Post by Tamari on Apr 9, 2013 13:11:03 GMT 10
Title: Marry You
Rating: PG
Word Count: 577
Pairing: Kaddar/Kalasin
Round/Fight: 1/A
Summary: They’re wed before her head stops spinning.
The week Kally spent in Carthak before her wedding passed alarmingly quickly. What made it even more alarming was the fact that Kally had barely thought of her home at all. Her siblings, yes. Her friends, yes. But Tortall as a whole slipped her mind all too easily as she explored the wonders of Carthak's capital with Kaddar.
Each day when they met to walk to a shrine, a museum, or the university, it dawned on her afresh that she was really going to marry him. And it would be a full marriage, with everything involved, even children, even a kingdom. The thought was still so unreal to Kally, despite the weeks and months and years that had gone into preparing her marriage to the Emperor and allying their two countries.
She was lost in these very bride-like thoughts as she bathed on the morning of her wedding. She had asked her ladies-in-waiting to let her have a little time to herself on this day of all days, so for the first time since she had arrived in Carthak, she was alone in her rooms. Rooms that won’t be mine, after tonight, Kalasin thought with a not completely unpleasant shiver.
After she had dried, her ladies reentered to help lace her into her gown. It was a Tortallan-style gown in Carthak’s most luxurious fabric and richest colors, to showcase the joining of their two cultures. Kalasin would have thought it very pretty if her mind hadn’t been so focused on what was about to happen. She wrung her hands until Jacquetta of Naxen held them still.
“Relax, Kally,” Jacquetta said softly. “Emperor Kaddar is a good man, remember?”
Kally nodded too many times. “I know. I really do. He’s been so good to me and we’re not even married yet.”
She had no time to ponder the “yet” of her statement. Instead, she tried to be graceful in the heavy wedding gown as the Tortallans who had come with her flooded around her in the hall, assuring her that everything would go well. Someone shouted “Hurry up!” and Kally was rushed, rushed, rushed...
She found herself at the end of a corridor, facing a small door. Miraculously she wasn’t sweating, though her mouth was as dry as the Great Southern Desert. With one trembling hand, she pushed the door open and walked inside.
There were so many people suddenly in her vision. Her eyes couldn’t focus. For one brief moment, she considered turning around and fleeing back into the corridor. She lifted her eyes -- she would not stoop before the people she would rule -- and met Kaddar’s gold-rimmed ones.
Her steps quickened and her breath hitched. Kaddar’s face was not blank or diplomatic, as she had expected it to be in front of so many spectators. He looked at her and only at her, and maybe she was kidding herself but she thought she saw something smoldering in his eyes.
The ceremony was in Common so both parties could understand the proceedings, but many of the rituals were Carthaki. Kalasin participated by following Kaddar’s lead. The look in his eyes still hadn’t faded and she was sure her cheeks were flushed.
He stepped close to her and lifted the veil she had donned for the occasion, pressing his lips against hers. It was their very first kiss.
“May I present Their Royal Majesties, Emperor Kaddar and Empress Kalasin. May their rule be long and prosperous!”
Rating: PG
Word Count: 577
Pairing: Kaddar/Kalasin
Round/Fight: 1/A
Summary: They’re wed before her head stops spinning.
The week Kally spent in Carthak before her wedding passed alarmingly quickly. What made it even more alarming was the fact that Kally had barely thought of her home at all. Her siblings, yes. Her friends, yes. But Tortall as a whole slipped her mind all too easily as she explored the wonders of Carthak's capital with Kaddar.
Each day when they met to walk to a shrine, a museum, or the university, it dawned on her afresh that she was really going to marry him. And it would be a full marriage, with everything involved, even children, even a kingdom. The thought was still so unreal to Kally, despite the weeks and months and years that had gone into preparing her marriage to the Emperor and allying their two countries.
She was lost in these very bride-like thoughts as she bathed on the morning of her wedding. She had asked her ladies-in-waiting to let her have a little time to herself on this day of all days, so for the first time since she had arrived in Carthak, she was alone in her rooms. Rooms that won’t be mine, after tonight, Kalasin thought with a not completely unpleasant shiver.
After she had dried, her ladies reentered to help lace her into her gown. It was a Tortallan-style gown in Carthak’s most luxurious fabric and richest colors, to showcase the joining of their two cultures. Kalasin would have thought it very pretty if her mind hadn’t been so focused on what was about to happen. She wrung her hands until Jacquetta of Naxen held them still.
“Relax, Kally,” Jacquetta said softly. “Emperor Kaddar is a good man, remember?”
Kally nodded too many times. “I know. I really do. He’s been so good to me and we’re not even married yet.”
She had no time to ponder the “yet” of her statement. Instead, she tried to be graceful in the heavy wedding gown as the Tortallans who had come with her flooded around her in the hall, assuring her that everything would go well. Someone shouted “Hurry up!” and Kally was rushed, rushed, rushed...
She found herself at the end of a corridor, facing a small door. Miraculously she wasn’t sweating, though her mouth was as dry as the Great Southern Desert. With one trembling hand, she pushed the door open and walked inside.
There were so many people suddenly in her vision. Her eyes couldn’t focus. For one brief moment, she considered turning around and fleeing back into the corridor. She lifted her eyes -- she would not stoop before the people she would rule -- and met Kaddar’s gold-rimmed ones.
Her steps quickened and her breath hitched. Kaddar’s face was not blank or diplomatic, as she had expected it to be in front of so many spectators. He looked at her and only at her, and maybe she was kidding herself but she thought she saw something smoldering in his eyes.
The ceremony was in Common so both parties could understand the proceedings, but many of the rituals were Carthaki. Kalasin participated by following Kaddar’s lead. The look in his eyes still hadn’t faded and she was sure her cheeks were flushed.
He stepped close to her and lifted the veil she had donned for the occasion, pressing his lips against hers. It was their very first kiss.
“May I present Their Royal Majesties, Emperor Kaddar and Empress Kalasin. May their rule be long and prosperous!”