#anthony vitello

[ladyphyllisbalor]

(hello I am rory have an au with my bratty prince) ❥

[I’m Emma! And an arranged marriage it is :3 Also Kit Harrington umpf Don’t be too bored by my too long intro before the actual thing in the bedchambers. I like to write. A lot. Sometimes a too lot xD Just in case I’ve added to Read More before their bedchamber thing because it will take a while before we get there xD Soooorrry]

Chaos. That is what happened after the Balor’s failed to seize the throne. It was obvious who had share in poisoning young lady Vitello, Zion’s bastard daughter, and the very act disgusted Phyllis making her change her mind on who the plague on earth truly was. Her family. Isiah, Charlene and Coleman. She didn’t want to be the part of their brutal and selfish uprising anymore and, when they fell, Phyllis wanted to flee from the Westedell. However, she was caught and gave up all hope to live to see another day.

She was dragged in front of the King and the Queen, victorious and proud, and Hypatia whispered something to Zion’s ear. He nodded and addressed the girl to come forth. “I have heard something rather unusual. You have comforted my Queen when I unjustly blamed her for my beloved girl’s poisoning. She assures me you had no part in the uprising. Is that correct?” Phyllis was taken aback by the Queen’s change of hart for the one of few remaining Balors. She was certain they would want to kill her. However, when a young man entered the room suddenly and bowed to the proud royals, addressing the woman as his mother who asked for his presence, Phyllis arched her eyebrow.

"Lady Balor, meet my son Anthony Vitello." Hypatia smiled, showing the man, who was eying her carefully. "Being a widow is a very lonely and sad life for such a young woman, Phyllis, and my dear King and I have given much consideration at what shall we do with you. Anthony fell into my mind almost instant and two of you would make such a lovely couple. You have intrigued me, lady Phyllis. You are so much different from the other Balors and I would not give my dear boy to anyone less worthy of him." The queen finished, her king nodding proudly next to her.

What happened next was all a blur to her.

What happened the upcoming week was even a bigger blur to her.

The wedding.

She remembered how much she’s loved Coleman, but his betrayal and cowardice only left a bitter taste on her tongue. This wedding might be different in everything, but she didn’t know what to think or feel for the man standing in front of her and calmly saying his wows.

— Fast forward from the ceremony and sheer, utter pretending to be a happy and synchronized couple, to their actual talking (and what not else  *wink wink nudge nudge*) in the bedchambers. —

Lifting up a perfectly decorated crystal bottle with a caramel liquid, she examined the colour and smell of what it appeared to be a fine scotch. Pouring herself a glass, she felt the tingling sensation on her skin, an obvious sign of someone watching her. “You know, my dear new husband, unlike the other Balors, I am not so keen on poisoning my companions, been they willing or not, like we are at the very moment." She poured another glass and offered it to him. "Poison free. I promise.” She smiled and, after a tensed moment, he accepted the glass and she relaxed.

"Mother was right. You are different than the others." Anthony spoke after another long moment of observing her. She wanted to sass him or roll her eyes on it, but she’s decided it would be better, since he’s finally found his ability to speak again, to refrain from it. "By different you mean less plotting and more caring? Yes, I am different then." She said and walked past him to sit on the bed. He followed and sat next to her. Phyllis turned her head towards him. "I know you are not… Content with our marriage, but perhaps you could look at it as something new and possibly enjoyable. Many marriages are arranged and yet people later learn how to love one another. True love is for people far below our rank. A luxury we cannot allow to ourselves. And yet… Maybe it is exactly what will become of it later.” She talked, trying to either soothe him (or herself) or give him a glimpse of hope. She was generally a good wife and he might yet learn how to love her. Placing her hand over his, Phyllis smiled and took a sip of her drink, finishing it. Discarding the glass at the nightstand next to her side of the bed, she motioned her head towards the sheet. “It is quite late, my dear. How do you feel about retrieving to bed, hm?”

Anthony then flashed her a full smile then, placing his cup away, as he closed the distance between them with his lips on hers. “Now, that is something we both agree in, my wife.”