "Please consider us family from this day forth."

 

Win the hearts of the people. Win the real power.

[themasterdances]

Faolan was bracing for the other prince to be angry or upset from the immediate rebuff. Cool acceptance caught him a bit more off guard. “Thank you.” He said carefully, grateful Drashi seemed to understand, but still weary of the other man's intentions as he watched the other prince walk abruptly away.

 

He could probably have handled that better.. They had been following tradition to the letter so far, prince Drashi had every reason to expect the pattern to continue. Faolan scrubbed his face with his hands, feeling his nerves already frayed without trying to guess the thoughts of a complete stranger. Not minutes into the marriage and they already had reason to be upset with each other.

 

After a moment to gather himself, the prince turned his attention back to the mingling nobility. If he wasn't going to be seen with Drashi, his only passable excuse was to be social- actually running and hiding somewhere would only call more attention and speculation. He found a few friends quickly enough, and tried to let their chatter wash over his own circling thoughts.

 

“Welcome, Prince Drashi Miakoda. We are honored to receive the Draconi Kingdom's son into our house.” The king was a handsome man, even as age started to etch lines in his face. His smile was open and warm, though that could be as genuine as it was projected. He stood up, giving the prince a friendly pat on the shoulder. Beside him sat the queen, whose smile was sharper. “We will, and we hope you will consider us family, and our home yours.” She tilted her head, blue eyes curious, "I hope Faolan is making sure you are comfortable?"

[syaoran-puu]

Drashi assess the royal figures, though his expression remained almost completely neutral barring the slight smile, his mind was quickly taking everything in. The beast inside of him curious as to what made their new environment tick.

 

In his mind he mused almost absently, and so you should, the Draconi Kingdom doesn't barter it's children unnecessarily. Perhaps being reminded of that fact had helped him accept his unwanted fate, and although he understood why it was that he was the one deemed more fitting for travel given many hidden factors, part of him wished that Faolan had been plunged into the deep end with only Drashi to rely on. Maybe then the guy would actually show some respect rather than complete dismissal. Yes, Drashi was still rather miffed about that fact. It had been a long time since anyone had refused him.

 

"Of course Your Highness." He said with a slight incline of his head before looking at the Queen and chuckling lightly. Yeah, their son was taking such good care of him.... not! The coward had run away at the first opportunity. Of course, that was counter productive to his goal. So, instead he said happily. "I am sure he will Your Highness. I fear I might have shocked him by kissing him the way I did. It is considered the highest insult in my Kingdom;" Oh yes, play the culture card! They wouldn't be able to argue with that considering they wanted peace, trade and a strong alliance with his birth country. "...not to seal the marriage with a kiss or to consummate the union. I would not insult your son or family like that." He turned to look around, his gaze settling on the Prince in question when he finally found him. He seemed to be happy enough, chatting and listening to several individuals. So, his partner was a social creature? He was unsure from the mere glimpse he had seen. Only time would tell reveal their true natures. Drashi supposed he should be pleased his partner at least had a pretty outer shell to look at. Turning his attention back to the royal table he bowed slightly. "If you will excuse me. I find a need to mingle and discover more about your lovely kingdom. It is truly remarkable how different everything is from my own home." And yes, although he would now live here, he doubted he would ever see it as more than an abode. His home was the Palace of Dragons.... and once his time had been served in this dead end kingdom.... he would return home. A stray thought whispered; and perhaps take Prince Faolan back with me?

 

Inclining his head once more he moved away from the top table. He once again held himself tall and with regal grace. He would have no one here questioning his rank or role. He was a Prince.... and he intended to act like it! It was easy to ignore most of the curious and heated looks, the whispers and lingering stares. Of course, not all of the heated looks could be ignored, especially when several of the ladies purposefully bumped into him or stepped in his way. With each he was polite but short, apologising where appropriate, wishing them well, thanking them for attending and then moving on once more.

 

Finding someone who looked important but rather bored he headed towards them. It was a good thing that his target stood near Prince Faolan and his cohort. He wanted to be near the guy. "Lord Gibley?" He enquired, his brow quirked as he smiled at the other. He knew all too well that this was not Lord Gibley, however he needed an 'in' for conversation.

 

As predicted the guy reacted, a shocked and surprised look crossing his face before he shook his head. The short locks flopping messily around. "I am afraid you have me confused Prince. My name is Lord Henry Galafrey."

 

Now came the tricky part, engaging them in conversation.... and hopefully.... finding a potential ally in this court. He picked the guy for several reasons. One, he seemed alone, however important enough to warren an invitation. Two, he didn't seem overly happy about being here but attended due to obligation. Three, his clothing spoke of money. All of these things lead Drashi to believe that while this individual had power and wealth, he didn't necessarily always agree with the ruling power. "My apologies Lord Galafrey." He inclined his head and smiled, the same dashing smile that often made women swoon and made him look so much more approachable. "I fear the long journey has addled my mind a touch. Please forgive me. It's just, you look exactly like my mentor Lord Gibley and I couldn't simply walk by you." He glanced around and frowned a little. "You appear to be alone Lord Galafrey. That simply will not do." He turned back to him and smiled. "If the guests at my wedding are not all enjoying themselves then I have surely not completed my task correctly. Utterly unacceptable."

 

"Oh! You need not worry Prince. I assure you I am completely happy on my own." The guy chuckled a little. "The truth is that I do not usually attend such affairs. I feel terribly out of sorts."

 

Drashi inclined his head at that. "See, you are just like my mentor after all. He often makes excuses to avoid such mingling celebrations, preferring the solitude of his workshop and the company of his horses." He kept his tone light and charming. His mannerisms easy and relaxed. "Between you and I, I sometimes feared he loved his horses more than he loved people." He chuckled a little again, his eyes purposefully glancing to his left to catch a glimpse of Prince Faolan. He soon returned his attention to the Lord before him.

 

"Is that so? You seem to think very highly of this fellow."

 

"Of course, he has been a close friend of my family for many generations. His mind is unrivalled in many ways and I am honoured to have gained from the experiences he has shared with me." He inclined his head. "Perhaps you will indulge me in the future with your company Lord Galafrey, a familiar aura would settle my heart so." To emphasis his words he placed a hand over his heart.

 

"Of course Prince! Anything you want. You can find me at Rose Court Manor at the edge of the city. Visit any time Your highness. You will always be welcome."

 

Drashi grinned again at that. Stage one complete! "You spoil me already Lord Galafrey. I thank you for that." He bowed slightly. "If you would excuse me. I have a plan to woo my husband to dance with me." Yes, he wanted the guy to overhear.

 

Of course, the reaction he got from Lord Galafrey was almost comical! His face turned so red he was sure he could pop the guy like a tomato if he really wanted to. "O-of course." The guy stuttered. "It is y-your r-right to do so." Did everyone see same sex partnerships like this? If so.... why had a deal been struck to begin with? Just how desperate was this kingdom for this alliance? A niggle of unease settled at the base of his spine. Suddenly he felt like there was a mystery here, a mystery he needed to learn the truth about. "I expect my new friend" He indicated with his hand that he meant the Lord. "To join us in our first dance." From experience Drashi knew that many at court were like sheep. Get one dancing and they soon all followed. He hope that would help relax his partner enough to communicate in a less abrupt way.

 

"Oh.... I mean, of course Prince. Anything you want."

 

"Good. I hope I can continue to rely on you Lord Galafrey." He chuckled lightly, hoping that his wording was enough to impart his meaning.... that he was talking about things greater than simply a dance. Double entendres were so much fun!

 

Without continuing their conversation he turned and found the musicians. Whispering a request to them he was pleased when the music turned to a soft yet lightly sweeping tune. Drashi didn't recognise it, but he was pleased with the delicate notes. Picking up a glass he gentle tapped it to cause it to ring. "Ladies and Gentlemen. I thank you for attending the joyous occasion that is my wedding day." He stood proud and strong, all hints of the humour he shared with Lord Galafrey gone. "I ask now that you indulge me in a custom of my own kingdom." His eyes snapped to Faolan and he held his hand out, his eyes daring the guy to refuse such a public offering. "By joining Prince Faolan and myself in our first dance."

 

Let the games begin!

[themasterdances]

“It takes a light touch.” She advised. Both royalty nodded, encouraged that Prince Drashi wished to mingle and get to know some of the court. No doubt the handsome foreign prince would have little trouble making friends. The queen would be interested to see how he choose those friends.

 

Faolan watched Drashi move from his parents table into the crowd as subtly as he could. For all he tried to listen to his friends, it was impossible not to worry about Drashi. Though the other prince looked perfectly comfortable and capable on his own. He'd already found his way to Lord Galafrey, an influential man in his own right.

 

He glanced more openly toward Drashi, forgetting to be subtle, as the other informed his new friend that Faolan was apparently due a dance. He furrowed his brow slightly at first, not at all sure he wanted to be wooed or danced or anything of the sort. His expression shifted more towards curiosity, though, as the music lilted sweetly and Drashi gathered everyone's attention.

 

He smiled for the curious glances set his way, before stepping close enough to take the outstretched hand. “I would love to dance with you, Prince Drashi.” He dropped his voice lower to avoid being overheard, and informed the other with just a hint of tease in his tone, “If you had asked me to dance directly, I would have said yes.” He glanced away, before adding quietly, “I'm sorry if I was abrupt earlier. It's.. I find this entire situation off putting, not specifically you.” He tilted his head slightly, asking, “You don't look it, but surely you find all this overwhelming too?”

 

Faolan had been well trained to dance formally, but he was less sure how to do so when either he or Drashi could lead. He had never followed while someone else lead, but decided to wait for Drashi to take lead. The other prince had already been pushed into the role of bride so far in their exchanges. Letting him lead might better express equality in their relationship to the rest of court.

[syaoran-puu]

Drashi shrugged slightly at Faolan's words. "Perhaps. But how am I to know that after your blunt refusal?" He quirked a brow, almost daring the guy to refute him, to tell him he was wrong or had misinterpreted. There was only one those earlier snapped words could be interpreted. No.

 

Still, he acted as if the grudge was dropped... and in truth it was... the other Prince had declared war by his blunt refusal and didn't even know it. He might have won one battle... but Drashi intended to win the war!

 

Taking Faolan into his arms, pulling him a little closer than would normally have been acceptable, even in his culture, he moved them artistically around the dance floor. Pleased to see that Lord Galafrey had found a partner and had started to join them also. Soon the dance floor was littered with dancing couples. He almost felt like snorting. Sheep. Such predictable sheep.

 

As he moved, with an almost lazy feline grace, he listened to the other Prince. "....not specifically you.” He smiled slightly at that. "I suppose I should be thankful that I do not completely disgust you." He commented.

 

“You don't look it, but surely you find all this overwhelming too?” He shrugged a little, a soft roll of his shoulders as he spun them around a little in time with he beat before replying. "The trick is to see it as a challenge. I don't have the upper hand here.... and I accept that." He leaned in a touch, and whispered close to Faolan's ear. "But I will get it Faolan." He purposefully dropped the title. "One day at a time.... one small step each day... you will slowly come to see things my way." He assured, his tone completely self assured and confident. Many would say Drashi was arrogant, perhaps they were right, but to Drashi he was just confident in his own abilities... and knew his limits. He knew when to push himself and when to back off.

 

Drashi did appreciate that the guy allowed him to take the lead, at least he wasn't simply dubbed the 'bride' all night long. That would grate against his nerves quickly. Curious about what would happen next he asked softly, "What should I expect from this.... feast?" The hall was already set up very differently to a wedding celebration in his kingdom, and perhaps Faolan was right.... part of Drashi was a little uneasy by the differences, by feeling so out of his depth here. While he thought it was all very pretty, he didn't know which path was the right one to take. The game he had already started could very well back fire in a rather unsettling way.

[themasterdances]

“Perhaps you should have started with the dancing instead.” He suggested.

 

He let Drashi pull him close, stiff enough in the other's arms to betray he was still nervous, but not nearly so frayed as he'd been during the actual ceremony. He did his best to remember to follow, made easier with how fluidly his partner moved. He spared a glance to the couples around them- he didn't always like balls and big events, but dresses and shoes floating across the dance floor was always a mesmerizing picture.

 

Faolan made a small humm at the other's smile. “Not entirely, nor partly. I simply do not wish to be boxed into the roles our parents are making us play. And I do not know how you see this situation. Did you want to come here? Are you angry?” It hardly put one in the mood.

 

He let out a little exhale of breath as Drashi swung them in time with the music. He nodded at Drashi's words, tensing just slightly as the other leaned closer once again. He tipped his head so he was looking up into Drashi's eyes, “If you're too concerned with making me see things your way, you will never see things my way. Marriage is supposed to be a partner ship.” He understood how Drashi could see it all as a challenge to be conquered. He didn't want to be treated as a challenge, though.

 

He smiled up at the other. “We will sit with my family. It's a formal dinner, so four courses, starting with an appetizer. A few entertainers. I don't know if the food will be strange to you, but you can ask me if you're unsure of anything.” He considered if there was anything else that might seem strange to the other. “You just eat and make conversation, really.”

[syaoran-puu]

Drashi considered answering his questions. But the answers were.... complicated to say the least. After a moments thought he simply said; "This is not the time or the place for this conversation. Too many ears. If you really wish to know I shall have you accompany me to my bedchambers after the celebrations and we can.... talk." In truth, Drashi had ideas beyond 'talking'. He already had his servants putting things in order, and perhaps in the privacy of his chamber he could reveal his ace? The more he rolled the idea around in his head, the more he liked it.

 

"However, I can tell you I am not angry Faolan." He purposefully dropped the title. Still, Drashi was many emotions, annoyed, frustrated, pissed off -just to name a few- but his anger had left him along with the argument with his father. The older man often had a way of doing that, of removing all the steam from the kettle.

 

He relaxed into the dancing, in the swish of fabrics, of the feel of Faolan in his arms, even if he did sense that the guy still held himself stiffly. The other Prince's next words were enough to irritate him however.

 

“If you're too concerned with making me see things your way, you will never see things my way. Marriage is supposed to be a partnership.” A partnership! After being informed that this was all fake in the others opinion! "You are amusing Prince Faolan." He commented dryly, a flash of annoyance spreading over his face a moment before he controlled it back to nothingness. "You tell me that our marriage is a sham one moment and then tell me how things are supposed to be. Perhaps you enjoy taunting me? I believed I had tried to do things correctly. Do you not believe that is a double standard?" His blue eyes sparkled with frustration. It was one thing to know that he didn't know the rules, it was another to feel like the rule book was being rewritten every other minute. "If it is a partnership you want, perhaps you should not dismiss me quite so easily as if I am utterly unworthy of your time. Correct me if I am wrong... but you were the one the one to say 'this marriage is a laugh'." He quirked a brow for a moment, daring Faolan to deny it, to tell him he had misunderstood.

 

There was nothing worst in Drashi's opinion than someone who wanted everything but had no desire to work for any of it or make adjustments. Life was a number of choices and plays, and often you didn't quiet get.... everything. No matter how hard you tried, or how much you wanted it. The poor man didn't just become a Prince, just as a Prince could never be rid of his political responsibilities.

 

The music started to drift to an end, he once more listened to his 'partner' (though now he felt that was more of a joke than ever!) and nodded in reply. "I thank you Prince Faolan for informing me of this. I assure you I shall be fine." He became closed off again, his defences rising and he bowed low -showing all the room that he saw the other Prince as his equal, before standing straight and addressing the crowd, smile perfectly back in place. Though in truth, it no longer reached his eyes. "I thank you all for joining me in this honour." Then he looked at his partner and offered his arm, "Shall we join your family for the celebration meal then?" He felt that his words spoke the appropriate amount of Shall we get this over with now?

[themasterdances]

Faolan was hesitant, but in the end he nodded. “I would like to talk.” There was little chance they'd ever get along if they didn't spend some time figuring each other out. He didn't know what the future held, but this seemed an important first step. Another small nod was given at hearing Drashi was, at the very least, not angry.

 

“And I apologized, if you recall, for handling that poorly. But yes, I think this marriage is a laugh. That doesn't change the reality that we're in this situation together.” He shook his head, frustrated, “I meant only that I'd prefer to find a way to work together than fight for control.” He leaned into Drashi, hoping the other could see he was earnest, and not just another noble politician playing at games. “I am sorry for the first words we both said. When you spoke of challenges and having me see things your way, I meant only to suggest it doesn't have to be a challenge.” He didn't know what else to say to convince the other prince he had meant well.

 

He stepped back from Drashi when the song came to its end, feeling as wound up as he'd been before the music had started. Though he made the same effort to appear unaffected, it was easy to tell the prince was feeling dejected. He took a bit longer than was necessary before taking the offered arm, and walking with the other to his families table. He gestured to where Drashi should sit, before taking his own seat.

 

Soon enough servant brought out the first course, while the royal family and other tables chattered politely about what a lovely ceremony it had been, and on such a nice clear night.

[syaoran-puu]

Drashi was pleased that the guy wanted to talk. Stage one of his plan completed. Though he knew the rest would be tricky to navigate from here on out. One wrong move and he was sure his plan would backfire.

 

From the corner of his eye he noticed that his two servants had returned to the hall and were now stood at the edge of the hall with the other servants. They stood out though, their outfits very different to those of the people here. Part of him liked that, liked that he stood out in such a simple way.... and his father wished him to dress of this land? Pah!

 

True enough, the other Prince had apologised. He inclined his head and said simply, "True. I shall not speak of it again then." And he meant that too, he was true to his word. He considered the Prince's next words and inclined his head again. "Perhaps I mispoke. I believed that you thought that there would and could not be anything between us, I saw it as a challenge to change your mind. To create a.... partnership... as you said." There, that sounded plausible? Right? He didn't want to alienate the guy just yet, even if Drashi has spoke the truth before. "We will have to be seen together after all, it would be easier to achieve if we were at least on amicable terms."

 

Sat at the table he found himself feeling a little uncertain. He didn't know who these people were... and no one had exactly thought to introduce him. He found he was sat down next to a pretty woman, she looked older that Faolan but similar... a sister perhaps? It was possible. Beside her was a gentleman clearly not related.... her partner? It made sense that that was the case, for if there was an available female they would have paired him with her.... after all, the possibility of a child between their kingdoms would have strengthened the bond between their kingdoms even more. He inclined his head a little at her. "You will have to forgive me m'lady. I find I am at a loss as to your name." He smiled politely aware that his every move was being scrutinised by the court and people around him. Beside him he felt the presence of Faolan, but given their interactions so far... he felt no comfort from it. "I take it from your beauty that you are related to my husband Prince Faolan?" He couldn't wait for the ceremony to be over and to be able to drop the formalities. Constantly using titles.... it was tedious!

 

"Singh. My name is Singh." She chirped brightly, her smile seeming genuine as she continued to speak. "You're not what I expected Prince Drashi. Though I am glad for that. I hope you'll take good care of my baby brother!" She glanced towards her brother then lowered her voice a little. "It seems you have taken quite an interest in him.... please be gentle with him. He is only nineteen and I fear he did not wish for any of this to be forced upon him." Ah.... perhaps he was a little naive in the affairs of adults? Or rather the ways of men when they became sexually active. Perhaps he was unused to so many pressures, to being so public a figure? After all, if he had elder siblings he was unlikely to be called upon so readily.

 

Smiling brightly he inclined his head and glanced back at her brother before her, lowering his voice also as if he was conspiring with her. "I will do my best to ensure he is taken care of." He winked at her, "You have my promise on that Princess Singh."

 

The conversation continued for a while, and they spoke of nothingness really. The food was delicious, and after eating most of the main course he turned to Faolan and finally asked conversationally; "So what is there to do for fun here Prince Faolan? I will admit I know very little about your kingdom. Simply what my father felt I should know." He shrugged with a roll of his shoulders. Unapologetic. Drashi knew he would learn.

 

At least he should be thankful that this section of the evening was going easily enough.

[themasterdances]

Faolan eased a bit, appease Drashi seemed less bothered by his words now. He hoped they could get along.. He wouldn't really know how he felt about the other prince until they'd had time to get to know each other. For now he just wanted them to both get through this night with minimal friction. It would help to talk afterward, so he could hear from Drashi how he actually felt about these things.

 

He settled into his seat. It was good to have Drashi between him and his sister. She was magic with these sorts of social engagements. He relaxed a little more as the pair spoke, trusting her to have Faolan and Drashi's best interests at heart. The prince considered them as a couple- they were closer in age, and would have been a first choice if Singh wasn't already married. He thought they looked good beside each other, and no doubt she would never be so tripped up by her nerves.

 

The young prince blinked when he realized his 'husband' had turned his attention back on him. He smiled slightly, unsure, but willing to be friendly and explain anything the other wanted. “Many things. We have an amazing library, and a number of tutors in various subjects. There are practice grounds for swordplay, or archery. And of course, parties, and tournaments.” His smile brightened a little, “I often prefer to take my horse out. There is a forest just east of the castle, though its preferred we not go out alone, and not at all at night.” It seemed impossible to list every possible activity, so he left it at that for now. “Is there anything you did at home that you'd like to be able to continue here?”

[syaoran-puu]

With a trained ease Drashi relaxed into the conversation.... he supposed, though he'd never admit it, that he should be thankful that his father had always insisted on hosting a variety of extravagant parties. Maybe one day he would take Faolan to his kingdom so he could experience the differences first hand.

 

Most of the options Faolan suggested bored him. While he enjoyed reading from time to time, it wasn't something he did for fun.... no... he had a very different vice for that, not that he could indulge with it yet. Still, there were a few things that sparkled his interest. Taking a bite of the meat he nodded, "Swordplay you say? Are any of your swordsmen any good?" He asked, completely interested. "I have trained for years with my fathers military forces.... I'd like to continue that if at all possible."

 

Drashi smiled at the image of Faolan riding free on a horse. He imagined the guy would look at home there. Of course he quirked a brow at the restriction. "You are not allowed to leave unescorted? Is that all members of the Royal family or is it a precaution based on your age?" He asked in surprise.

 

While Drashi was often escorted by a hand-servant, and if he was honest, his friend, Li. He didn't need a guard or such to travel among his people. Drashi often mingled among them, spending time in the marketplace, getting to know the individuals of influence within his city limits. "Perhaps I could join you sometime? Have you ever ridden on a Draconian horse? They are a delightful experience." Mostly because they were bred to be extremely fast, they could pull and carry heavy weights and still keep up the high speed. It was how they had made such good time getting here.

 

Part of him was rather disappointed that night travel was also banned, he rather enjoyed the evening. The tranquillity and serenity, the calmness after the hustle and bustle of the day. He always found the twinkling stars so soothing. They relaxed him better than anything else could.... perhaps sneaking out wouldn't be too hard? He doubted anyone would exactly tell him off even if he was caught. "Do you have a theatre?" He asked hesitantly, unsure how his words would be accepted. He knew in some cultures such things were considered feminine activities.

[themasterdances]

“Many of our knights use the space for practice and training in the early morning. Any of them would be a good match. I'm sure they'd like to see what you know, and would show you some new moves as well.” Happy to have found something Drashi was interested in, he added, “I am far from artful with a sword, but I am trained, if you'd like to practice with me as well.” Even his sister had been taught to use a dagger for self defense. Faolan was far from the best in court, but he could handle a sword.

 

After a thought, he added, “I could introduce you to Sir Aaron. You could work something out if you'd like to be more involved with the knights.” From what he'd heard Sir Aaron was vicious with recruits, but at parties he was always a friendly loud man, and Faolan found him agreeable.

 

He shook his head at Drashi's question, explaining, “I can do as I please. It is just considered safer to bring a guard, or friends.” Though his family frowned on it, he usually went alone anyway. It was peaceful and solitary in a way the castle never was. Drashi asking to join him brought a bright smile from the younger man, “I would like that very much, Drashi. I haven't.. But I would like to, if I could.” He really did love riding, if Draconian horses were some how different, he wanted to give one a try.

 

“Yes. The theater is in the upper district of the city. The regular performers there are excellent, but they can be a bit boring. I prefer to go when they allow traveling players to put on acts.” He waved a hand vaguely towards the band, adding, “And performers are often invited to the castle. There is no shortage of entertainment there.”

[syaoran-puu]

Ah, so it seemed he had found his first real similarity between their kingdoms. The soldiers tended to train early in the morning in his palace also. He had asked as a child why, and had been told it was because the weather was cooler and allowed them to push harder. "We can certainly try. I am unsure how my skills will compare to those here... I am sure our styles are different, I was however considered a skilled swordsman in my homeland." Mostly because it was one of the few things that Drashi had always enjoyed, he had used it as a vice for his frustration and pressures... and given the nature of, well them, they needed an aggressive vice. Perhaps that was why his kingdom was so well known for their art of war skills. Strategy was something that had been drilled into Drashi since birth, he knew so many plays and options that perhaps that was why he saw everything in the world like challenge, like a chess game with pieces to be moved and controlled. A giant war game....?

 

"Sir Aaron?" He enquired lightly, eating the rest of his food. "I would be delighted to meet and work with this.... Sir Aaron."

 

He grew rather curious of his companion as he admitted to doing what he wanted and going out early anyway. He actually saw the guy in a slightly different light with the admission. "I see." He chuckles lightly, "Good to know that you're not always the perfect little Prince." He winked to soften the blow. Falling silent when the servants came to remove the main dish and replace it with a dessert. It was a habit, but there were only a few 'ears' (as he often referred to servants as) that he would talk freely in front of. Those he actually trusted could be counted on one hand. "I am sure I can arrange for you to ride one of the two horses I brought with me. They are my personal steads. Lady and Duke." He chuckled, "They are actually a mated pair, so perhaps we shall see foals... eventually." He caught himself from saying before I leave. Yeah, that would have been a mistake!

 

He glanced around at the entertainment, some interested him but most he felt nothing towards. No hatred or joy. Perhaps he would avoid the theatre here after all. It didn't seem exactly what he was used to.

 

When Drashi finally looked at the dessert he frowned... what the hell was this? It looked like jelly but not... with bits of things floating in it... and maybe chunks of cake? With sauces and berries. It looked pretty but he had no idea what it was. He resisted the urge to smell it as he scoped a dollop onto a spoon and dared to bring it to his mouth frowning deeper as he swallowed and put his spoon back down. Okay, no more of that for him. Whatever it was... he found it too sweet and the textures confusing.

[themasterdances]

“It will be interesting.” He said happily. Even if the styles were very different, it was something new to learn. Perhaps Foalan could arrange a dual between Drashi and one of the knights, and the styles could be compared in action.

 

“I will arrange an introduction, then.” He said easily. As much as he simply liked to see something new, he was certain Sir Aaron would be very interested in how the Draconian's fought.

 

“Pffft.” The young prince had to actually cover his mouth to muffle his laugh. He must be doing a better job tonight than he thought if that was the impression he was giving. It was nice to see Drashi could be playful. He lowered his voice, but couldn't hide the amused tone, “Were it not rude, my mother would love to give you a list of my failings as a prince on a scroll as long as the aisle you walked down.”

 

Faolan didn't try to hide his delight at being told Drashi would let him try riding one of the two. “Thank you!” Part of him wanted to go to the stable now to see these horses. They must be marvelous.. And he could introduce Drashi to the pair he usually rode, and show him the stable. But he supposed it would be better left to a more reasonable hour.

 

He spooned some of the dessert onto his own plate, happy to have something sweet, when he noticed Drashi didn't venture a second bite. “Not good? How was the rest of your dinner?” At least dinner was almost over. Though attention on he and Drashi would be sharp for some time to come, he would be happy when it was no longer the day of his wedding.

[syaoran-puu]

Pleased that they had finally found a conversation that hadn't left them both arguing and annoyed at each other. Drashi kept himself calm and composed as he listened. As expected, they were the focus of many gazes and whispers. It was part of the reason he had turned his attention this way to begin with, he didn't want to consider the rumours that would circulate if he spent more time conversing with Singh than Faolan.

 

Drashi found himself actually chuckling under his breath. So Faolan had a sense of humour after all? "I fear that perhaps that is a mothers prerogative. I am sure my own would not hesitate to list my many flaws for your inspection."

 

He nodded at the accepted offer to ride his horses, deciding that particular line of conversation didn't need expanding right now. Drashi didn't wish to run through all their safe conversational material in one sitting. Silence didn't prove to be golden between them.

 

Instead he focussed on dessert, taking a sip of his fruity wine. He incline his head and whispered softly, "I am afraid it is a little too sweet to my taste." He didn't want to admit that he actually had very little idea what it actually was. Drashi wanted to come across sophisticated and knowledgeable rather than a mumbling idiot.

 

"Dinner was delicious though, do not worry." He glanced at the hall, seeing many empty plates. "It would seem it has been enjoyed by all."

 

Deciding to take a risk, and pleased that their legs were covered by the tablecloth, he made as if to put both of his hands on his lap, before allowing the one closest to Faolan to shift to just barely touch the guy, the tips of his fingers softly caressing the material on the guys leg.... how would he react to that? Drashi almost found it amusing to see how his husband would react to his unannounced touch. Every time Faolan had touched him it had been reluctantly. Drashi had taken the guys hand in the ceremony, he had been the one to kiss him, to ask for a dance and to offer his own arm to walk to dinner.... Faolan hadn't once initiated any contact between them. Maybe he could entice the guy a little and change that fact.

 

Seeming completely unrepentant and unaffected by the soft touch he was giving the other he kept up the conversation. "I give my compliments to your chef. There were several ingredients through out the meal that I did not immediately recognise." He smiled slightly, "I wonder how your plants differ from my own."

 

Dinner was nearly over.... and Drashi had to wonder how long the celebrations would go on now.... he hoped that they might be able to escape. In his kingdom the newly married couple often escaped early to consummate the union. The door to the bedchamber was left ajar, and while no one was allowed to see the couple, they were allowed to hear them, to confirm that consummation took place. He doubted he would get that, but would still insist on consummating it.... perhaps it was merely stubbornness on his half? After all Faolan had said no once already....?

[themasterdances]

Faolan was quite pleased himself that they were getting along better. The fighting had its merits, if only because he didn't want his mother and father preening over how well things were going. But even if he wasn't a master of tact, he knew if Drashi was going to be part of his life for a long time, he didn't want an arduous relationship.

 

“Perhaps she can write me a letter. I would like to inspect such a list.” He teased. “Though it seems we'll have a long time to get to know each other's failings. I hope you will not agree with my mother too much.” Queen Variece had a fierce personality, and Faolan much preferred it when his mother ignored him. He wondered what the Draconian queen was like.

 

“Ah, I'm sorry.” He rather liked the sweeter dishes, though he preferred the breadier kind- cakes, cookies, and the like. He nodded at Drashi's reassurance he had liked the food. Faolan had no idea what the food was like in the other prince's country, but he imagined it was a bit uncomfortable to look at not have any of ones favorite foods.

 

At first Faolan thought the light brush of fingers was an accident, but his face heated up as Drashi's hand continued lightly petting. He might have been less flustered if he wasn't remembering Drashi's comment about having him writhing in pleasure. “I... um.. I'm glad it pleased you. Perhaps you could talk with the kitchen about some of your favorite foods? I'm sure they'd like to make them for you.”

[syaoran-puu]

Drashi huffed a little at the joke, though not because he was mad, a slight lifting at the corners of his mouth could be seen. "It's probably better that you discover them on your own...." He commented dryly. Taking a deep breath and sighing. It was getting rather hot in here, and given all the sheer number of layers he was wearing he was starting to feel a little uncomfortable.

 

Nudging the guy softly he said simply, "I will make up my own mind about you also. You have my word." It was the least he could do to actually give the guy a chance. Plus, he didn't know the queen well enough to simply accept her assessment.

 

“Ah, I'm sorry.” Drashi winked at the guy for that, "Why did you cook it?" He teased, he wasn't really that disappointed, and given the days of travelling and the odd food he had consumed along the way, it is possible he had ate more of the 'light' snack he had been brought earlier than intended. To say he was stuffed right now would have been an understatement. "I shall do that. I am also interested in learning the inner works of the palace, so I will start at the kitchens."

 

Drashi was impressed that Faolan had made no comment or complaint about his soft touch, he hadn't determined just why that was yet, but hoped it would become clear with time.... either way, he took it almost as acceptance and permission and didn't stop his gentle caress.

 

Dessert plates were removed and Faolan's father gave an announcement that the real entertainment was about to begin. Several brightly costumed characters bounced and flipped onto the floor, before doing some rather impressive gymnastic moves that made him almost wince at times... surely it wasn't natural for a man to be able to bend quite like that?!

 

He applauded with the rest of the crowd before eventually leaning over and whispering to Faolan. "Would it be acceptable for us to retire now?" At the same time he placed a hand on the guys thigh and squeezed gently.

[themasterdances]

“Something to look forward too.” Faolan said sweetly. And It seemed it really would be, if how well dinner had gone was any sign. When he stopping thinking about the marriage and treaty, and just considered Drashi himself, he was much happier to be in the others company.

 

He laughed softly at the wink. “Oh no, if I had you wouldn't have been able to keep even that one bite down.” He tried to keep his cooking limited to spreading jam on toast. “I'll show you around tomorrow, if you'd like.” It would surely take a while for Drashi to familiarize himself with the layout of the castle, but they had to start somewhere.

 

The touch was unobtrusive enough that Faolan felt no need to complain, and really the gentle caress was calming in a way. He was unsure how to take the gesture, though. Comfort, like when Drashi had squeezed his hand during the ceremony? Were Draconian's simply much more forward than he was accustomed too? He tried to pay attention to the performers as they made their way onto the floor, rather than sit and fret.

 

He wondered vaguely how ones organs were not smushed by such elaborate bending..

 

The prince made a small startled noise when his thigh was squeezed. He made a gesture as if to smooth wrinkles from his clothes, though clearly was aimed at shooing Drashi's hand away. His voice had that cautious quality to it once again, “We may.. my father will say a few words, and everyone will clap and cheer us on when we do, though.” He would much prefer to sneak out, but that wasn't an option.

 

Faolan gestured to a nearby servant, and told her quietly to inform his mother and father that they were ready to leave. A moment later the king was standing.

 

The speech was another traditional one, but the kind put enough warmth into the words that they could have been his own, and he seemed genuinely happy with the wedding, his son, and new son in law. Faolan thought he was mostly happy about the treaty, but was no unhappy about any of these other things. When the speech was over he stood, expecting Drashi would too.

 

At least this wedding could finally be over.