[closed]: For Ange

[eldeststark]

 His wedding night.

All right, his second wedding night, but he's no less nervous for this one. Perhaps even more nervous, because the stress was already out of the way the first time, and besides, Angelique is - different. He couldn't say how, if asked, but he knows that she is. As sure as he knows he is both terrifyingly happy and terrifyingly

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[fairy_fingers]

Angelique blushes brightly, but her hand tightens around his. "-- I would -- not dream of refusing you, my lord," she murmurs softly, demurely, suddenly timid.

Because she doesn't exactly know what to expect, but she knows what to expect.

If that makes sense. Er.

[eldeststark]

"I - come, then," he says, giving her hand a brief squeeze that he hopes is soothing, even if he's just as nervous as she is, perhaps even more considering he feels like it's on him to do everything right and he really needs everything to be right. Especially for her. This is her first marriage, and -

Well.

He's been thinking about this moment for months. "I will - is there aught that you need? Before..."

It makes a little bit of sense? Ish.

[fairy_fingers]

"Only you," she whispers, and then turns bright red, because did she just say that out loud?

She's nervous too - bot afraid, though, but worried that he won't -- find her acceptable, that maybe she won't be able to do whatever it is that she's supposed to do correctly, that --

But she trusts her husband (heee!) with her life, her body, her soul, and more.

[eldeststark]

And he blushes as well, of course, perfectly embarrassed, but he draws her close - his wife, his beautiful wife, could this be any more like a dream?

"I am here," he says, gently. "And will be, forever, for you."

For the stairs, then? In spite of their respective nervousness.