@wickedgxmes | Elias & Aimee
The Wakefield’s were always traditional in their rule. Structure, hierarchy, and equity were some of the fundamentals of which the Dawn Court family built their wealth. Some may call it old fashioned, but it was Elias’ opinion that courts were best run with a pair at the helm. A tender whisper to a loud voice, a thoughtful mind contrasted by a beating heart. The essence of partnership was important in both rule, and being seen as a respectable leader. After the passing of his first wife, a means to an end in his pursuit of the Dawn Court, he kept to his sordid affairs. But he knew, when the time came, that he would fill the vacant seat at the pink-and-marble adorned palace. It would prove him settled, as a leader. Remove the power of his whispered title as a ‘usurper’ rather than a rightful King. The choice of a fiance was a tricky one, but one that Elias did not waste energy on. She needed to be of high fae lineage, noble birth, a sharp mind, and a steely disposition. During the trials, he assessed the contenders, and found none more desirable than the Duchess Fontaine herself. A recent widower who surprised him, with her calculated acceptance of his interest. He was impressed, not just by her accolades. But by the way she decided on the matter. Elias was satisfied in his decision.
The weeks following the Trials came with a foreboding silence. Yet Elias felt more than empowered, his knowledge of the Resistance acting as powerful leverage. Instead, he takes stock of it, appreciating the opportunity for what it was. He and Aimee got along well enough, the fast quips between them indicating a prosperous marriage. This was not the first time, for either one of them, and there’s a happy abandonment of romantic naivete. There was the matter of her injury, that appeared to be sustained long after the fact. But Aimee appeared steadfast to keep it quiet, and Elias could fancy himself a gentleman when he felt like it. It was late into the evening, his mind consumed with details of his next move, when he left his study. Knowing the fae of the Night, she would be up, energized by night fall. He promptly knocks at her chamber doors, pausing for a beat, and allowing himself in. She was to be his wife -- such formalities would eventually have to be abandoned.
“Have you settled into your new chambers?” Elias asks promptly, surveying the surroundings curiously. He ensured it was adorned for a future High Lady, as was her right. “If it’s not to your liking, well, I doubt it will last too long.” He chides, disarming as he plays with a nearby bottle of perfume. “We’re to be wed, and you’ll find I don’t appreciate separate bed chambers.” He speaks frankly, returning the bottle to its original position. A slow walk forwards, his step purposeful so that she may hear it. “You look far better in this, than you did in those hideous, Night Court frocks.”
