Take my hand // Onica and Nickolai -- ONLY

[Nikolai]

The gallant and beautiful prince was riding a poorly trained white stallion when his servants came to fetch him for this first meeting with his bride-to-be. He was a strapping young man of twenty-five years of a very large and masculine build. Broad shouldered, tapered waist, lean legs and large hands perfect for cupping the supple breasts of the women with which her frequently shared his quarters. When he finally decided that his ride had run on long enough, he returned to the castle, entrusting the reigns of his newest conquest to the nearest stable-hand, his auburn hair glistening with sweat.

"Sir Adam, I thought you were going to shave? And you have yet to bathe today!" they protested as he stormed towards the castle in his usual foul mood. He did not like for his rides to be cut short, fully prepared to get this meeting over with. She would probably be like all the other women he'd ever had; easy.

He was hardly dressed for a courtly meeting, his sweat causing the white material of his collared dress shirt to plaster to the sun-kissed skin of his muscular back. His expression was one of contempt, his eyes narrowed and his mouth creased at the corners in distaste. "Where is this woman?" he bellowed, not having bothered to learn her name. The attendants rushed around like chickens with their heads cut off, babbling senselessly about their Lord's poor appearance, about his tardiness. To keep a woman waiting was in bad taste! "Out of my way," he barked, plowing through them effortlessly, and throwing wide the doors to the sitting room where his bride would be waiting.

 

[Onica]

Anina had more or less forced into this meeting by her mother and father. With out a son, they needed there child to marry someone worth of taking over there land once the passed on. Many had tried, but it seemed that this prince Adam had caught their eye. Even if their little girl had never seen him before, nor if she was willing or not to meet him. Truth be told she was in love with another, but because of his past her parents would not hear of it. The much rather someone of noble blood take their child from them.

She was quite lovely, her earth hue hair kept long dressed in ribbons and fans. Eyes gold in color, clearly angry about what was going on yet they seem to hold some spirit to them. She might be a wild one, still young and adventurous. Her dress was white and long, fading into light and dark pinks. Around her neck a choker and pendent, most likely something past down from her mother. Anina did look a lot like her mother, just younger....no older then her late teens.

Head turning to look at the door once she heard screaming and yelling. The strong voice gave her soon to be husband away. Not even bothering to stand once he entered the sitting room. Even if her mother and father stood.