New Post
Search
HelpRe: LaRe's KUY Royal Congrats: Round 6
in reply to a message by La Reina
Monarch: Breccan Nicasio Zevi Willem Augustus (50; deceased)
Consort: Kalila Savita Whimsy [Scipio] (49)
Nephew: Tybalt Petros Uriah (25)
-Girlfriend: Tryphena Euphrasie Savion (20)
Daughter: Guinevere Ygraine Hyacinthe "Gwen" (21)
-Fiancé: Sebastian Rodrick Owain Leander Didymus Diaman IV of Macaire (21)
Monarch: Magnus Marek Idris "Max" (19)
Daughter: Sophronia Anastasia Florence "Sophie" (17) [Lysander's twin]
Son: Lysander Patrick Joachim (17) [Sophronia's twin]
Of the illustrious Royal House of: Toril
In the Kingdom of: Sidonie
---
"Gwen, are you sure this is the right way to tell your mother that you've been in a relationship for the past five years of your life?" Sebastian of Macaire called after his fiancée as she hastily sped down the halls of her childhood home. They had just landed back not but five minutes ago after his long overdue proposal.
They had put the ship on auto pilot to spend a few minutes together as they floated through space. Guinevere pressed her lips against his lightly, whispering between contact, "Seb, sweetie, are we just always going to be this way?"
Sebastian pulled away and looked her straight in the eyes. This was not what he had wanted. He wanted to spend a few passionate moments with her before he popped the question. And, yes, he had been planning to do so at this moment long before she brought it up. "What way?" he sighed, absently running his fingers through her hair.
"Just you and me. Hidden from our parents. No one knowing that you and I even know each other, let alone have this strong connection," she explained, a little exasperated. "I know it doesn't matter to my family, because I can always come visit you with no one knowing, but... it does matter to me. I want them to know you. I want them to see how happy you make me. Sebastian, I can't live like this forever." With those words, she locked eyes with him, a pained expression on her face. Sebastian's heart went right out to her.
"I know, I know, sweetie," he whispered, taking her into his arms, pulling her into his body and holding her close to him. "I know," he went on, "which is why I had something special planned for today. I guess your impatience bested my romanticism." He chuckled as Guinevere took a step back. Reaching into his pocket, Sebastian continued his speech, "I had something romantic planned to say to you. I wanted to make this a big, important event, something that you would always remember. But I think that you will always remember this no matter how I do it. And honestly, maybe the romantic gesture was a bad idea anyway. Romanticism was never much your thing."
"Yeah, it was yours, lovey," she laughed.
Chuckling, shaking his head, Sebastian said, "Yeah, yeah, I know. But this is why I want you to have this." As he spoke, he discreetly slipped something into her hand. "Now, it's a little unconventional, but it's not like we really have a conventional relationship. So why be conventional now? The only thing we should be is us and I think this is very much us."
Guinevere slowly opened her hand. In her palm rested a locket. It looked old but in wonderful shape, made of iron or steel or something like that. Whatever it was, it was nowhere near a precious metal, something both families could easily afford. Etched into the front of the rounded object was an image of her ship. Opening it, she found her favorite picture of them: they were standing in front of her ship on a planet familiar to both but home to neither, laughter and joy and pure love radiating from both of their faces. To her, it was the definition of their relationship. On the other side of the locket was a slip of paper. She took it out and unfolded it. It read:
My dearest Guinevere Ygraine Hyacinthe Toril of Sidonie, I, your lowly friend Sebastian, have fallen deeply in love with you. Yes, you may be thickheaded. But so can I. Yes, you may be annoying. But so can I. Yes, you may have a hot temper. But so can I. We fit together like the perfect puzzle. I look to the future and all I can see is your face. That's all. And that's all I want to see. If you look to the future and see me, please, don't make me wait any longer. Just marry me. And do it fast. I love you.
Your one and only Sebastian Rodrick Owain Leander Didymus Diaman IV of Macaire
Guinevere took no time to think about it and kissed him. Needless to say, he got his passionate moment (and more than he had hoped) after that.
After Gwen was back at the controls of the ship, she headed back towards her childhood home. Immediately upon landing, she hopped out and ran to find her mother. Sebastian followed.
It's not that he didn't want to tell Kalila about his relationship with her daughter. He just kinda figured that they would find a better, more appropriate time than right after their engagement and their passionate time spent together. "Gwen, are you sure this is the right way to tell your mother that you've been in a relationship for the past five years of your life?"
Stopping to face him, Gwen explained, "Yes, Sebastian, I am. I don't care if she thinks I should have told her before getting engaged. It's my life. I'm twenty-one now and my mother can deal with it. I've known you for a long time, I've been with you for several years, I've loved you for most of that. She'll understand. She always has. You know, I'm a lot like she was at my age and I think she sees that in me. Trust me, sweetie, it's going to be okay..." She paused. "As long as you don't introduce yourself as 'Sebastian of Macaire, the man who's been sleeping with your daughter for the past five years,' I think we'll be fine. She's a little touchy when it comes to men and her precious daughter." She planted a kiss on his cheek, took his hand, and entered boldly into the throne room.
Her mother sat at the other end of the room, in deep but lighthearted conversation with several of the house staff. "Gwen, hello, dear! You've been away quite some time. And who's this?"
Sebastian stepped forward, bowed politely, and spoke, "I would like to introduce myself. I am Sebastian Diaman IV of Macaire. I met your daughter several years ago when she came to my world on a bit of an exploration voyage. We had to have been no more than thirteen at that time. Over the following few years, she returned several times and we corresponded. She's a brilliant and beautiful young woman, your daughter. I couldn't help but fall for her. We've been dating for the past few years, your highness, ever since we were sixteen. If you would, I would like your blessing to marry her. Though I suppose it's perhaps a little too late for that. She's already said yes."
Kalila froze. "You've been dating for five years?" she asked. "Why was I never informed?"
Sebastian hesitated but Gwen stepped in. "It was my fault, mother. Don't blame Seb. I figured no one had to know since we were never in our realm. I thought we would be better off that way. Though perhaps I should have told you before we got engaged. But I promise, mother, he's a true gentleman. He's got the sweetest heart. He has quite the sense of humor and he's honestly quite the romantic as well. You'll love him, too, mother, once you get to know him. And we'll wait for the wedding as long as you'd like."
Under his breath, Sebastian murmured to Gwen, "Not that that'll stop us from doing anything."
Gwen proceeded to elbow him in the ribs. "Do we have your blessing, mother?"
Kalila sighed. "Yes, sweetie, you know I trust your judgement."
"Thank you," Sebastian and Guinevere responded in unison.
"Ah! I see you're already quite the pair," Kalila joked. "Now run along, you two. Go off and have your adventures. We'll plan for the wedding."
"Nothing big, please!" Gwen pleaded as they left the room.
"Nothing big."
“The world is indeed full of peril and in it there are many dark places.
But still there is much that is fair. And though in all lands, love is now
mingled with grief, it still grows, perhaps, the greater.”
― J.R.R. Tolkien, The Lord of the Rings
Consort: Kalila Savita Whimsy [Scipio] (49)
Nephew: Tybalt Petros Uriah (25)
-Girlfriend: Tryphena Euphrasie Savion (20)
Daughter: Guinevere Ygraine Hyacinthe "Gwen" (21)
-Fiancé: Sebastian Rodrick Owain Leander Didymus Diaman IV of Macaire (21)
Monarch: Magnus Marek Idris "Max" (19)
Daughter: Sophronia Anastasia Florence "Sophie" (17) [Lysander's twin]
Son: Lysander Patrick Joachim (17) [Sophronia's twin]
Of the illustrious Royal House of: Toril
In the Kingdom of: Sidonie
---
"Gwen, are you sure this is the right way to tell your mother that you've been in a relationship for the past five years of your life?" Sebastian of Macaire called after his fiancée as she hastily sped down the halls of her childhood home. They had just landed back not but five minutes ago after his long overdue proposal.
They had put the ship on auto pilot to spend a few minutes together as they floated through space. Guinevere pressed her lips against his lightly, whispering between contact, "Seb, sweetie, are we just always going to be this way?"
Sebastian pulled away and looked her straight in the eyes. This was not what he had wanted. He wanted to spend a few passionate moments with her before he popped the question. And, yes, he had been planning to do so at this moment long before she brought it up. "What way?" he sighed, absently running his fingers through her hair.
"Just you and me. Hidden from our parents. No one knowing that you and I even know each other, let alone have this strong connection," she explained, a little exasperated. "I know it doesn't matter to my family, because I can always come visit you with no one knowing, but... it does matter to me. I want them to know you. I want them to see how happy you make me. Sebastian, I can't live like this forever." With those words, she locked eyes with him, a pained expression on her face. Sebastian's heart went right out to her.
"I know, I know, sweetie," he whispered, taking her into his arms, pulling her into his body and holding her close to him. "I know," he went on, "which is why I had something special planned for today. I guess your impatience bested my romanticism." He chuckled as Guinevere took a step back. Reaching into his pocket, Sebastian continued his speech, "I had something romantic planned to say to you. I wanted to make this a big, important event, something that you would always remember. But I think that you will always remember this no matter how I do it. And honestly, maybe the romantic gesture was a bad idea anyway. Romanticism was never much your thing."
"Yeah, it was yours, lovey," she laughed.
Chuckling, shaking his head, Sebastian said, "Yeah, yeah, I know. But this is why I want you to have this." As he spoke, he discreetly slipped something into her hand. "Now, it's a little unconventional, but it's not like we really have a conventional relationship. So why be conventional now? The only thing we should be is us and I think this is very much us."
Guinevere slowly opened her hand. In her palm rested a locket. It looked old but in wonderful shape, made of iron or steel or something like that. Whatever it was, it was nowhere near a precious metal, something both families could easily afford. Etched into the front of the rounded object was an image of her ship. Opening it, she found her favorite picture of them: they were standing in front of her ship on a planet familiar to both but home to neither, laughter and joy and pure love radiating from both of their faces. To her, it was the definition of their relationship. On the other side of the locket was a slip of paper. She took it out and unfolded it. It read:
My dearest Guinevere Ygraine Hyacinthe Toril of Sidonie, I, your lowly friend Sebastian, have fallen deeply in love with you. Yes, you may be thickheaded. But so can I. Yes, you may be annoying. But so can I. Yes, you may have a hot temper. But so can I. We fit together like the perfect puzzle. I look to the future and all I can see is your face. That's all. And that's all I want to see. If you look to the future and see me, please, don't make me wait any longer. Just marry me. And do it fast. I love you.
Your one and only Sebastian Rodrick Owain Leander Didymus Diaman IV of Macaire
Guinevere took no time to think about it and kissed him. Needless to say, he got his passionate moment (and more than he had hoped) after that.
After Gwen was back at the controls of the ship, she headed back towards her childhood home. Immediately upon landing, she hopped out and ran to find her mother. Sebastian followed.
It's not that he didn't want to tell Kalila about his relationship with her daughter. He just kinda figured that they would find a better, more appropriate time than right after their engagement and their passionate time spent together. "Gwen, are you sure this is the right way to tell your mother that you've been in a relationship for the past five years of your life?"
Stopping to face him, Gwen explained, "Yes, Sebastian, I am. I don't care if she thinks I should have told her before getting engaged. It's my life. I'm twenty-one now and my mother can deal with it. I've known you for a long time, I've been with you for several years, I've loved you for most of that. She'll understand. She always has. You know, I'm a lot like she was at my age and I think she sees that in me. Trust me, sweetie, it's going to be okay..." She paused. "As long as you don't introduce yourself as 'Sebastian of Macaire, the man who's been sleeping with your daughter for the past five years,' I think we'll be fine. She's a little touchy when it comes to men and her precious daughter." She planted a kiss on his cheek, took his hand, and entered boldly into the throne room.
Her mother sat at the other end of the room, in deep but lighthearted conversation with several of the house staff. "Gwen, hello, dear! You've been away quite some time. And who's this?"
Sebastian stepped forward, bowed politely, and spoke, "I would like to introduce myself. I am Sebastian Diaman IV of Macaire. I met your daughter several years ago when she came to my world on a bit of an exploration voyage. We had to have been no more than thirteen at that time. Over the following few years, she returned several times and we corresponded. She's a brilliant and beautiful young woman, your daughter. I couldn't help but fall for her. We've been dating for the past few years, your highness, ever since we were sixteen. If you would, I would like your blessing to marry her. Though I suppose it's perhaps a little too late for that. She's already said yes."
Kalila froze. "You've been dating for five years?" she asked. "Why was I never informed?"
Sebastian hesitated but Gwen stepped in. "It was my fault, mother. Don't blame Seb. I figured no one had to know since we were never in our realm. I thought we would be better off that way. Though perhaps I should have told you before we got engaged. But I promise, mother, he's a true gentleman. He's got the sweetest heart. He has quite the sense of humor and he's honestly quite the romantic as well. You'll love him, too, mother, once you get to know him. And we'll wait for the wedding as long as you'd like."
Under his breath, Sebastian murmured to Gwen, "Not that that'll stop us from doing anything."
Gwen proceeded to elbow him in the ribs. "Do we have your blessing, mother?"
Kalila sighed. "Yes, sweetie, you know I trust your judgement."
"Thank you," Sebastian and Guinevere responded in unison.
"Ah! I see you're already quite the pair," Kalila joked. "Now run along, you two. Go off and have your adventures. We'll plan for the wedding."
"Nothing big, please!" Gwen pleaded as they left the room.
"Nothing big."
“The world is indeed full of peril and in it there are many dark places.
But still there is much that is fair. And though in all lands, love is now
mingled with grief, it still grows, perhaps, the greater.”
― J.R.R. Tolkien, The Lord of the Rings
Archived Thread - replies disabled
1