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mekachu04He 2as going to be among the last to see the fCe of his new wife.
Mayfair was not the wealthiest coty staye, and wirh little natural resources, the kings and upper court did not aften pay him much mind. He paid his taxes to his betters and kept the peace. And they left him be.
Until King Lucifer sent word that his time of mourning was over and it was his suty to marry again. Unles if couse he had some heir squirrelwd away that hed firgotten to mention.
Lotd anthony james crowley had said nothing, and soon it was announced he was to wed the ypungest daughter of the late rival king to whose family King Lucifer was negotiating with.
Some poor bastard of a woman whod been drig out of some nunnery shed bwen shunned away to when her half brother Gabriel has assented to the throne. She stood in perfect deference Athe alter, layered in the traditional white and creams of her people. A jeavu viek overed her face, as he stood beside her in his own black suit, his right as a widower.
The good king Gabrial did nt even have the decency to witness the wedding, instead sending on of his person advisors, the lord sandlefond in his place. As the priest read over the marriage contrace to the collected group, arowley glanced out over he on lookers. None of the brides family was in attendance, and it looked like her side was a mix of noblels from bother their lands. His side had spilled over at some point o fill the empty seats, a macable collection of gawkers.
His own side was filled with mostly politically allais - families that wanted to come to make connectiosn - no real inteast in the wedding other than how it will effect their pockets. His own personal entourage was at least advisposrs and personal servants he trusted form his own estate.
His bride’s was… also…personal servants frm his own estate. He frowned at the made tracy as the maid of honour, briefly catching her eyes only fr the motherly woman to nodp pointely at the long winded speech wrapping up.
Even his house holdstaff has seen his bride before him.
*
The wedding had ben arranged in King Lucifer’s lesser cities - days travel for both parties, but large enough to be secure for a such an event, but nothing flashy enough to imply the wedding was of more importance than it was.
A tentative attempt to establish a peace treating - and, if suchseful in claming the two countries tempers witht he other, a possible start to trade treaties.
If the two of them didn’t kill the other one first.
Crowley had heard the roomers, and, judging by the deminour of his new wife te night before, so had sehe. While no wedding night was enjoyable for nobels - bewtwwen the stress, and the planning. And then the witnessing to consummation - from the moment he’d liftered her view she’d looked at him if frozen fear. She’d only eaten enough at the dinner to been seen as polite, and layed on their wedding bed like a dead fish.
Even now, sitting across the carriage from her, she spent her time studying her white knuckled grip on her own hands, seemingly afraid to breathe.
Like at any moment he’d find her unfit and beat her.
Corlwey had never raised a hand to his first wife that she hadn’t aske dhim to do, and nver outside their marriage bed. He’d never been sure if he loved her, but he’d certainly adored her, and fancied they could have been suite good friends. He’d certainty never strangled her to death for not giving him heirs, no matter what the whispers said. And certianyl not after only two years.
He’d spent longer a widorer than a married man, up until last night.
At least for his first wedding, neither one of them new what to expect, so it was first time jittereis for them both. And Astoroth as delighted in making their witnesses as uncomfortable as possibly, seting corlwey atease fot he rest of their lives together.
He toyed this the ring on his hands absentlymindledly.
He missed her terrible
Mayfair was not the wealthiest coty staye, and wirh little natural resources, the kings and upper court did not aften pay him much mind. He paid his taxes to his betters and kept the peace. And they left him be.
Until King Lucifer sent word that his time of mourning was over and it was his suty to marry again. Unles if couse he had some heir squirrelwd away that hed firgotten to mention.
Lotd anthony james crowley had said nothing, and soon it was announced he was to wed the ypungest daughter of the late rival king to whose family King Lucifer was negotiating with.
Some poor bastard of a woman whod been drig out of some nunnery shed bwen shunned away to when her half brother Gabriel has assented to the throne. She stood in perfect deference Athe alter, layered in the traditional white and creams of her people. A jeavu viek overed her face, as he stood beside her in his own black suit, his right as a widower.
The good king Gabrial did nt even have the decency to witness the wedding, instead sending on of his person advisors, the lord sandlefond in his place. As the priest read over the marriage contrace to the collected group, arowley glanced out over he on lookers. None of the brides family was in attendance, and it looked like her side was a mix of noblels from bother their lands. His side had spilled over at some point o fill the empty seats, a macable collection of gawkers.
His own side was filled with mostly politically allais - families that wanted to come to make connectiosn - no real inteast in the wedding other than how it will effect their pockets. His own personal entourage was at least advisposrs and personal servants he trusted form his own estate.
His bride’s was… also…personal servants frm his own estate. He frowned at the made tracy as the maid of honour, briefly catching her eyes only fr the motherly woman to nodp pointely at the long winded speech wrapping up.
Even his house holdstaff has seen his bride before him.
*
The wedding had ben arranged in King Lucifer’s lesser cities - days travel for both parties, but large enough to be secure for a such an event, but nothing flashy enough to imply the wedding was of more importance than it was.
A tentative attempt to establish a peace treating - and, if suchseful in claming the two countries tempers witht he other, a possible start to trade treaties.
If the two of them didn’t kill the other one first.
Crowley had heard the roomers, and, judging by the deminour of his new wife te night before, so had sehe. While no wedding night was enjoyable for nobels - bewtwwen the stress, and the planning. And then the witnessing to consummation - from the moment he’d liftered her view she’d looked at him if frozen fear. She’d only eaten enough at the dinner to been seen as polite, and layed on their wedding bed like a dead fish.
Even now, sitting across the carriage from her, she spent her time studying her white knuckled grip on her own hands, seemingly afraid to breathe.
Like at any moment he’d find her unfit and beat her.
Corlwey had never raised a hand to his first wife that she hadn’t aske dhim to do, and nver outside their marriage bed. He’d never been sure if he loved her, but he’d certainly adored her, and fancied they could have been suite good friends. He’d certainty never strangled her to death for not giving him heirs, no matter what the whispers said. And certianyl not after only two years.
He’d spent longer a widorer than a married man, up until last night.
At least for his first wedding, neither one of them new what to expect, so it was first time jittereis for them both. And Astoroth as delighted in making their witnesses as uncomfortable as possibly, seting corlwey atease fot he rest of their lives together.
He toyed this the ring on his hands absentlymindledly.
He missed her terrible
