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dragonjournal) wrote2011-01-16 12:21 pm
dragonjournal) wrote2011-01-16 12:21 pm
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Bingo Spam #2
Title: Wedding Jitters
Prompt: Marriage/Pairing/soulbonding (arranged or otherwise)
Rating: G
Summary/Warnings: None.
“This is ridiculous.” Lady Felicity fretted at the lace on her gown. She couldn’t quite believe that she was wearing this thing. Her and young Lord Kemp were to be married in three days’ time.
Except, she didn’t want to be married. Not to Lord Kemp, anyway. He was a fine enough gentleman and they had long talks and were great friends, but she just could not imagine herself married to him for any length of time.
Frankly, she often wondered if he didn’t like men more than he did women. At least in a romantic sense. He’d never tried to even kiss her cheek. No matter how much of a gentleman he was, they had been engaged for several years, thanks to their fathers, and it was only proper that he at least kiss her cheek!
Felicity sighed and let the seamstress continue the fitting. She looked over her shoulder at herself in the mirror. The gown itself was beautiful. Cream colored lace spilled down the white skirt and flowed behind her in a train that was almost as long as she was tall. Tiny pearl buttons ran from the base of her neck to the end of her spine. The silk skirt rustled every time she twitched. The bodice laced up the front in the current style, rather than down the back.
All in all, the wedding gown cost a small fortune, especially with the hand embroidered cherry blossoms along the hem of the skirt and the neckline. Felicity wished that she could appreciate it more.
Hearing a sound at the door, she looked up and smiled, seeing her Father standing there. “Hello Father.” She loved her Father more than anyone alive – herself included. He’d taken her in when she was a scared eight year old child who’d been orphaned in a horrible accident.
“Hello poppet.” His deep voice rumbled into the room, filling it with his presence. She could understand why he was such a powerful man. “Stop fidgeting and let them finish. We’re to join the Jonckheers for dinner.”
Felicity just nodded and let her face fall into a neutral mask. She would never tell her father just how much she was opposed to this wedding. The Jonckheers were to be her in-laws and she liked them, quite a bit, but having dinner with them was just a reminder that the wedding wasn’t all that far away.
Two weeks. Two weeks and then she’d be irrevocably tied to a man that she thought of more as a brother than as a lover.
The thought had even crossed her mind to beg Carl, her bodyguard, to hide her somewhere until she could work up the courage to tell her father and Lord Kemp that while she loved her affianced, it wasn’t nearly what would sustain a marriage.
“You’re done, m’lady.”
Lifting the silk carefully, Felicity stepped off the stand and followed the seamstresses behind a screen and let them peel her out of the dress and redress her in her day gown. Felicity stepped back out into the room carefully pinning her hat into place.
Felicity took her Father’s arm. “Where are we meeting the Jonckheers?” She asked, stepping into the sun with him. Carefully, she put up her parasol to protect her from the sun. To her disappointment, Carl was nowhere to be seen.
Carl was another thing that she would lose with her marriage. She liked her guard. He’d been with her since she was twelve and he a scrawny lad of fourteen. Felicity cared for the young man, and he never seemed to mind when she dragged him along on her flights of fancy.
“At the Plaza.” They walked along the streets, enjoying the late slanting afternoon sunlight. “Poppet, is something wrong?”
Felicity didn’t look at her Father. Instead, she stopped to browse the wares in a shop window. She took the briefest of moments to compose herself. She wanted to tell him that she wanted to stop the wedding and instead go on to the ladies university that had just been started in the city. Surely continuing her education – something her Father had always stressed – was a worthy reason?
Her courage failed her. She just turned to him and smiled. “Just wedding jitters.” Felicity leaned on his arm as they continued down the street.
Maybe Providence would save her where her courage failed her.
Prompt: Marriage/Pairing/soulbonding (arranged or otherwise)
Rating: G
Summary/Warnings: None.
“This is ridiculous.” Lady Felicity fretted at the lace on her gown. She couldn’t quite believe that she was wearing this thing. Her and young Lord Kemp were to be married in three days’ time.
Except, she didn’t want to be married. Not to Lord Kemp, anyway. He was a fine enough gentleman and they had long talks and were great friends, but she just could not imagine herself married to him for any length of time.
Frankly, she often wondered if he didn’t like men more than he did women. At least in a romantic sense. He’d never tried to even kiss her cheek. No matter how much of a gentleman he was, they had been engaged for several years, thanks to their fathers, and it was only proper that he at least kiss her cheek!
Felicity sighed and let the seamstress continue the fitting. She looked over her shoulder at herself in the mirror. The gown itself was beautiful. Cream colored lace spilled down the white skirt and flowed behind her in a train that was almost as long as she was tall. Tiny pearl buttons ran from the base of her neck to the end of her spine. The silk skirt rustled every time she twitched. The bodice laced up the front in the current style, rather than down the back.
All in all, the wedding gown cost a small fortune, especially with the hand embroidered cherry blossoms along the hem of the skirt and the neckline. Felicity wished that she could appreciate it more.
Hearing a sound at the door, she looked up and smiled, seeing her Father standing there. “Hello Father.” She loved her Father more than anyone alive – herself included. He’d taken her in when she was a scared eight year old child who’d been orphaned in a horrible accident.
“Hello poppet.” His deep voice rumbled into the room, filling it with his presence. She could understand why he was such a powerful man. “Stop fidgeting and let them finish. We’re to join the Jonckheers for dinner.”
Felicity just nodded and let her face fall into a neutral mask. She would never tell her father just how much she was opposed to this wedding. The Jonckheers were to be her in-laws and she liked them, quite a bit, but having dinner with them was just a reminder that the wedding wasn’t all that far away.
Two weeks. Two weeks and then she’d be irrevocably tied to a man that she thought of more as a brother than as a lover.
The thought had even crossed her mind to beg Carl, her bodyguard, to hide her somewhere until she could work up the courage to tell her father and Lord Kemp that while she loved her affianced, it wasn’t nearly what would sustain a marriage.
“You’re done, m’lady.”
Lifting the silk carefully, Felicity stepped off the stand and followed the seamstresses behind a screen and let them peel her out of the dress and redress her in her day gown. Felicity stepped back out into the room carefully pinning her hat into place.
Felicity took her Father’s arm. “Where are we meeting the Jonckheers?” She asked, stepping into the sun with him. Carefully, she put up her parasol to protect her from the sun. To her disappointment, Carl was nowhere to be seen.
Carl was another thing that she would lose with her marriage. She liked her guard. He’d been with her since she was twelve and he a scrawny lad of fourteen. Felicity cared for the young man, and he never seemed to mind when she dragged him along on her flights of fancy.
“At the Plaza.” They walked along the streets, enjoying the late slanting afternoon sunlight. “Poppet, is something wrong?”
Felicity didn’t look at her Father. Instead, she stopped to browse the wares in a shop window. She took the briefest of moments to compose herself. She wanted to tell him that she wanted to stop the wedding and instead go on to the ladies university that had just been started in the city. Surely continuing her education – something her Father had always stressed – was a worthy reason?
Her courage failed her. She just turned to him and smiled. “Just wedding jitters.” Felicity leaned on his arm as they continued down the street.
Maybe Providence would save her where her courage failed her.
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