@bxrnqueen; my queen, my life
Many sunsets and sun rises had passed, England and Bulgaria rules side by side in a powerful marriage that set the grounds for the future king Eden of England and Bulgaria. The marriage merged together two armies creating a large and undefeated army consisting of two kingdoms bound by more than marriage alone. The prince has grown into a very smart young man, ten summers old. She enjoyed watching him grow, the boy taking on qualities of both of his parents; the kindness towards the people that Mary herself held and the strength in battle that Emmett held.
The morning sun woke her, the warmth crossing the sheets as she managed to pull herself from bed and allow her ladies to help her dress, and prepare for the day. In the hallway she found Eden waiting for her with a smile and a message that he would be in the court yard with the other boys of the palace practicing his sword skills. Of course, she requested that Thomas stay near, the prince a target for many due to the power he held. Once she left him, she went in search of her king. The alliance and marriage between them had put both countries in a setting of high power and held the happiest of people.
Though it has been years, she was still adjusting to being called Queen by the people of Bulgaria, it was an adjustment that would come in time. She was happy and there was nothing that could change that. Reaching the throne room, a smile graced her features as those around her bowed in their respects, yet her sapphire hues remained with him. With ease she moved through the room, a steady presence that many would say mimicked that of her mother, a grace that she showed to the people of England and now Bulgaria.
Sitting in her own throne beside him, she offered him a smile. “Eden is in the courtyard with the others. He wants to joust.” She gave a soft chuckle, their son had grown so much, it amazed her how far he’s come since that night in Bulgaria. “Perhaps… you should train him. Teach him to joust and let him take part in the tournament coming this summer.”
English weather wasn’t suited for him.
No. Emmett preferred the slight wind, the smell of countryside and the smell of the roses. He loved the Bulgarian weather and missed it dearly. Two weeks seemed like eternity for him and he was homesick. He wanted to take his horse and ride it until its legs felt weak. He wanted to dive in the salty sea and feel his whole body’s muscles burn with pleasant exhaustion.
Sure, English had horses but they lack the seemingly endless field with crop. They had sea but it wasn’t warm enough.
But everything was worth it, since few months ago when he married Mary in front of the eyes of whole Europe. Much to the disappointment of everyone who was against a possible union between the two countries. Because between them they had the largest army, the vastest fields with crop and they hold the key path for trade - the Silk route was outside the Bulgarian border. And despite the lack of communication with the ottomans, Emmett managed to arrange silk actually going through Bulgaria and thus in England as well. The trade between the two kingdom had multiplied.
And he also got to wake up to the gorgeous woman beside him. The same woman that took his heart all those years ago. In their first night together.
The sound of the heavy wooden doors parting pulled him out of his thoughts. Blue eyes found the entrance easily and his hands gripped the handlers of the throne, knuckles turning white. Every time he saw her, she took his breath away. He never knew that was possible but it was his reality and he had to work with it everyday.
He stood up, out of respect and sat only when she did so. Tilting his head towards her, he didn’t shy away from looking directly at her. Those longing looks were not hidden anymore and he didn’t spare them. He wanted the whole world to know how they cherish each other, how much they love each other, how much together they are. It made him raise his chin up.
“I could do that once we finish this.” He waved his hands to the boyar that came to ask for trade with England.
Simon was short blond man and fine sword-maker. Emmett has given him a lot of orders for the army. His workmanship was among the finest in Bulgaria and being able to sell here it would be a huge step forward for him.
“Your Majesties.” The man bowed when he noticed his King looking at them. He took few steps forward, eye flickering between the two royals.
“Simon, here...” Emmett turned to the woman beside him and smile graced his features. “...would like to offer you the finest Bulgarian swords.” He motioned to the man, allowing him to speak.
“Yes, your Grace.” Simon nodded, eyes drifting to the Queen. “I have brought samples and it would be honor for me if you take a look at them.”
“Part of my army uses his swords.” The King adds, looking over to Mary. “I highly recommend him to you. The steel is strengthened and the inscriptions are beautiful.”