Post by Sansa Stark on Jul 1, 2014 22:41:24 GMT -6
"No," she replied. "I want it to be public. I want everyone to see."
Jocelyn fumbled with her hands, not sure how to feel about the the sensation of flying through the air. She watched buildings pass, getting more and more elaborate and elegant the closer they got the top. Not many slaves were allowed to glimpse the higher levels so closely, much less go beyond, and she suddenly felt very ashamed of her appearance.
"...I'm covered from head to toe in soot," she said quietly. "Are you certain it's wise to pick me as a bride? Look at me, Your Highness..."
But he can't see you, she thought, because you knew that covering yourself in dirt would prevent that. Rash actions from a desperate girl.
Post by Lillian Gray on Jul 1, 2014 22:57:51 GMT -6
"Alexander." He said kindly.
The Prince placed himself in front of Jocelyn and once again tried to wipe the soot from her face. He laughed though, at her statement, as if a little soot mattered.
"My lady. It wouldn't matter if you were covered head to toe in mud, coal dust, or silks from the finest craftsmen." He chuckled, finally able to see the color of her soft skin. "There's something beneath the exterior, even if there's a little soot in the way."
Alexander knew he sounded ridiculous, he had to. He was a royal child, and she a slave. If his words got through to her, she wouldn't admit it.
"We can make it public. So everyone can see." That a royal man chose a slave as his bride, and he's not looking back.
Post by Sansa Stark on Jul 1, 2014 23:24:25 GMT -6
She didn't believe him for a second--if it truly hadn't mattered, why had the slaves of the capital never seen his face before? But there was something about the sincerity of his words that caught her reply before it burst from her throat, and Jocelyn was able to reform the response before speaking.
"...Alexander," she repeated, allowing him to try and rub the soot from her face. Jocelyn supposed she should get used to his touch. "Even so, would you permit me to bathe when we reach the castle? Though the sentiment is romantic, I don't think I like being covered in soot."
Thank you Mother, for educating me in speech so I don't look like a fool.
Post by Lillian Gray on Jul 1, 2014 23:29:17 GMT -6
"Of course." He replied. It was easy to read her face, she was young yet. There was something else Jocelyn wanted to say, and he didn't blame her for wanting to call him out on his words.
Not once had he been able to visit the slums. He wanted to blame his brother, but that was his own fault. Alexander didn't have the time or knowledge to visit the slums, he was terrified the people would only hate him as they did his brother. They were of the same blood.
"We're nearly there. We have time yet for you to do whatever you need."
Post by Sansa Stark on Jul 1, 2014 23:36:08 GMT -6
"I'm only sixteen," she told him earnestly. "I have nothing to wear...and nothing to do. Besides bathe. I'm going to make a fool of myself." Jocelyn looked up to him and met his light eyes, admiring the softness of them, but questioned whether or not they were hiding something.
"Please, are you certain this isn't some sort of trick? My family, we've suffered enough..."
Post by Lillian Gray on Jul 1, 2014 23:52:25 GMT -6
"I promise." He told her earnestly. "My brother...he's a cruel man, we don't share the same ideals. If it were him, it would be a trick, but I swear, on the old King and Queen, Gods bless them, this is no trick."
His eyes locked on hers the whole time. She didn't have to love him. Didn't need to give him any children. However, Alexander wanted to make things right, and she could help. With their marriage, he could bring about change in their country.
She supposed she had to believe him. After all, a man is not his brother, as the Great Teachings say. And religion was all a slave had when there was nothing left but pickaxes and barely legal portions of food.
A great shadow covered the small ship. Instantly, Jocelyn looked up to identify the mass that had blocked out the sun, only to find a palace in her wake, looming and giant against a pale blue sky with dots of clouds. Elegant to the core, dramatic architecture and marble and gold and stone carved the great castle of Archaedon, the Crown of the World. Jocelyn's jaw dropped to see it in person.
Post by Lillian Gray on Jul 2, 2014 0:57:13 GMT -6
"What do you think?" Alexander watched her expression carefully. She seemed impressed by the towering castle. The Prince was still so stunned by the curvature and height of the castle, even he was impressed. This was his home, he and his brother lived near the top. It had the best view by far of the city.
The airship took them up to an entire floor claimed for Alexander. It connected with the rest of the building, but had it's own landing space for easy travel. Rarely did the Prince bother to visit his brother anyways, he kept the door locked most times.
Alexander stepped out of the ship and extended a hand towards his bride to be. "This way."
Post by Sansa Stark on Jul 2, 2014 15:21:10 GMT -6
Jocelyn felt like she was going to be sick, her eyes daring to peer over the edge of the landing pad to the bustling city below. All around her the same small ships flew through the air like insects, pollinating one flower and then the other, always zooming from place to place. We must be a thousand feet up, she thought frightfully to herself, or a thousand miles...
It took a few moments to snap from the terror. Jocelyn turned from the edge thankfully and followed the prince deeper into arched corridors and glass ceilings. One could see right through to the clouds above in certain places. It was unlike anything any slave had ever seen, and though she still had trouble believing this was genuine, she counted her blessings. There would be hundreds of more terrible ways to die than in a place like this.
She suddenly remembered that she was shamefully covered in thick layers of dirt. "Ah--your highness, I'm so sorry, I tracked dirt into your home..." Jocelyn kept her head down when maids passed--even they were of a higher class than her and demanded respect--and all at once, the small bubble of confidence she had been building was popped with a single poke. "I should bathe, if it please you."