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[dalqian-blog]

all the happiness in the world ;

@dalxan

[ Winter, 1539 ]

The lover is excited, the lover is exalted. With the approval of the law and the approval of fate -- and everyone else in between -- there was, finally, happiness to be had at hand. The princess would be his wife, despite it being that her mother didn’t think too highly of her at all. Qian thought the world of her, and all the right pieces had finally fallen into place. A home of his own and a wife, and soon a family -- the thought caused a lighter spring in his step until he arrived at the door of his most trusted, sliding it open without preamble or address.

“An! Xie An! I have wonderful news,” he announced instead, bottle of alcohol in hand and the carelessness of joy on his shoulders. “Will you hear it? We must drink -- you can make time for this brother of yours, can’t you?”

[haeyiwoon-blog]

❝ What did you see? ❞

wedding prompts // starter

he’s seen this face before -- somewhere. another wedding, perhaps; the man has a relation to him, somehow, or is the son of some minister, but this person’s affairs were not his own. the crown prince had other matters to attend to and keeping his attention on the wandering hands of a brigand was certainly not one of them. nor was it in his best interest to entertain such a creature. 

“you,” he answers simply, with a genial smile of his own. he’d wanted to sneak away for a while; perhaps this was a sign to stop, for a moment, before he’s caught by anyone else following a certain someone’s footsteps. a little more to wait, then. patience is always a grand virtue. “must you hide in the shadows of the festivities, my lord? i don’t believe we’ve been properly acquainted.”

[haeziyi-blog]

❝ They don’t look very good together, do they? ❞

( wedding prompts )

to say the princess was amused would be an understatement. the ambassador’s son was clearly trying to make a name for himself today at the wedding with his brazen words. they’d be followed up by his charming and boyish little grins– as if it would remedy any forthcoming consequence. 

“my, my,” she can’t help the giggle that slips past her lips. “i’d advise you to keep your comments to yourself unless you’re looking for trouble, dear an.” ziyi's suggestion is light-hearted. her admonishment is far from serious and she rather enjoyed the boy's spunk whilst the ceremony continued to drudge on before them.