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@emiliv
“ you can’t fix me. ”
i know. i don’t want to ғɪx you. i want to 𝓁𝑜𝓋𝑒 you. i want to love you; 𝚌𝚑𝚒𝚙𝚙𝚎𝚍 pieces, 𝔍𝔞𝔤𝔤𝔢𝔡 edges, 𝔽𝕒𝕕𝕖𝕕 colors and all.
@thevampirekriztiangotha
“!” (from that married life meme ;) <3)
SEND A “!” FOR OUR MUSES MARRIED LIFE
who was the one to propose: kriztian ! and he made sure it was the perfect, out of a disney movie type of proposal for emilia :’) and just an idea, but; he could take her to sail just like they did back in the day, when they first found out they were engaged and emilia was a bit upset over kriztian’s actions but this time the decorations and flowers were meaningful as he did love her… beautiful.
who stressed more over wedding planning: emilia for sure ! she’s one to lose her sleep over details, overwork herself to make sure everything was perfect not only for them but for everyone else who were to attend their wedding.
who decorated the house: in their case, the gotha castle was already decorated but emilia for sure made some changes around, especially decorated their room herself with more cream-y and blush colours to her liking with blue tints around the room. she decorated the room to the best usage for a married couple since kriztian wouldn’t be staying there alone anymore and asked kriztian’s opinion on almost everything because she wanted it to be absolutely theirs so his opinions mattered just as much.
who is more organized: kriztian ! emilia is the messy kind of smart - while she’s quite tidy, if she’s working on something her materials will be all over the place in an organization only she can decipher shdjfk so i’d say kriztian is the more organized one.
who initiates bedroom fun: depending on the situation i’d say both, but i feel like kriztian would be doing that more than emilia, much to her liking.
who suggested kids first: knowing (i assume at that point she’d know about his past?) his story emilia was probably quite reluctant to even talk about kids since she didn’t want to upset him but she really wanted to have her own kids and the idea that he might never be ready for it hurt her quite a lot even though she never told him. so even though she wouldn’t outright suggest, maybe after seeing a baby she could be talking to the infant as she played with him/her like “you’re so cute, wish i had a baby so sweet like you” and immediately regret it after remembering kriztian was right there with her. i don’t know what could kriztian’s reaction be, though!
who’s more dominant: i feel that’s kriztian because well, when she met him she was *cough* quite unexperienced (watch me shouting *virgin* from the shadows) and when they did the do she knew nothing?? so even though in time she’d learn from him and have her moments of control, she’s quite the submissive type and would rather enjoy him being more dominant.
who’s the cuddler: both?? but emilia a bit more, i’d say, she cuddles the good life out of him and probably refuses to go to sleep when he’s up late working because sleeping without cuddling him? what is that?
what’s their favorite non-sexual activity: hard one… i’m sure there are a lot but probably talking? doesn’t matter where they are; they could be in the bed, out there walking through streets or woods, having dinner, bathing together – literally anything, they just love talking to each other !
who kills the spiders: that has to be kriztian because emilia would probably faint if she had to touch a spider, she has a terrible fear of spiders/bugs shfskf
who falls asleep first: even though she loves watching him sleep, emilia’s human body fails her and she falls asleep before he does.
who is louder?: i’m guessing during sex? i bet emilia is pretty vocal… with the help from kriztian, of course *wink wink*
who is more experimental?: probably kriztian, he has a lot to teach her after all *cue fifty shades of grey soundtracks*
do they fuck or make love?: i’d say they mostly make love, sharing their care and passion through it but there are most likely times that they just … fuck. imagine jealousy fuck? angry fuck? “you’ve been walking around in that short skirt all day just to distract me so now you’ve got all my attention, you asked for it” fuck? yes. even the softest can use some rough, right? *nudge nudge*
who is more likely to be caught masturbating?: oh boy shfskfk i mean when they have each other, i don’t think it’s too likely to happen but both have the potential?
who comes first?: i like to think of them to be so in sync and in harmony that they mostly finish together but being the gentleman he is, i bet kriztian attends to her needs before anything else and makes sure she comes first?
who is better at oral and who prefers it?: i bet at first kriztian was the one to drive her crazy with it but soon she learned and blew his mind away sfhskfk ever since she saw just how much of an affect she has on her and just how much she loves to make him moan, she gives it to him a lot but still also prefers to receive it from him because damn, he’s perfect.
who usually initiates things?: probably kriztian?? but if she’s feeling playful or rather “naughty” emilia can be one hell of a tease with initiating things sfhjskf lord help kriztian’s poor soul when she decides to play dirty.
who is more sensitive?: i’d say emilia. i mean… she cries at the lion king everytime… even though she’s seen it for a dozen of times already.
who has the most patience?: kriztian. emilia is patient herself but i believe kriztian has more patience than her. i mean, the man lived for centuries, he is in no rush shfjkkd
@vampirekriztian-gotha
Of shining mornings and idyllic moments(01)
emiliv:
vampirekriztian-gotha:
So focused and entertainedly delighted was Kriztian, on listening full to their baby’s rapid heartbeats as well as a couple of movements their unborn child was making in Emilia’ womb, that he failed to notice that Emilia had was awake till he suddenly felt her gentle hand ruffling his hair, eyes widening happily at seeing his precious wife now wide awake as he listened to her playful statement. Smiling widely, he then lifted his head from its lying down position on her belly and then gave a tender kiss to it, while making a loud whisper their unborn child,” Your mummy is awake now, so I have to go wish her good morning properly,”he grinned slightly roguishly at the end of his sentence. He then quickly moved up using his hands and knees towards Emilia’s face to capture her mouth hungrily in slow, but passionately loving kiss on her soft lips. A morning habit which he loved doing daily to his beloved wife, just to show her how much he appreciated her, how much he loved her, how he was so thankful for her being alive and being with him at the start of every morning, how much he treasured being able to wake up to her every single day and how much he would never fail to need her in his life each passing day.. as well as how much he loved kissing her and missed kissing her even for just one night. All of those meanings plus more, were translated into his kiss, which he knew that his beloved Emilia could interpret inside her heart and soul, plus if he remembered correctly, he had also told her some of those reasons as to why he was determined to kiss her the first moment he saw her in every single morning for the rest of their lives, back on one fine morning during their honeymoon.
After he finally broke their kiss, his whole facial expression containing nothing but pure love and complete blissful adoration for the woman he was currently staring at, just a few inches away from him, he then began to help her knowing that she would want to sit up properly on bed and with her being in her last trimester of her pregnancy, it was definitely a little bit of a struggle for his darling wife. After noticing that she still wasn’t sitting as properly as she would have liked and would be the most comfortable with, he then proceeded to smoothy and very easily, lifting up her whole body with a smile before quickly placing her in a very comfortable, proper sitting position. “Good morning Mrs Gotha,”he teased a little his eyes crinkling with loving amusement after she had wished him good morning, her voice always sounding like golden melody to his ears. He then followed her gaze the tender devoted adoration he had earlier for their child returning to his eyes as he looked idly with serene happiness at his wife’s actions with their unborn child in her belly. He then chuckled along with her upon hearing her the sound emitted from her stomach as well as Emilia’s comical response to it. “No worries, sweetheart, I will attend to your very apparent hunger pangs right now,”he smirked, his dark brown eyes twinkling a little boyishly at her, before he turned his head to grab their cordless bedside phone with his right hand. Turning back to face her with a wide smile that naturally very easily came to his these days everersince he married Emilia, he then spoke again cheerfully, “So what shall we have today? Any of your usual favorite breakfast dishes? “he asked, unable to keep a slightly hopeful tone out of his voice. “Or do you feel like ordering one of your-ahem-”he swallowed a little nervously, not wanting to offend her,-..”curious mix of pregnancy meal cravings?” he smiled quickly. “Or it something wildly new this time around?”he asked the last question with an ounce of genuine humor crinkling his expression. “And if it’s any of the latter two choices, gentle reminder that you, my dear wife, are not too worry about accidentally asking our palace chefs too cook too much of a quantity, as they will most definitely not go to waste, “ he smiled reassuring at his wife. “And I’m 110% sure of that fact because Eddie, has ‘unfortunately’ recently returned back home from his latest political ambassador trip and I’ve just received word from Alicia, that his definitely coming along with her and their son for our small get-together luncheon this afternoon,”he groaned softly, though both he and Emilia knew that it was only a half-hearted groan that bore no ill will towards the younger sandy-brown haired prince. And that in actual fact, Kriztian quite liked the charming, extremely affable, purely good-hearted, loyal and smart Scottish witch prince , who after all these years, and after everything the whole lot of them have been through together in Romania, had definitely grown up, matured a little bit more, and was definitely wiser and really responsible man currently. Though at the same time, Kristian was also only slightly tolerable of his mischievous antics, which he still never fully got rid of as they were ingrained in Eddie’s very playful personality, and even, soul, in Kriztian’s bemused private opinion, and Kriztian was the only among the group who could still easily get easily exasperated or irritated sometimes by the overly jovial, still rather spontaneous and quite mischievous doings of the very much younger friend of theirs. “Well, to be honest, he was only very much younger than Kriztian, not Emilia if one were to count according to physical age,“ he mused wryly. “So you can be certain my dear, that his ever-hungry wolf-hound of a nose will sniff out any leftovers of any new unique pregnancy craving dishes we make today and proceed to try them out and swallow them whole with that ravenous appetite of his,”he shuddered at the thought of Eddie, one of the few people he knew who had a bottomless pit of a stomach that could wolf down either 7 or 8 meals a day with easy satisfaction. No one had yet to see a dish that Eddie didn’t like and couldn’t seem to eat. “How that boy maintains his quite fit physique of a body without gaining thousands of pounds by now, completely baffles me,”he shakes his head wryly, a corner of his lips quirking up slightly in amusement towards Emilia.
When Emilia’s free hand went to hold his left hand, he then clasped her smaller hand back securely in his larger one as he then interlaced his finger between her fair ones, as a warm feeling of satisfactory comfort shot through his being even with this simple loving gesture from her. He then fondly watched her admiring the simple beauty of their two wedding bands locked next to each other, which was one of the things signifying the meaningful depth of their union. Upon hearing her question, he then smiled a little self-conciously before answering, “I actually woke up a little over half an hour ago, but I just couldn’t get out of the bed due to the perfect opportunity of being able to watch your beautiful sleeping face, my darling,”he explained warmly with deep and tender emotion in his voice. He grinned wider as he recalled something,” And I take it that you were having a very wonderful dream, my love? Because you were smiling one your most beautiful smiles while you slept,”he said with a slightly playful twinkle in his eyes
the very gentle and tender kiss he placed on her belly making her let out a soft sigh out of happiness at the lovely sight, emilia then watched her husband crawl back to her side, knowing full well what he meant by ‘wishing her a proper good morning’, since he would do the same thing every morning ever since they got married and that was something she loved so very much given that it was as if she could never get enough of him no matter how much time she’d get to spend at his side -- him welcoming each morning with a passionate, affectionate and full of love kiss placed on her lips, which she responded to just as much enthusiasm every single time. she was so used to starting her day with a kiss from her husband that she was convinced that the days she couldn’t get to kiss him when she woke up ( even though those times wouldn’t happen frequenty, there were still times that he would have to spend the night, or many nights on particular occasions, away from her ) her day wouldn’t go well. it was like a habit, she was so used to those small things of theirs like this that even the slightest of thoughts about being seperated in some way - those would usually be memories from romania, sometimes would even occur in her nightmares - caused terrible hurt for the british girl, she’d rather not even think of that possiblity if she could help it. it wasn’t usually hard, though. she was so happy with her life now that she could easily forget about those dark times and focus on her new family, her new life in his country. away from all the terrible things she had to go through in her hometown, away from romania ... this was perfect. her life with him was like a tale, with ups and downs, but it was theirs and she loved it with every ounce of her being.
so when he captured her lips with his, she responded to the kiss with ease, her lips moving in sync with his so naturally as if they were made for each other. and she liked to believe just that - she was meant to be his and him hers. the unstoppable and un-ending love she carried for him could only be explained that way. once his lips left hers there was a small pout on her face for a second, not liking being seperated from him, though it vanished the next second. her smile was not only returned, it had also grown even bigger when he helped her sit up; she loved when he made her know he was here and he’d help her through anything with even the smallest of gestures like that. she admired that about him a lot, that he wouldn’t mind helping her whenever she had even the smalles of struggles, whatever that might be. for some that could be tiring, especially back when they were in romania and all that crazy stuff was happening and she needed his protection most of the time when someone threatening their lives would happen, but kriztian, he never seemed to be annoyed with that. and that, was just one of the many reasons she fell in love with him.
once she was settled in a better sitting position she let out a breath, resting her back against her pillow, satisfied with the comfort it allowed her. listening to him call her ‘mrs gotha’, she bit her lip softly - damn, that could never get old. she still felt that flutter of heart everytime he’d call her with her relatively newly given surname since that was an another small sign of her belonging to him forever and more, just like their wedding bands and her love for them. in all honesty, she was proud to be mrs gotha, she would carry his surname for the rest of her life with the same amount of pride, she knew that so well. when he playfully spoke again, though, her affectionate smile was then replaced with a grin now, just as playful. sure, she had always loved food but ever since her pregnancy began her love for food had significantly grew more it seemed, apart from those times she couldn’t eat a thing because of nausea, of course. and just like almost any other pregnant woman, she had consumed some questionable choice of food pairings, which would seem disgusting for some other people but to her, they tasted like heaven - to put it in her exact words. hearing his questions she grinned and shook her head, closing her eyes momentarily. “curious mix of pregnancy cravings ... it’s one kind way to put it, eh?” she chuckled anyway, of course she wasn’t offended by that. she knew how odd some of her picks were but at the same time it was very natural. just like any other pregnant woman, that happened with her a lot that he was clearly used to that by now. “don’t worry, i’m just going to go for pancakes with raspberry syrup today.” she said, then tilted her head to the side a bit, giving him the ‘puppy eyes’ accompanied with one of her playful smiles. “...and some pickles on the side? please, love? oh, and peanut butter!” alright, now she was at it again. the twinkle in her eyes showing that how excited already for today’s craving food, she then looked at him again, holding her index finger up as if an invisible bulb just lit above her head. “and lemonade.” she added, a guilty smile on her face but she couldn’t help it. when she had a craving, she’d want everything at once; sweet, salty, sour ... and in all honesty, that wasn’t the worst she had ever requested.
ready to watch him explain her order of breakfast for today ( it’d always amuse her how he’d sometimes have to repeat the order when it sounded a bit tad crazy and the chefs had hard time imagining some of the ingredients together ) she heard him talk about eddie, the mischievous troublemaker she met in romania who she grew to like very much and his wife who she happened to meet and become close friends with later, her lips parted open in surprise and then quickly formed into a smile. “oh -- that’s great!” she said cheerfully, looking at her husband. “i missed them a lot, it’s always lovely having them here, can’t wait for when they arrive. ” now with that she was in even a better mood, smiling brightly at kriztian, then she chuckled upon hearing him groan. but she knew that that was one out of fondness, she knew he liked that playful witch just as much. it was always so fun to spend time with them and she could consider them family, even. being close with alicia, she felt thankful for that since ever since she found out about her pregnancy, she could turn to her for anything, any question or help she needed. and finally their son, she loved him very dearly and believed he brought such joy to the castle the moment finleys stepped foot in the place. the thought making her smile still, she let out a heartfelt laughter at her husband’s comments on eddie, shaking her head. “i’m afraid one day he’ll eat anything and everything edible in the castle. honestly, i’d consider myself to be a foodie but he -- that’s some new level even i can’t be.”
she then leaned to the side and into him a bit, always feeling the need to be close to him. how couldn’t she? the love she held for him was so big, so much that she couldn’t handle it sometimes, it was one of those cliché butterflies in stomach kind of love even, and she could only help the longing for him that never faded away by being near him, holding him close, breathing in his familiar scent ... that was peaceful, that was happiness. listening to him talk about when he woke up, she smiled, turning her head a bit to look at him in the eye properly, expression full of love and fondness. “kriztian..” she whispered, voice sounding so happy and affectionate before she leaned closer, placing a few kisses on his cheek, slowly making her way to his lips to give him a short but loving kiss. “oh how much i love you.” she said, arm wrapping around him as she nuzzled against his neck, the place she loved to rest her head on the best. staying like that for a bit, she was reminded once again how at peace she felt whenever they could just sit or lay in each others arms like this. that he was her home. at his question, however, she moved back a little bit just so she could look at his face when she replied.
“i saw you,” she said simply at first, giving him a soft smile, then drew her gaze down onto her almost eight months pregnant belly. “and this little peanut.” her hand placed on top of her belly again, she caressed gently, her gaze full of fondness and tender care for their unborn baby. looking back at him, she let out a soft sigh. “we were sitting in a forest, it seemed, green grass and rows of trees laid before us endlessly. there was the faint sound of a waterfall, birds chirping, some small animals running around. it was as if the sun shone for us, everything around us was so perfect ... but not as much as us. i was holding our bundle of joy in my arms, my back was resting against your chest, your arms wrapped around me and reaching for the baby who was also reaching to grab your hand with so small, so precious hands ...” her voice soft and full of love, it was clear that there was great longing to it too. “i just .. can’t wait to meet the little one, kriztian.” she knew that they had only a little more than one month to go but her being impatient was also natural. she knew he shared the same longing for their first child as well. “i’m glad it’s only a little until we become three, darling. i’m so ready for it.” she said, her smile bright and warm as she looked at kriztian, thumb caressing the baby bump softly as she felt a kick, as if the baby responded, which made her chuckle quietly and look down at her belly. “guess that means ‘me too’, huh?”
ᴋ ʀ ɪ ᴢ ᴛ ɪ ᴀ ɴ & ᴇ ᴍ ɪ ʟ ɪ ᴀ
“ ᶦ ᵐᵃʸ ⁿᵒᵗ ʰᵃᵛᵉ ᵗʰᵉ ˢᵒᶠᵗᵉˢᵗ ᵗᵒᵘᶜʰ ᶦ ᵐᵃʸ ⁿᵒᵗ ˢᵃʸ ᵗʰᵉ ʷ ᵒ ʳ ᵈ ˢ ᵃˢ ˢᵘᶜʰ ᵃⁿᵈ ᵗʰᵒᵘᵍʰ ᶦ ᵐᵃʸ ⁿᵒᵗ ˡᵒᵒᵏ ˡᶦᵏᵉ ᵐᵘᶜʰ …ᶦ’ᵐ ʸᵒᵘʳˢ. ”
“ ʷᵉˡˡ, ᵒᵖᵉⁿ ᵘᵖ ʸᵒᵘʳ ᵐᶦⁿᵈ ᵃⁿᵈ ˢᵉᵉ ˡᶦᵏᵉ ᵐᵉ ᵒᵖᵉⁿ ᵘᵖ ʸᵒᵘʳ ᵖˡᵃⁿˢ ᵃⁿᵈ ᵈᵃᵐⁿ ʸᵒᵘ’ʳᵉ ᶠʳᵉᵉ ˡᵒᵒᵏ ᶦⁿᵗᵒ ʸᵒᵘʳ ʰ ᵉ ᵃ ʳ ᵗ ᵃⁿᵈ ʸᵒᵘ’ˡˡ ᶠᶦⁿᵈ ˡᵒᵛᵉ ᶦ ʷᵒⁿ’ᵗ ʰᵉˢᶦᵗᵃᵗᵉ ⁿᵒ ᵐᵒʳᵉ …ᶦ’ᵐ ʸᵒᵘʳˢ. ”
@vampirekriztian-gotha ( x ) / ( x )
Of shining mornings and idyllic moments(01)
emiliv:
vampirekriztian-gotha:
@emiliv
Bright daylight had already begun streaming in through the sheer very faint pinkish-white gauzy curtains and creamy eggshell-white, embroidered damask drapes, for the past couple of hours of the morning but Kriztian was in no mood to get out of bed. He had woke up about half an hour ago, but had chosen to spend the last 30 minutes staring wondrously and with an expression full of love at his beautiful wife’s sleeping face. He still couldn’t believe how lucky he was after all this while and the mountainfulls of ups and downs, rollercoaster of emotions and drama, as well as the extremely eventful and tumultuous journey of their relationship, that he could now call Emilia his wife and be at her side always and for all eternity for the rest of their lives together.
His beloved Emilia was now sleeping peacefully by his side, her face turned towards facing him on her thick, plush downy pillow, with her body also turned towards him, as during the middle of the night she had, as per a, sometimes-usual habit, she had shifted her sleeping position to sleep sideways facing him. And more often than not, whenever he managed to detect that, he would pull her closer to snuggle towards him with his long, and heavy muscular arm draped above her head and placing its pressure on the top part of her pillow instead, as his right hand which was wearing his daylight ring lovingly clasped her right arm, just below her shoulder, securely. Last night was no exception, just that right now, that instead of having his right arm draped over her, he had moved his arm so that he could bend it to use his right hand to prop his head up sideways, so that he could observe and stare lovingly at her whole face easily. God she was so beautiful and looked so tender and sweet when she slept. Her long eyelashes and fair eyelids closed her beautifully mesmerizing bright blue eyes from him right now unfortunately, but at least he could still see her soft pink lips which he loved to kiss every so often, every day, eversince they got married, her perfect and cute nose and both her lovely pair of cheeks and chin. Her aforementioned lips was currently curved into one her beautiful smiles as she slept which made Kriztian think that she must be having a wonderful dream currently. “What of?” he wondered inwardly to himself, wearing a soft smile of his own as he continued studying her. He could stare wondrously at her face all day, be it, awake or asleep and never be tired of it. In fact, he would never, ever get tired of looking at her till the day he died.
The golden rays of sunlight rested slightly on a lower part of her face as well as her hair, giving her blonde tresses and face a shining golden glow, not that she wasn’t already naturally glowing in Kriztian’s everyday eyes, it was just that the golden rays made her face looked even more angelic at the moment. Unable to resist it any longer, he then lowered his head down towards her face and kissed her tenderly on her forehead, very near her eyes. After drawing back, he could have sworn he saw the edges of her mouth give a tiny twitch, but after waiting for a couple of seconds with a held-in breath to see if he had accidentally disturbed her sleep and awoken her before she was ready to wake up, no other movements happened for on her facial features and he let out a relaxed breath. A minute later however, Emilia then suddenly shifted her sleeping position and chose to suddenly sleep on her back instead, but seeing as her eyes were still closed shut, he assumed that she was just naturally turning in her sleep. Her left arm then went to rest on top of her chest and just above a certain part of her body which he was at this period of time, very much in love with, slightly more than the rest of her body parts,: her swollen stomach which was carrying their unborn child in her womb. Kriztian’s grin was then a mixture of bemusement and love as he then slowly and silently sat up on the bed before balancing himself on his two strong arms, as he then crept over her nearly 8 months pregnant large stomach. “Good morning, sweet pea,”he then whispered softly, his mouth just a few inches above the nightgown covering Emilia’s belly. “Your mummy and I can’t wait to see you soon, little one, “he cooed softly with a great amount of tenderness in his voice and love on his face. And as if the baby could miraculously hear him, Kriztian then at the next minute,felt their unborn baby kick in response within Emilia’s stomach, as it so happened that Kriztian had then, at that very second, laid his left hand which had his golden wedding ring on it, gently on top of her stomach. An expression of utmost tender delight then filled his facial expression as he then took off his hand and instead opted to lay his face very softly and with the least amount of pressure as possible on top of his wife’s belly just to hear their first unborn child’s heartbeat in very close proximity and intimateness. His face sideways laid down was turned up in Emilia’s direction of her face, but his eyes were momentarily not really focusing much on her, as his dark orbs was now sparkling with euphoria and a huge delighted grin could be seen on his face as he continued concentrating and listening to their first unborn baby’s beating heart with the aid of his vampiric hearing.
“so beautiful ... right?” her voice soft as feather, the british girl was trying her very best not to accidentally wake up the small bundle of joy that she was holding in her arms. sitting on the grass, surrounded by endless rays of trees - emilia felt like as if she was the happiest woman in this world right now, and the chances of her being exactly that was very high in all seriousness. her first child held securely in her arms, with her back resting against the man she loved with all her heart; her husband who she met under strange and overwhelming circumstances but despite everything they had been through, despite his fears and everything the universe threw at them, they had finally made it out of the woods. just like their vows, through thick and thin, they stuck together and dark days were over now. and as if to be the proof of it, their baby was looking right back at them small hands held out to reach to them, which made emilia’s expression turn into one of great affection as she looked down at their child.
“the most beautiful thing in this world,” she heard kriztian say, voice low and soft before his hand moved closer for the baby to grab. oh how precious the scene was. if she could, emilia would capture this very moment to relive it over and over again since she believed that to be the most amazing sight she had ever witnessed - the biggest loves of her life together, smiling at each other in joy and happiness. she then felt kriztian’s lips being pressed onto her forehead, which in return put a smile on her face as she turned to look at the german man with love and affection in her eyes. seeing him look back at her finally, emilia’s smile grew wider as she inched closer to him to place a loving kiss on his lips.
and that was when she closed her eyes, only to open them to a whole different scenary. the seemingly endless green surrounding them was gone and replaced with the warm tones of the familiar room -- the bedroom she shared with kriztian.
it took her a couple seconds to realize she was just dreaming, blinking her eyes sleepily as she tried to focus her sight on the left side of the king sized bed as her head was turned to the direction already, expecting to see kriztian sleeping beside her but when her gaze was met with the empty sheets instead she furrowed her eyebrows, holding her head up a bit to let her gaze wander around the room. but soon enough she saw the sight which was so adorable that her lips instantly curled into a soft smile and an expression filled with affection appeared on her face. her husband sitting there with his head resting on her belly, seemingly listening to the movements or heartbeat of their unborn child in her womb. chest tightening and heart pace picking up as she was hit by a wave of emotions, emilia reached to gently run her fingers through his dark hair, big blue eyes gazing at him lovingly. “bonding time without me, i see.” she said, a hint of playfulness laced in her voice which was very soft nonetheless, just like everytime she’d speak to the love of her life, that very man who she was married to and ready to start a family with very soon. her smile never leaving her expression she slowly propped herself up onto her elbows, movements slow. one of the hardships of carrying a child, she was a lot slower with things now and it had only been getting worse ever since she started to show up, but she knew it’d all be worth it once she had her baby in her arms -- just like she didn in her dream.
holding onto his strong arm emilia helped herself into a comfortable position by supporting her back with one of the puffy pillows on the bed , though still not sitting properly, since she’d need his help for that. once she was comfortable again, she put her hand on the side of her belly as she looked at kriztian. “good morning love.” she said softly, smiling at him before her gaze wandered towards the swollen baby bump. “morning to you too, little peanut.” fingers gently caressing her belly, she then felt the kick that was soon followed by a grumble from her stomach, which made her chuckle with her head tilted back slightly. “give me a break, i just woke up!” chuckling still, she shook her head, looking at her husband now. seeing that happy look on his face, she realized how even more handsome and attractive he looked with a smile on his face, as if it was possible for someone to look that good. but there he was, making her heart flutter like the first time everytime she laid eyes on her and now was no exceptation. her free hand reaching to hold his, she admired how beautiful the sight of their wedding rings looked together which she was sure she could never get enough of - seeing the sign of their marriage could never get old for her. head tilting to the side slightly, she looked into his lovely dark orbs, thumb caressing on the back of his hand. “when did you wake up?”
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Who’s the first to wake up in the morning: Emilia maybe?;) Idk..cos Kriztian ain’t that much of a very early riser unless he has important duties/matters to attend to. But once in a blue moon, he might just wake up early just to see Emilia’s naturally beautiful face while she’s sleeping and when the sunlight rays hit her face. (pssst, that’s how much of the inner romantic he is half the time, when he’s in love ;) hehehe)
Who’s the one to make breakfast: Emilia? She’s probably the better chef then he is.
Who’s the one to serve the other breakfast in bed: Both? on different occasions.
Who would suggest a quickie in the morning before work: I can def see Kriztian doing this XD but as for Emilia, I can’t really say since I don’t know much about her sexual/kinky side, yet ;)P
Who suggests they both ditch work to lay around all day: Emilia probs? XD
Who chooses the movies: Emilia
Who initiates kissing during the moving, thus distracting the other from the movie all together: I’m really not sure XD…He’d hardly do that since he doesn’t want to disturb her as he would want Emilia to enjoy the movie as much as possible, ….but he might do on one or two occasions, if he sees how beautiful or adorable she looks at a certain movie scene or two.
Who orders lunch: Both
Who steals food from the other’s plate without asking: Emilia
Who curls up next to the other and falls asleep due to a full tummy: Emilia
Who distracts the other from trying to work at home: Emilia;D
Who asks to go get ice cream like a five year old: Emilia?? hahahaXD
Who takes pictures of their partner eating ice cream: Both
Who makes a sexual joke about the dripping ice cream on their partner’s face: Kriztian maybe on a few occasions only tho..
Who cooks dinner: Both? But for Kriztian it depends on the occasion. Cos cooking isn’t exactly his forte;)
Who cleans up the kitchen afterwards: Kriztian hands down!
Who stays up until 2 reading: Emilia
Who stares at their partner while their sleeping: Kriztian def would but I think Emilia sometimes would too?
Who kisses their partner while they sleep: Both :)
Melissa Benoist and Daniel Gillies for @thecrownprincessapollina-aalders
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I had this manip requested on july 24/25 before all that stuff happened, so I just saw it today and OMGGG THIS MANIP IS AMAZING!! LOOK AT HOW BLISSFULLY HAPPY THEY ARE EVEN AFTER MANY YEARS OF MARRIAGE LATER DOWN IN THE FUTURE!!<3 <3 <3 CAN U IMAGINE IT, MAX DEAREST!! XX
lookkk, lookie at how cute and adorable melissa benoist is, max!!<3 xx *hearts eyes*
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vampirekriztian-gotha:
Kriztian’s smile got a little brighter and appeared to be even boyish-looking than ever upon hearing her small chuckle and seeing the look of merry amusement on her face. “750 years,”he replied with a small dry chuckle back at her response. Ignoring the apparent teasing and subtle and slightly flirtatious tone that indirectly went along with her statement, he then continued,“I’m 750 years old and that’s the number of years I’ve been - ah how do you put it?..gracing, most parts of this vast Earth for,” he teased back, with very small hint of playfulness in his tone. At that moment, Kriztian didn’t know why but he chose to recklessly ignore this slightly playful part of him that was coming out this instance, and almost impulsively and without thinking rationally, he went on with this very un-Kriztian-like action of his. “I must be going out of my senses. What with all this dramatic stress and draining pressure and worry caused by all the past dreadful events of this past month, it wasn’t any wonder or irrational, if I were really going a bit off my mind,”he mused. .. But then again, another possible reason why he was letting himself be a little boyishly playful with the girl in front of him right now, could be due to the thought of that said poor girl who had to endure the same bad experiences he had, but with probably twice the pressure he possibly had, and she might have internally gone through, ten times worse than he did, of terrible hellish experience in this dratted place, due to her physical vulnerability as human girl who seemed to be inexperienced with any sort of grueling fighting or battles, she was probablly leaning to feelings of worry, high stress, slight paranoia and fear for her safety or even life. Even though he knew that Emilia could put on a brave face and brave spirit or armor when it was necessary, Kriztian was pretty sure that without even asking her right now, she had probably already viewed that grimly dark viral video of the mysterious and brutal werewolf murder and Kriztian wouldn’t blame her if she happened to presently be a little on the high edge these days. Thus with these present thoughts now in mind, Kriztian was starting to think that this summer ball, which he was initially disgusted by, as he had viewed it as cover up excuse of the Paragons that only further showcased their incompetency in dealing with the current problems at hand and highlighted the shadiness of this whole marriage scheme even more, was actually starting to morph into a pretty good distraction to take most of the scared beings’ minds off the current slightly dark circumstances they were in, to offer a break and bring a sense of peace and relaxation to most of the royals here even if it was only temporary. Kriztian himself now realized, that he too needed this short little respite from the problems currently plaguing his and his family members minds, and what more so of a kind-hearted, soft and bright-hearted pure human soul like Emilia? Thus Kriztian now strongly concluded that he would do whatever it took to ensure that Emilia Banks had a perfect ball night. At least just for tonight, she deserved a 100% happy and peaceful night. She currently seemed to be whole-heartedly enjoying herself very much here based on her current facial expressions, body language and present air, which Kriztian had been observing as many times as possible from the moment he walked in and laid eyes on her. He wouldn’t be able to forgive himself for some time period if he accidentally ruined or took away her current happiness, thus if allowing a small bit or part of his playfullness or light-hearted side to come every once in awhile to Emilia, just to make sure that her night was perfect, then by jove he would do it, even if it meant betraying his present persona and personality he had been wearing for the past few centuries.
He liked the way she sighed. As that thought came in without warning, Kriztian had to hurriedly shake it away from his brain and tried to re-focus back on Emilia who had now started speaking again. That was another of those weird and highly un-explainable thoughts that would come every now and then, whenever he was with or around Emilia . What the hell was wrong with him nowadays?? “I do,” he nodded. “And in fact, it is actually highly reasonable for you to be very excited about your lovely and truly historical ballgown and you shouldn’t care what others think of that. To be completely candid, if there are people who think that it’s unreasonable of you to exhibit such a behaviour, those are the kind of people you shouldn’t even need to even trouble your mind with or associate with at all, as they are probably un-poectic beings, or have no sentimental bone in their body or perhaps they even don’t value family background or history, “he spoke bluntly, not really caring much if his words sounded a little jaded or slightly hard or even, some might say, a bit contemptuous. Kriztian had spent too many years being exposed to the various uglier or bad sides of of human nature long enough to become quite cynical , dry, a little jaded and also to adopt a couldn’t really care less transparent shell if his words contained not-so-nice, brutal truths.
Seeing Emilia’s bubbly self coming out right now again as she had a tendency to bring it out sometimes , half the time he was with her, Kriztian current quite good mood, lifted up even higher than ever. he had to secretly admit that he admired the way she was able to naturally be so bright and bubbly and if he was being completly honest he preferred that she remained as bubbly as long as possibly during their-who knows how long?-stay here in the castle He kinda kiled seeing that side of her personality and nature , the longer he was in her presence. “Well, “he mused out loud, “ if this ballgown is such of deep importance and highly precious family knowledge to you, you should probably try writing that “essay” down into a journal perhaps? So that it might become one of the history books on Emilia Banks, to be read by the future generations of humankind or even by your own future great-great-granchildren,”he smiled lightly. “For trust me, I’ve been around long enough to know that some people have a tendency to blow things slightly out-of-proportion when passing down family background stories by the word-of-mouth method till there are quite a few instances, that a family’s history story becomes more of a fabrication and much lesser of the real facts about what had happened or the actual truth.” Till now, Kriztian had yet to to register in his head, the possible implications of him using the term “future great-great-grandchildren” might have on Emilia’s mind upon hearing him say those words, as he was too busy being genuine about giving some advice to Emilia regarding the preservation of her family’s background stories.
Oh dear Lord, her smile! Kriztian was now, like a similar part of his initial experience upon catching sight of her some minutes ago before their current conversation, completely wonderstruck by the blindingly wonderful and beautiful reaction to his highly unplanned and unexpected earlier comment. At this very moment, Kriztian took back the initial regret he had felt and blame he had internally ranted on himself earlier for making that wildly unexpecetd remark of wanting to see her wearing her dress again as he was now given the most delightful first-hand view of seeing Emilia’s enchanting golden expressions and actions to his remark. Oh that beautiful, angelic, soft , and sweet cherry-red lips of hers that was curving into such a .. Stop! Stop thinking of her lips that way, you idiot and say something. As he was about to speak something, anything in order to distract himself from staring in wonder at the slightly glowing happiness that was somehow radiating off her, which was amazingly brought about by such a simple remark from him, he was then forced to close his mouth as she suddenly lifted her gaze back to him and looked at him straight with her exquisite, always-beautiful lake-blue eyes into his own dark brown orbs. Currently lost in the moment of slightly staring back at her lovely, very bright and pretty blue pools, Kriztian almost didn’t hear her soft mumble of a reply coming from Emilia’s lovely sweet voice. “Good gods man, break the silence! Break the silence!“ the rational part of his brain screamed at him. Say something. He absolutely had to speak before he did something similar to what he accidentally had done during that afternoon outing of theirs weeks ago or even repeated that un-thinking action of his again, which could hold a chance of possibly spoiling her night. Hurriedly clearing his surprising dry throat, he then spoke as quickly as he could,” Well, yes, you certainly should, Emilia. It would be a shame to not wear such beloved and lovely dress of your ancestors a few more times and plus you would definitely put a smile on many other people’s faces the moment they see you, with that pretty picture you make in that dress,”he smiled back politely with a slightly pleasant tone, trying to construct his sentences in such a way that it would come off as being as non-romantic as possible.
He liked her golden-sounding laughter. Dammit!! “Here was another of those confusing emotions and weird thoughts coming to disturb him again,”he almost groaned out loud in despair. Did Emilia have any idea of the weird, unexplainable effects she had on him?? Not that he was actually going to tell her that truth to her in any near future or even if at all, but he still half -wished she had telepathic powers or something, so she would know to stop doing those slightly adorable and highly-pleasing, and- dare he say it?- wonderful actions and mannerisms of hers. She was going to be the death of him by the end of tonight. He was that sure of it. He nearly chuckled out loud again in reaction to her acting playful and trying to tease him again. Highly deriving pleasure just from looking at her very big and prefect smile, he then smiled back amiably as he answered, “ Yes, I do. I think I just might still have tow preserved left in fact. You;re very lucky and that you might able to have a chance to see it hanging in one of my rooms or maybe in one of the hallways when we go back to Germany in our large Gotha family castle, “he said in a pleasant and rather matter-of-a fact voice. “That is to say, if my lovely little sister has not deign to renovate the place again for the hundredth time,”he smiled in slightly lively humor as he shook his head at the thought of his entertaining younger sister.
When Emilia stepped closer to him and closed whatever initial small distance or space they had between them, he was then given a confirmed answer by her action , that she indeed wanted to take on this tango dance with him. He was slightly surprise to hear her heartbeat, which he long been atuned to hearing for by now after all this time they’ve been together, was rapidly beating faster. Was she very nervous or..He hadn’t much time to analyze further as she then had quickly made the gentle action of trailing her soft left hand from one of his shoulder to the back of his neck which then lead to him experiencing that familiar delightful and warming sensation cursing through his back again. He was then, slightly oblivious to her clear and loudly beating heart, for he was currently immersed in all his senses being fully surrounded by the pleasurable strong whiff of her perfume and oh-god, the highly familiar and enchanting smell of her lilies-of-the valley-,yes he was sure it was the scent of that particular flower this time around, body wash that was still lingering on her fair, smooth skin and body. He had to force himself to come out of his delightedly hazy mind that was being clouded by the smell of her extremely lovely body scents and concentrate on their current dance that was about to start any moment now. His longer and slightly larger fingers curled back on her hand and he held on to Emilia’s soft and smaller hand in a slightly warm, very secure but not too tight motion. His right arm then found it’s way automatically to press slightly on the upper half of her back , some distance above her waist, with his palm laid flat securely there in order to help balance her for some of the movements they were going to partake in later when they started to tango. The moment the music started playing with a slightly gentle and slow speed at first, he proceed to sway in perfect slow rhythm with her , while his dark orbs held Emilia’s glance with a sightly warm and kind expression reflecting in his own pair of eyes. The moment the well-known tango song was about to pick up tempo a bit more, Emilia then suddenly surprised him a little as she slightly whispered to him with three simple words of “Don’t let me fall” , before her pretty eyelashes fluttered at him as she then continued with a pure whisper this time oft he word “Please.“ Glancing to her slightly vulnerable and a a little uncertain-of-herself eyes, Kriztian then felt the strongest need and urge to reassure her and with a firm, deep and slightly gentle voice filled with full of sincerity and warm trust, he uttered back, “Trust me, Emilia. I won;t.. ever.. let you fall, “his last short sentence coming to sound more like a deep inexplicable vow than just a simple promise of the moment, which slightly surprised him himself, as his dark gaze that was still locked on her lovely face, stared at her back with intensity that showed how weirdly serious he was when making that statement He had no inkling why at all presently, but he somehow, quite deep down wanted Emilia to take him whole-heartedly at his word and somehow trust him, not just for tonight, but if he was being completely honest, always till the end, that he would never, ever, let her fall if he could damn well help it.
Without waiting for her answer, as he hoped he was right in assuming that she had already instantly taken him at his word just by looking at her face which he was still holding gaze with, he then proceeded to pull her into a short but smooth slide-step. Almost a very quick second after that, he then a little speedily but quite gently lowered her in a small but hopefully, delightful dip for her body backwards before half a second later quickly pulling her back up with same equal amount of gentleness. With their bodies back into the same initial closeness they were at the start of the dance, he then moved slowly back and forth again a couple of times with her, keeping with the still moderately paced music and then switching to swaying sideways with her, while his face then turned slightly to the side, away temporarily from their current close glances at each other. After about eight seconds or so in dancing in that method, he then recognized that the song was about to reach the passionate, more quicker and slightly sensual and long chorus part in the next couple of seconds, so in a hushed but steady voice, he then glanced back at her face with a sincere and slightly soften expression and speedily spoke, “I really need you to say you trust me now, Emilia.”
“750 years...” emilia repeated, the feeling of surprise laced in her words. sure, she knew he was old - she had heard of the gotha family before, they weren’t young like their neighbour irish vampire family, but now that she knew that a person who lived seven centuries and a half was standing in front of her now, and that man also happened to be the one she was going to marry, was something else entirely. compared to his, her twenty-five years of life experience seemed to be nothing and she immediately wondered how it must feel like to be alive for so long. how many countries he had been to, had seen rise and fall? how many musical instruments he knew how to play? how many famous or historical people he had known? there were too many questions in her mind she wanted to ask but this was not the time, nor the place to ask him numerous questions and she also didn’t know if he’d be willing to have a talk with her about his past. but given the chance, she’d definetely want to ask and listen to whatever wonderful stories he might have. before she could think on that more, he used her wording to somewhat tease her, emilia blushed even harder, her cheeks and the bridge of her nose flushing deep pink immediately. oh god, he could get her all blushing with a single word. oh well.
listening to him talk about how she shouldn’t listen to people who were like she had mentioned, she knew he was right. no matter how hard he was going on those people - even with only words - it was the truth after all. and she already knew that he could be very blunt when he wanted so it didn’t surprise her to hear such things from him and she even could go as far as to say that it actually made her feel even better about being excited over such a thing, she liked the way how he reassured her about it. it wasn’t like she knew he wasn’t doing anything wrong or that she would change her harmless behaviour but to hear that she wasn’t being silly by that from someone who was rational and had a very, very long life experience gave her more courage. so to show that she appreciated and also understood what he was telling her, she gave him a soft smile despite his bluntness and slightly hardened features, looking like the opposite of him but surely, their thoughts and feelings on the matter were the same nonetheless. “you’re right, i have no reason to change my behaviour or hide my feelings, my excitement isn’t harmful after all, i’m free to feel whatever or however i want.” she nodded firmly, agreeing with him. they shared the same thoughts after all, it was just that she put it with a softer manner.
sensing his good mood, emilia felt more at ease, starting to believe her high spirits and bubbly self wasn’t being annoying to him at all. since emilia really wanted him to feel comfortable around her - they were to be wed and be around each other constantly especially after they leave to go to germany when everyone in the castle was married so that was a natural thing to want even though she felt like deep inside, it was not just her needing him to be comfortable with her, she wanted him to like her, not tolerate her - so it was a good thing to see that he was not bored with her or something, otherwise that’d make her feel pretty bad considering she really wanted to spend the night with him, she just couldn’t help it. she had quite a few friends that she made here, her cousin, a few old acquaintances that she could spend time with and she’d actually have fun with them too actually, but for some reason it was him that she wanted to be with tonight despite everything, despite the fact that he probably didn’t like her as much as those other people she knew, it was kriztian she wanted to speak with, it was him she needed to be around. it was a weird feeling but she knew that she’d feel pretty bad if he was to soon excuse himself and go mingle with other people and spend his time with someone else. it was like without him, she would to pretty okay, she wouldn’t be frantically looking for him after all but now that she had seen him and actually had some time together, she found herself to be needing him to stay with her. she was very happy like that, getting to know him and that teasing back and fort, compliments that weren’t dry like many other people’s, locking gaze with each other -- basically every little thing passed between them got her craving more and she felt so lucky and glad to know that he chose to spend time with her. he came to her when he could simply walk away after seeing her and she wouldn’t even know but for some reason he did come and that thought alone made her feel... cared about. she could be wrong, it could only be because he was a gentleman and could have nothing to do with her happiness but just him being his kind self, but she liked to think she mattered. it didn’t happen a lot after all, so she’d enjoy the feeling as long as he allowed her to feel that way.
“maybe i should.” she nodded slowly, despite the thoughts roaming in her mind, she had managed to listen to him talk about the dress and actually writing an essay on it. he was right, people tended to alter things the way they pleased when there was no written or any other reliable source to get information from. it was so ironic that she’d laugh if they weren’t at a ball and she wouldn’t look like a crazy person, that there was actually some major information about her family that’d go down in history as wrong. one that had been haunting her for years, that she knew she couldn’t light a shine on the matter even if she wanted to. she could write essays and journals on the dress or any other thing about her family but that one thing could never be changed, or so she was made to believe. and she knew if she ever did write it down, it’d only cause more harm than anything so it was to stay as a burden to her, probably her whole life however long it was. and it pained her to know that but to not bringing down her, or worse -- his mood, she didn’t let her expression change too much as she smiled gently, keeping her eyes on him. “i’ve always thought about writing a book anyway. you know, to be immortal even after i’m gone.” she said softly, head slightly tilting to the side as her gaze wandered on his features freely. “well -- with you immortality has a whole different meaning but i guess it wouldn’t hurt to share thoughts and information with other people. and yes, that’s be such a precious thing for someone to leave to their children and grandchildren. i, for one, know that i’d take very good care of such a thing - just like this dress - and it’d be very precious to me if my grandma ever left something like that for me and next generations.” she smiled sweetly at him, even though she didn’t know if he really thought she’d ever get to have grandchildren given that it’d only be possible if they had them since she had no intentions to have children with someone else while being married to him and cause scandals, if theirs was going to be a political alliance only, then that’d mean no family of her own for her, which was very sad for someone like emilia who valued family the most and had dreams of having her own in the future but even in a marriage without love involved, she’d still be faithful. but nonetheless, having him mention such a thing put a warm, unknown and weird sensation in her chest, making her take a deep breathe as she looked at him. that was an another thing, she found herself needing for more air sometimes when he was around her, even only looking at him had that effect on her. oh well, it was safe to say he was breathtaking, then.
god, he was definetely looking into her soul. his gaze was piercing, she felt like if he looked into her eyes a little bit more intensely, he could read her whole life, feel any and every emotion that passed her. she had never seen any other man carrying that much meaning in his eyes, and there had definetely been no other man who made her suck in a sharp breath like that with just one look. he was nothing like the people she had met before, he was different than them all and despite how hard it usually was to read him, she enjoyed it. she enjoyed reading through his layers, she liked the fact that she was starting to differ how he acted and reacted, the fact that she could see behind his mask sometimes when he pulled it up. of course, there was a long way for her to figure his personality, figure him, but it was nice to see she was starting to do that. it was like as if he was luring her to know him more and more everytime they spoke, and she was gladly letting his personality attract her. when he made a comment again, she raised a brow in slight amusement, noticing one thing in particular in how he worded his next statement. giving an understanding nod, emilia’s smile then turned into a slight smirk as she replied. “ah, yes. it’d be kind of me to put a smile on other people’s faces by wearing that dress sometime again, i guess.” highlighting that part, she then looked at him with a clever twinkle in her eyes, letting him know that how he worded his thoughts didn’t pass through and go unnoticed. but instead of commenting on the matter further, she put back her usual smile on her face as she looked at him.
and just like that her playfulness came it was gone the next moment as her smile widened in amusement, she looked at him in disbelief even though it wasn’t that surprising for someone to have a painting of themselves. he had lived for centuries after all, it was natural for him to have more than one, even. but it was still interesting anyway and the fact that she was interested in the matter was clear on her face as she spoke. “oh really? well, aren’t i a lucky girl. i get to see kriztian gotha in ruffs and possibly sporting longer hair one day.” she teased lightly, chuckling at the thought of it. even then she was damn sure he still looked good with that style as an image like that flashed in her mind. he was looking so very charming and handsome already but she was almost sure that he looked like a freakin’ disney prince at that time. despite his hardened features and all, his face was beautiful, she could easily say that. his dark orbs swearing that they could make her fall into his deep gaze, his soft-looking lips making her have minor heart attacks anytime they curled into even the slightest of smiles, his whole face that looked like it was sculpted by the most talented artist in the world, his build, his style, his general actions -- basically everything that made him kriztian gotha lured her towards him and as much as she wanted to and did deny it, it was there; the magnetism. he was not the easiest person in this world to get along with or get close to but maybe she liked that, after all. sure, it was a struggle to make sure he was pleased with her and that she didn’t make him feel uncomfortable with her and she’d want to have things going easier and more smoothly between them but it was also an another truth that she wouldn’t change it. she was glad that it was his name that she had on her envelope back in her room.
when they were on the dancefloor and she had his hand laying on her upper back very gently but securely, the other hand holding her smaller one in his palm, she almost immediately felt more secure. it was unbelievable how safe she felt in his presence but it was even more surreal to experience being held by him, her clouded mind being a proof. she was already wondering how she could turn back to her room tonight when the ball was over and back to being alone again, without his hand on her waist or her hands cold being away from his touch and his secure way of keeping a firm hold of her hand. she knew the moment her arm snaked around her to rest on her back, she’d be craving for it when he parted from her after the dance was over. so despite how nervous she felt, she wanted it to last forever for a second but she knew that like every beautiful thing that had to end too so she decided she’d rather enjoy it as she gazed deeply into his dark hues from that very small distance, as much as her worries and nervousness let her, of course. watching his expressions after she spoke, she found the confirmation and safety on his face and didn’t even need him to say it aloud since his eyes spoke to her soul but she didn’t mind hearing it anyway, she actually very, very liked the way he put it into words. how he sounded like it was not a one time promise for this particular ocassion but always & forever kind of vow, making her heart thump against her chest even harder. he was a man of his word from what she knew about him and she knew that he meant it when he said it, that it was not an empty promise. also the gentle look on his face comforted her, making her loosen her grip on his hand which she didn’t even realize she was holding on too tight as if her life was tied to the hold she had on his hand. nonetheless, she was still holding his hand with gentle firmness as they danced, her fingertips brushing on his skin anytime they made a different move. emilia was too dazed to speak as they danced, the only thing she could do was gazing into his eyes and keeping up with him, thankfully without failing. she was being hit with too many emotions and feelings all at once and the dizziness wouldn’t leave her alone but now she knew he would be there whatever happened so she wasn’t too scared anymore. though the grip she had on the back of his neck, a little bit down his back actually, tightened slightly when he dipped her back, making her take a sharp breath as she damn literally trembled very, very slightly, but there was no question that he’d feel it. with that feeling she couldn’t name in her chest and low in her stomach radiating all around her body, she almost forgot about anyone else, her ears blocking the sounds and almost the song even, her only focus was him so every sense in her body was alarmed when he spoke again, making her eyelashes flutter as she looked at him.
“i trust you.” she replied simply, voice low and tone soft as they kept dancing, at that moment she realized her favorite part of the song was coming. she knew that was a harder part to do and, if it was the right word, more sensual than the beginning but despite how hard it was, she trusted him. she trusted him that he wouldn’t let her make a fool out of herself, she knew that they were going to have the perfect first dance. at that point, after saving her life two times and being gentle with him most of the times, and especially after tonight which he was making her have the time of her life, he could hold her hand and walk through fire together and she’d trust him with it. he was worthy of it. “and you’ll always have it.” she quickly added in whisper again, face so close to him as she positioned herself for the next part, she could swear she could see behind his eyes with that very small distance, noses almost brushing as her chest was pressed against his, holding onto him for dear life but at the same time she was very gentle, her fingers very lightly tracing on the skin of the back of his neck before she rested her hand on the fabric of his jacket, on the very upper side of his back and a little closer to his left shoulder now, getting herself ready for taking a better hold on him if she needed during this part of the dance. looking deeply into his eyes, a very small but genuine smile on her face was her reassurance that she gave him right before the tempo picked up.
pixiemayer:
‘ i just hope that it’s not as bad as the last one. ’
“so you do believe there’s a war coming our way?”
mariennemoreau:
She flushed and chuckled a bit. “Sorry for coming off so aggressive. But I appreciate the offer of sharing., especially with a stranger who must look like a complete loon right now.”
emilia shook her head firmly. “no, no. i understand that a girl’s need for chocolate can get very serious sometimes.” she chuckled. “that’s exactly why i have my own stack back in my room that i can share. us girls should look out for each other, after all.”
mariennemoreau:
Marie was feeling the pregnancy cravings hard. She found herself in the kitchen, rummaging around to find something that would suit what she wanted. “If there’s no Nutella here I’ll scream,” she said, mostly to herself.
she had came to the kitchen to have some orange juice but stood at the enterance as she watched the other rummage around. when she spoke, emilia smiled and held her hands up. “no need to scream, if there’s none i can share some from my super secret stash.” she chuckled a bit.
pixiemayer:
‘ the news…it’s so depressing. ’ she said with a sigh. ‘ do you think there’s a war starting? ’
“i hope not...” she said, frowning. “but i can’t help but think it’s possible.”
– possible conversations series : (1/?? )
…even though kriztian just smirks. boy, that smirk. @vampirekriztian-gotha
vampirekriztian-gotha:
Kriztian cocked his head to the side very slightly as he listened to her explain about the backstory behind her lovely blue ballgown. He was focusing intently to her story and at the same time he was equally enraptured by the way she talked, how her beautiful blue eyes was shining so brightly that he was sure he could see stars in them any minute now, how animated and golden her voice sounded when she started speaking in an excited tone and more importantly,.. how amazing her smile was when he first posed such a simple, small question to her. His senses became on high alert again the moment she trailed off in the middle of one of her sentences on a rather quiet and clearly sad note. He was about to inquire what brought about her sudden down mood, when she suddenly seemed to have changed her pathway of sad thoughts, like he did sometimes himself, turned around from them and brightened up again, causing him to halt from asking her the question ready on his lips. He listened quietly to her again and wisely refrained from broaching on that sudden dip in her mood earlier as he respected her wishes to not talk about it and he, of all people, knew not when to push a person to talk about something which they clearly didn’t want to dwell on or even think about. “So, you’re telling me that this ballgown is actually centuries old like me?”he asked with a small, slightly boyish-looking grin as he quirked one his eyebrows and looked at her dress again, this time with more intense interest as his sharp vampiric sight inspected the fabric of the dress, the way it was stitched, embroidered, on, and every single bits of decorative material which was added to it. His face glance up to her again a little distractedly as she spoke once again before her words registered into his mind a few seconds later and he realized that she was actually apologizing for telling a sweet little story!
“No, no,”he stated firmly. “You don’t have to apologize at all, Emilia. You had every right to go on into any kind of explanation you want since I was the one who asked you that question of “how” in the first place. So it was only obligatory and polite of me to listen no matter how lengthy your answer would be.” His expression and tone of voice then softened a little from his earlier serious tone and facial expression, and he then spoke on a more amiable note so as to reassure her and assuage whatever small worries she had of possibly boring him. “But have no fear, I actually liked your historical background of this dress a lot and to be honest, I was slightly entertained with the way you told it,”he smiled kindly. “It was in fact a very sweet and charming family story and it clearly shows me now, the high sentimental value of this dress,”he smiled pleasantly. And it clearly shows me, that you value family above all, which kind of makes me admire you further as my future wife. But that was a sentence and a thought he would refrain from uttering to her for the time bring, or to anyone else for that matter, for a couple of reasons: one; he didn’t want to give her any false hopes of romance, and two; blast it all! he was still confused as to why that thought of that good value of hers was currently giving him such a small happy light feeling in his heart right now. So till he sorted out whatever confusing and certainly impossible(!) emotions he was feeling for her at certain periods of time whenever he was with her, he would definitely not tell her that particular sentence until very much later in the future, if she needed any reassurance to go through with the arranged wedding.
He looked at her with small wonder as she actually blushed deeply rose red at her cheeks and looked so extremely happy to be receiving a compliment from him. In his long lifetime, Kriztian had only met a small percentage of women, that were actually that humble, honest, pure, innocent and truly grateful to be receiving compliments from anyone and not one of them, save for his charming, strong and witty late wife, had evoked such a warm feeling in his chest when they thanked him back with a sincere, non-coquettish warm smile like the one Emilia was giving him right now. Shaking away this unwanted thoughts again, he then gave out a small light chuckle as she made a motion of giving him a small old-fashioned curtsy while thanking him in a playful tone of voice. “I do,” he said honestly. “And I wouldn’t mind seeing you wearing it again.” He very nearly wanted to make the actual physical act of clamping his hands over his mouth, the moment after he realized what he had blurted out without thinking. Dammit! You bloody fool! “Where had that last sentence come from?”he groaned inwardly at himself. It now seemed to him like he couldn’t control his tongue whenever Emilia was around and he be damned before he actually sat down to contemplate as to why was that. He refused to do so, as then he was quite fearful that might be entering into the territory of the impossible. Which was what it meant: impossible..As Kriztian had already closed and he would even say, locked, all doors to a certain part of his heart already from the past couple of centuries ago.
Thank goodness she could take a hint and didn’t press him as to why he stopped his explanation mid-way and changed the subject. He was so immensely grateful that his “fiancee” and later on, “future wife, had good set of brains and wasn’t some mindless giggling nim-wit, a small but still likely possibility which he had entertained and he feared he might be paired up with when he initially was told of this whole marriage scheme months earlier, as he had met a few princesses before in his whole 750 years of living which actually embodied those unlucky traits he had just thought of. He laughed slightly at her statement. “Hey, I assure you, I look even more charming than any of your past human male British royals did in ruffs during that era,”he joked , with a small twinkle in his eye. It was half true, and he was honest enough to admit, the fact, and not some vain, self-important over-exaggerated claim, that he had rather naturally handsome looks to even carry off a series of ruffles in his clothing, despite how extremely feminine, he found them, even at the time period where he was forced to wear them.
If he was being completely, 100% honest wit himself, he would say that his spirits dropped a little when Emilia’s usual angelic smile (which he secretly rather liked) faded a little bit for a minute when she caught on to his change in tone, like he feared her sharp and observant mind would. Damn, damn, and blast his stupid mouth. It was too darn late now to take away his offer of a dance especially after seeing the illuminating change on her face and how her whole expression brightened up upon hearing his invite to dance. He would be a complete dunderhead if he could not see how delighted she was on being asked to dance right now and how shining her smile was currently. It actually lifted up his spirits higher than ever when she couldn’t stop smiling at him with that big, absolutely marvelous, smile of hers and he actually felt like he could watch her smile like that for hours on end without it ever boring or tiring him. Another secret thought, of course ,which he would reveal to no one, not even his close siblings at the moment. His small amusement at her usage of the German term for “mister” was wiped away the moment he saw her gown, even now more fully revealed to him than ever, and like the first second he laid eyes on her earlier tonight, he was once away thunderstruck by the breathtaking picture she portrayed in her whole beautiful ensemble.
Scrambling hard to collect himself before she noticed what a fool he must look like in five or so seconds of staring at her without saying a single word, he then hurriedly and with a slightly gentle smile, he held out his arm in a gentlemanly manner for her for her to take, before he proceeded to walk towards the ballroom dance floor with her. To his slight surprise, the many dancing couples who were previously on the dancefloor were now clearing away leaving only about, after some very rapid counting, 11 couples left on the dancefloor preparing themselves to go on to the next dance. He politely excused himself from Emilia, as he then quickly vamp speeded towards the small orchestral band who were getting ready to start playing their next dance piece and inquired as to what was going on. The maestro of said band, then told Kriztian that they had just announced that they were about to play Carlos Gardel’s “Por una Cabeza" as per request from a few engaged pair of royals. They had also just completed the dances for th foxtrot and the quickstep which had then made some of the couples who were now leaving the dance floor, probably opting to sit this slightly passionate tango dance out. A passionate tango? For him and Emilia to dance to? How “lucky” he was. Kriztian nearly wanted to groan out loud in frustration but he managed to control himself and thanked the man for the information before speeding his way back to Emilia’s side.
“Erm, well,”he started out, trying to sound as pleasant and polite as he most possibly could, and excellently hiding his inner frustration, “They are about to play a tango song, so would you like to tango with me or do you wish to sit this one out and wait for the next one, Princess Emilia ?”he gave her a cheerful smile, so as to not wipe away her current happy mood she was in. He would do anything to keep at least that amount smile on her face, if not more, for the rest of the night as long as possible, even if it meant that he had to subject himself to rather intimate and very close dance, that was way over-bordering on the romantic path which he had wanted to avoid in the first place. She deserved to have a wonderful and pleasurable night at least after all the constant stress and subtle fears that were going in this damned castle.
emilia tried to hold back the chuckle that came out upon hearing his comment on her gown being centuries old like him but of course, failed as she had to press her fingers on her lips to stop herself, fearing she could sound rude but hopefully, he knew her enough to know that she got his humour and appreciated it, assuming his comment carried amusement within it because of his tone of voice when he spoke and that boy-ish grin that followed it. oh god, that grin. she could feel an another form of warm sensation that she felt earlier that night, again because of him, when he gave her that charming grin which made him look even more handsome suddenly, making her fear that she could go crazy if he kept on looking more charming to her with every new side of him he showed her. even though that was the first time she had seen a grin like that on his face, she knew at that moment that she’d be craving for more later -- actually she found herself to be in need of that look on his face as soon as it was gone, urging her to speak playfully, in a teasing way even, if it’d help it turn back to his face. oh well, even the smallest and most brief of his smiles were becoming addictive now and knowing that he had a stoic face more than he smiled was very, very painful to the human girl. only if he would grace her with that charming smile more often...
she had to literally shake her head very slightly to distract herself from those rather dangerous thoughts, given he’d probably get mad at her and possibly end the time they could get to spend together tonight if he ever knew she had these thoughts in the first place, she actually had to try and keep it all inside if she wanted to have more time with him and be in his presence. and oh boy, she really wanted to, the ball became even more lovely and enjoyable with him around. though, the fact that she knew it didn’t mean she could succeed, she was never good with bottling things up anyway, unless those emotions were negative ones -- she could get through her sadness, anger or grief inside, still smiling at people on the outside but of course, people who knew her, or at least how she looked like and acted when she was genuinely happy would know she was just pulling a cover whenever it happened. and just like that, she couldn’t help the amused smile on her face, nodding at his question. “yeah, that’d be right. though i can’t compare since i don’t know just how many centuries you’ve been gracing the world for.” okay, that was just not how you keep it all inside. nice try, emilia. really nice.
once her internal facepalm at herself was forcefully subdued to focus on his words, emilia let out a soft sigh along with an easy smile now upon him letting her know that she actually didn’t bore him out of his mind with her rather lenghty explanation on her gown. it was nice having someone listen to the story and not scoffing at her for being that excited about a gown that actually meant a lot to her and especially when it was kriztian who was the one to reassure her about it, she suddenly felt better about the situation. yes, it wasn’t that silly of her to be excited about it. she had her reasons and even if she did not, there was nothing wrong with being happy and in a good mood, after all. it was surprising how kriztian could make her feel better with a few sentences, but there he was, managing just that. “i’m glad you think like that. you know, not many would think of it to be something to be that excited about, so i appreciate it. you made me feel better about almost writing an essay on the gown when you asked about it.” she joked lightly, a soft chuckle following as she shook her head to herself. she knew she was being a little bubbly again, a part of herself that people noticed the first about her, but that was just how emilia was and she knew that even if she tried to act like how most of the royals around here did, that wouldn’t be her. and she’d fail at it anyway, so she just hoped her usually high spirits wouldn’t annoy him after a while. she didn’t know why but she wanted him to be pleased with her.
as she gave him one of her small but sweet smiles, it took everything in her not to gasp a little bit when she heard him say that he wouldn’t mind seeing her wearing it again -- wait, did he really say that?? she didn’t even realize she blinked a few times upon hearing it, though she didn’t gasp her lips were parted slightly in surprise, she took a moment to take it in. he really did say that and seemingly, it wasn’t meant to be just a dry compliment, either. she could see in that brief moment that he meant it and suddenly it made her the happiest she’d been since arriving at the ball. parted cherry red lips slowly curling into a pleased, lovely but still a bit shy smile, she looked slightly down in thought before drawing her gaze back to his face, looking right into his eyes and mumbling softly. “maybe i’ll wear it again.” as silence filled the air between them, her eyes never left his, almost like daring him to do it first since she sure wasn’t going to do it before seeing how he reacted, actually it was to see if he’d smile at her again since she found herself to be desperately needing it.
but of course, once he made a small joke about the outfits that she’d see in history books, the almost smitten - well, it was less than that but still, the look on her face was one of admire nonetheless - expression faded away, quickly being replaced by the amused smile of hers, actually this time she couldn’t help the soft laugh that escaped her lips. it felt so good to have him in a good mood and making a joke here and there, she couldn’t understand why it made her so happy to see him smile and let loose a little bit, but it just urged her to engage in conversations with him that would allow him to relax and joke in a playful manner more often. she wanted him happy, it was simple as that. she didn’t know why exactly but that was okay. she had learnt long ago that you didn’t question these kind of things. you don’t question why you care, you don’t try to reason with some things. and that was one of those, so instead of focusing on why she’d want it so badly, she would rather focus on how to make it happen. she didn’t know him that well but she already had her opinion about his happiness: he deserved it. so, once her laughter died down, she swayed to the sides slightly, looking up as if she was in deep thought as she pressed her lips together. “i don’t know... i can’t be so sure,” her tone was playful as her smile appeared on her face out of bad acting but she didn’t mind it at all, then quickly added. “do you happen to have a painting of yourself from that era hanging around somewhere?” squinting her eyes a little bit, she raised a brow, her cheerful side showing up when her smile got even bigger. she had to admit to herself that she loved it -- joking back and forth with him. it made her feel less nervous and more like herself, also she had so much fun doing that. it was one of her favorite things about him -- wait, there was a list?? -- but sadly for her, those moments were rare so she had to enjoy it while she could.
even though taking the cape off made her feel a little bit exposed - it was probably because of being in it for long and actually getting cosy with the velvet fabric - the fact that he now had a better view of her dress and that he actually took the chance to take a look didn’t go unnoticed. a somewhat cunning smile on her face, she took the offered arm before walking to the spot with him, looking around as she did so in order to see how the other couples danced to the song to keep up with but the dance seemingly came to an end by the time they were eventually standing there, emilia herself trying to see how many of them were left and what would be playing now but being one step ahead of her, kriztian excused himself to apparently go over towards the orchestral band to inquire, his speed taking her by surprise as she wasn’t expecting it. and after a few seconds spent away from her, he was then back next to her, this time she was ready for his speed fortunately.
when he informed her about the song they were going to be playing, she raised her eyebrows in surprise as she was expecting to be doing a waltz or something but before she could answer, she saw the other couples getting ready and soon after the music started to play with the very soft and familiar tune, she almost immediately recognized it, the image of the blonde in a white dress and the man in a suit dancing appearing in her mind. countless times she had watched the scene, she could play it in her mind even but to be actually dancing to that song was something else entirely and despite her current fear that she would fail and make a fool out of herself, a few seconds after the song started to play, emilia took the two small steps between them and let the gap disappear, for the first time they met they were this close to each other and she could feel her heart beat fastening in her chest. then she placed her left hand on his shoulder, letting her soft touch trail its way towards the back of his neck, letting it finally stay down there. eyes locked with his, her other hand effortlessly found his left hand, palm pressing into his own, fingers curling securely but gently. her heart getting even louder, she let her chest touch his just enough, not too much, not too distant. being so close to him, his charming and breathtaking scent was exposed to her more than ever that it wouldn’t be a lie if she ever said that she felt dizzy. but she was thankful that if her knees ever felt weak he’d be able to make sure she didn’t lose balance, or so she hoped. to start very slowly according to the music and just like the other couples, she swayed back slightly, then forth, eyes still gazing into his but to go further than that, she needed him to lead her as her mind was starting to get clouded and just in case her eyes didn’t give it away, she leaned a little bit closer as they swayed, voice quiet, almost a whisper as she spoke. “don’t let me fall.” eyelashes fluttering, she gazed at him as they moved, surprisingly she was more gracious than she thought she’d be but added nonetheless, this time as a complete whisper but she had no doubt he’d hear. “please.”
vampirekriztian-gotha:
Kriztian was unwillingly forced to glanced at her outfit of choice again as soon she made that slightly self-conscious comment about her ball gown. Tearing his gaze away from where he had been inspecting and observing the outfits or attires of choice made those who had gone rogue against the dress theme code of the ball, he then made another slightly slow once-over of her whole attire and costume. God, her dress looked even more beautiful and exquisite close-up. And it suited her personality perfectly too. Compassionate, soft, gentle with a heart of gold, good brains, helpful, kind-hearted, a pretty good conversationalist and cheerful girl as well with a subtle hint of adventure and gentle hints of bravery. It was pretty like her spirit was, though he wouldn’t exactly say he could 100% peg down her full character traits or personality just yet as she still did keep surprising him with something new about her at every chance she had. The intricate beading work on the gown was excellently done and he now noticed the top of her dress suited her figure perfectly. Was it tailor-made especially for her or did she rent it or order it from a haute couture designer or..? It certainly looked like it was made to fit for the beautiful golden-haired English princess that she was. “How did you come by this ball gown?” he inquired politely.
He smiled in slight humor, “No, you most certainly do not look extra or ridiculous at all. In fact, might I say you look extremely picture-perfect and quite beautiful in your outfit or should I say, costume of choice, Emilia, ”he complimented her, keeping his tone sincere, and also holding back on the true glowing compliments that he so badly wanted to give her but had to restrain himself from doing so, lest he made her think of them going into a romantic route. Hence, why he had to refrain from using words like “breathtaking“, “unbelievably beautiful” , “enchanting“ , and “looking a beautiful dream“ were most certainly words or phrases that must most definitely not be used in front of her, to describe her this instance, even if the soapy part of brains were definitely thinking of it presently. God, must she look at him with that adorable sweet smile gracing her lips?? Angelic, sweet, soft, strawberry red lips that almost made him ache to kiss her right there and then in public eye, right in the middle of a crowded ballroom?
He mentally shook himself, hard. Good blazes, what in all imagination was wrong with him tonight in this simple summer ball? He had to get a grip on himself before it was too late or he would do something he would regret slightly again like what happened at that row-boat afternoon.
He then chuckled slightly at her small light joke. “Ah well, to be honest I did love and had a passion for dressing up on parties, balls and occasions like this in the past. That was before-..his voice trailed off as he quickly realized he was about to venture into very dangerous territory for himself and he quickly almost hastily tried to change the subject, not wishing to speak of that matter any further, and hoped hard that Emilia would take the hint through the abrupt way he changed the subject. He did not want any negative thoughts interfering with him tonight at all. He needed a small respite quite badly, he realized that now. Thus, he was quite determined to stick on the pathway of positive subjects or topics when conversing or interacting with someone he didn’t dislike or when he wasn’t conversing with a Dumitru. “Thank you,”he gave her a small gracious smile as she complimented his look. “You are actually not far from the truth, my dear Fräulein Banks,”he smiled kindly at her in return, purposely without thinking, teasing her slightly with his German term for “Miss”. “My current outfit is from the Regency era and while the Regency era is formally known to be between the year 1811 to 1820, there are some who claim that the Regency era actually constitutes of the time period of the year 1795 to the year 1837,”he smiled.
“Good Lord, could she know do that cute head-tilting habit of hers again??” Kriztian groaned internally as he noticed it happening again. She was going to kill him or drive him insane, he didn’t know which would come first. “Wait was she actually nervous?” he thought, as he suddenly noticed her absently tugging the hem of her dress, a typical nervous habit he had observed in plenty of people throughout his many years of living. What the hell did she have to be nervous about?? He was the one suffering over here for the past few minutes., noticing all these many small details about her and experiencing all these strange , weird thoughts, though not particularly unpleasant, and dare he say, extremely delightful emotions or short experiences? But dammit, it was indeed a struggle as he did not want and couldn’t possibly be feeling all these things, right? Right?
“I’ve been fine,”he finally forced himself to strangled out a reply at last, despite his current confusing thoughts, though, he failed to keep his tone of voice from indicating that he was anything but fine. “How about you?” he asked quickly back, though his tone slightly held a tiny hint that he wasn’t really concentrating fully on his question. Great, now she was going to think that something wasn’t fine. He had to change pathways quick, before she got upset thinking that maybe he wasn’t enjoying her company or conversation or something to that effect. “Would you care to dance?” he smiled politely and that was the first inquiry that blurted out of his mouth before he could stop himself or retract his question.
at his question, she smiled even brighter since she actually wanted someone to ask her that question that night, and it was even better coming from him. it wasn’t just a dress or a rented costume, after all. even though she had to spend her last few days working on it day and night to make sure it was perfect, she wasn’t complaining at all since the result of the dress made her feel happy in it and it wasn’t only a pretty dress she was wearing on her body but also the family pride. so she took a breathe and looked at him directly in the eyes as she spoke, her expression giving away that she appreciated his question and was excited to be telling him the story behind the dress.
“it was passed down to me from my mother. and to her from hers, and so on... it’s pretty old but the women in my family took delicate care of it through the years since it’s very precious to us. it originally belonged to our queen, well princess at the time who literally brought the family back to their feet during the hardest times for us. so she was well respected and when she gave the gown that she wore at her coronation to her daughter, it had became a tradition. unfortunately, my mother never got to wear this and i...” her words became quiet, gaze drawing elsewhere in thought and a bit of sadness before she collected herself quickly since she didn’t want to go there tonight (and ruin his night along with hers), her smile appearing back again. “well, with everything going on in this place anything could happen anytime, so i thought i’d wear it today when i have the chance.” her small moment of sadness completely subdued, the princess gave her fiance an apologetic smile as she shook her head a bit, feeling a little embarrassed. “sorry -- you didn’t have to listen to it all. i just -- i’m really excited to be wearing this gown is all.”
when he complimented her dress, she smiled warmly now as she looked down, her cheeks warming up. being a british princess, she was used to be showered with compliments actually, some genuine and some fake, but somehow when it came from him she found herself feeling like it’s the first time someone ever had said something nice to her. with a quick, deep breathe, she looked up at him again, bending her knees slightly in a ladylike manner, a soft chuckle following it. “thank you, your highness.” how she directed him as sounding a bit playful, she then added. “i’m really glad you like it.”
she noticed the sudden change in his tone and expression as he explained his love for dressing up for events back in the day, her own smile vanishing for the moment he looked like he was in deep thought only for a few seconds before he continued. and even though the fact that he had cut right after saying ‘that was before’ and possibly explaining why he had stopped didn’t go unnoticed, she also picked up that he didn’t want to talk about it so she smiled again politely, though the curiousity and slight worry remained there. he had definetely went through something horrible in his life, that was for sure. she had thought of it before, thinking he was probably not like that in the beginning but rather changed, and this was supporting her previous thoughts. nonetheless, she played along, changing her slightly worried expression before she spoke. once she heard him call her which she thought of to be ‘miss’ in his native language, her genuine smile returned, listening to him with full attention. “well, i can’t paint the image in my head of you in some of the outfits from the history books, especially like one of those from tudor era. with ruffs and all... so, perfect choice.” she chuckled softly, looking at him, feeling more relaxed now that he was here. the night was beautiful, and spending it - at least some portion of it - was definetely a wonderful bonus.
how could it not be, really? he was standing before her, with all the grace in the world, looking charming as ever with the whole outfit as every carefully chosen word feeling like it’s whispering to her soul, urging her to stop being her goofy self and speak more carefully in order to be fit for being called his ‘fiancée’ since she knew he deserved someone gracious, who knows her way with words just like him, powerful, confident, everything emilia was lacking - or at least she thought she did - and more, even though he saw it just as an alliance, a noble man like him deserved the best out there. forcefully putting the thoughts aside, she just focused on spending time with him and enjoying the light air between them which she realized she really, really liked. his demeanour while answering her didn’t go unnoticed, though she didn’t question further, only her smile fading a little bit. “i’ve been fine, too. reading books, spending time with the puppy i found a week ago outside the castle...” she gave him a small shrug but when he asked her the next question, one had to be blind not to see the change in her. dancing was the best part of a ball without a question and with the historical set up of the room, the way they were dressed, the song that was playing... it’d feel like it was completely a fairytale if they danced. and there he was, asking her one simple question which made her really happy. “i’d love to, herr gotha.” her heart fastening a little, she tugged at the string of the velvet cape on her shoulders, letting it fall from her shoulders before she held it up and left it on a table next to them, now revealing her gown fully and able to move easier for their dance, looking at him with a big smile on her face.