Almost midway through the 16th century, France and England are crosshairs away from warfare. Malevolence is thick in the air between the two countries and both of the reigning kingdoms are desperate to avoid violence and keep the peace. A marriage b...
Wedding madness was swirling around Marie, but she stood in the middle of it all, slightly dazed. Questions were thrown at her from every direction, again and again, until she was unsure what the answers were and what she was supposed to be doing...even who's wedding they were preparing for. A pair of hands circled her waist and she wasn't even startled.
"You look as though you've seen a ghost."
"I truly wish that were the case." Leopold is trying not to smile at her expense.
"What's wrong, my love?"
"I have no idea how to...plan my own wedding! What kind of flowers we're supposed to have or glassware and cutlery...food! They keep asking me questions and I don't know what to do!" Leopold's hands come up and he rubs her upper arms comfortingly.
"Marie...everything is going to be fine. How do...tulips and white roses sound?"
"Lovely."
"Good." He says, "I think white glassware, clear goblets and our finest silverware."
"Alright."
"What do you think?"
"I think...that sounds perfect."
"And how about...roasted poultry? Duck and chicken?"
"Yes...that's fine. Just take me away from this madness, please?" He chuckles and gives the orders to the servants.
"What shall we do now that all of those horrendous tasks are out of your hands?"
"I want to go and lay in the grass."
"That sounds quite nice."
"You'll come with me, yes?" He leans down and pecks her quickly.
"I'll go anywhere in the world with you, princess..." He kisses her neck before moving his mouth towards her ear. "If you can catch me." He sprints off, causing Marie to laugh. She knows she can't take him, the boy is an skilled huntsmen. This doesn't stop her from taking off after him. They run through the halls like children, laughing and hiding from one another...playing games as they make their way out into the beautiful Spring sun. Leopold finally slows down and as Marie launches herself at her prince, he catches her swiftly, keeping them both upward and steady. He carries them through a shaded archway into a quiet and very private little garden. "Will this grass suffice, my lady?"
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"Oh, I suppose." She sighs, playfully. He lays her down on her back, carefully, and then he lays on his stomach directly beside her. They gaze at one another for a few moments and he traces his fingertips against her bare arm.
"Hello..." She tickles his neck with hers.
"Bonjour mon amour."
"Hello...my love?" She smiles and leans forward to kiss him, though she catches his chin.
