((Contains reference to adult activities.))
November 27th, 1613
Barely two weeks after the greatly celebrated wedding of the Crown Prince, the Pomeran court made its traditional move to the northern citadel of Castile Woolgar, deep in the frozen winter, to celebrate the New Year. Everyone was expected to attend, and for the first time in what might have been several years, the High King and his Queen were able to preside over a court that held all three of their sons in close proximity.
Of course, it was not all celebrations and jocularity - the business of the realm still had to be attended to, taking several of the higher ranking men away from the festivities to sit in council with the High King and his eldest son for several hours of each day. It was as one of these councils was closing that the familiar shape of Prince Maksim, the king's second son, was found to be lurking just outside the chamber door, grinning widely as he waited for his brother.
While the council might be boring, it was important, and as next in line to the throne, it was another duty Stephan took very seriously. To say finding his brother lurking outside the chamber with a stupid grin on his face when he was supposed to be escorting the Princess took the Crown Prince by surprise was a bit of an understatement, especially after the all-too-serious matters of business that had just been tended to. "Might I ask what you are doing here, brother, and more importantly, where is my wife?" he asked, straight to the point as he stepped out of the council chamber and pulled his cheeky brother aside.
Chuckling, Maksim let himself be pulled aside. "I am come to fetch you, brother mine," he said in his merry way, never seeming to be touched by the disapproving glances of their father. "For there is a great deal of entertainment to be found surrounding your pretty wife at court today. When I left her, the Lady Margaret looked full set to confront the Crown Princess, and the whispers seem to suggest that she may have begun already. We should hurry, or we'll miss the fun."
"Confront?" Stephan echoed, his face darkening, eyes flashing with anger. If the Lady Margaret was bold enough to make trouble for him or his new bride, she was far more foolish than even Stephan had suspected. "I fail to see how this might prove fun," he added, narrowing his eyes at his brother, but glad he had seen fit to fetch him.
Maksim's grin grew bigger at the sight of his elder brother's protective anger. "Then you haven't watched your little bride when she's playing the princess, have you?" he teased, utterly unafraid of earning that anger himself. He'd been punched by his brothers before; no doubt it would happen again. Grasping Stephan's elbow, he moved for the main rooms of court, through the throne room and out into the banqueting chamber. "Felipe is keeping an eye, to make sure things don't go too far. Now where ..." He scanned the room, seeking out their younger brother's tall, brooding form. "Ah, there he is. This way, brother dearest."
"I don't suppose this has anything to do with your flowery tongue, does it, dear brother?" Stephan pressed further, knowing his brother's reputation with the ladies and hoping he wasn't making advances toward his wife, though he had a feeling Marianne would find such advances more amusing than serious. He followed along at his brother's insistence, spying the youngest of the three keeping watch for trouble.
"Would I disgrace your noble name in such a way?" It wasn't an answer, as such, but Maksim wasn't about to admit to anyone what Marianne had said to him when he'd made a play for her seduction. It was unnerving to have his brother married to a little woman who seemed to be able to look straight through him. "Ah, here we are." Drawing Stephan to Felipe's side, the three brothers had a perfect view of what was in front of them - the Crown Princess face to face with Lady Margaret.
"Don't force me to have to answer such a question, little brother," Stephan warned his brother seriously, his voice quiet enough that only the two of them could hear as they conversed back and forth. "You will not like the outcome," he added. While he trusted Marianne completely, he was not quite so trusting of his younger brother.
The two women were so different as to be complete opposites; the blonde, buxom Margaret, resplendent in blue and gold, her dress made to draw attention to her curvier assets, standing tall before the dainty, demure Marianne, whose modest dress and manner seemed as though it had already been overwhelmed. Of the three brothers, however, only Stephan knew enough to be able to recognize the way his wife's chin had raised.
To their ears floated the foolish words being spoken by the lady to her superior. "....such a fine lover, would you not say, madam' Why, have you discovered the secret of his left hip by now" Or no ....such a girl so young as yourself would not have the means with which to do so."
Stephan came to a halt beside his youngest brother, close enough to see and hear what was taking place between the two women. His expression darkened further at the words he heard coming from a woman of the court who should be above such behavior. He growled low in his throat, moving to push his way past his brothers and confront his wife's tormentor.
Maksim's grip on his elbow tightened as he made to push forward, a nod to Felipe bringing the youngest brother's arm across Stephan's chest. Though he might be the eldest, he was not stronger than both of them combined. "Hold your peace and listen," Maksim told him quietly. "These first words are a woman's war."
Before them, unaware of the royal audience at her back, Marianne held her silence for a long moment, finally raising her eyes to meet the bold rudeness of Margaret's. "My lady, are you perhaps unschooled?" she asked politely. "Your education seems, I think, to have been sadly lacking. Are you not aware that the Goddess holds sway over a man and his wife, that She protects and guides, and will plant the seed of love where it will grow truest?" She didn't wait for an answer, taking a step closer, though she made no attempt to lower her voice. "Mark me well, Mistress Margaret. Where love grows, thorns rise to its defense. Make one move to usurp my place, and you will fail, to the detriment of yourself and your house."
Margaret stared at her, the shock on her face evidence enough that the Crown Princess could be every bit as menacing as her husband when she chose to be. Without an answer, Marianne stepped back. "If I see you within my arms' reach again, it will be too soon. I do not welcome your company, nor accept your false friendship. Find another to ply your wicked ways upon; you will find no success here. Good day, madam."
Without waiting for a reply, Marianne swept past the dumbstruck woman, unaware of the amused approval on the faces of those who bowed to her as she left the banqueting hall.
November 27th, 1613
Barely two weeks after the greatly celebrated wedding of the Crown Prince, the Pomeran court made its traditional move to the northern citadel of Castile Woolgar, deep in the frozen winter, to celebrate the New Year. Everyone was expected to attend, and for the first time in what might have been several years, the High King and his Queen were able to preside over a court that held all three of their sons in close proximity.
Of course, it was not all celebrations and jocularity - the business of the realm still had to be attended to, taking several of the higher ranking men away from the festivities to sit in council with the High King and his eldest son for several hours of each day. It was as one of these councils was closing that the familiar shape of Prince Maksim, the king's second son, was found to be lurking just outside the chamber door, grinning widely as he waited for his brother.
While the council might be boring, it was important, and as next in line to the throne, it was another duty Stephan took very seriously. To say finding his brother lurking outside the chamber with a stupid grin on his face when he was supposed to be escorting the Princess took the Crown Prince by surprise was a bit of an understatement, especially after the all-too-serious matters of business that had just been tended to. "Might I ask what you are doing here, brother, and more importantly, where is my wife?" he asked, straight to the point as he stepped out of the council chamber and pulled his cheeky brother aside.
Chuckling, Maksim let himself be pulled aside. "I am come to fetch you, brother mine," he said in his merry way, never seeming to be touched by the disapproving glances of their father. "For there is a great deal of entertainment to be found surrounding your pretty wife at court today. When I left her, the Lady Margaret looked full set to confront the Crown Princess, and the whispers seem to suggest that she may have begun already. We should hurry, or we'll miss the fun."
"Confront?" Stephan echoed, his face darkening, eyes flashing with anger. If the Lady Margaret was bold enough to make trouble for him or his new bride, she was far more foolish than even Stephan had suspected. "I fail to see how this might prove fun," he added, narrowing his eyes at his brother, but glad he had seen fit to fetch him.
Maksim's grin grew bigger at the sight of his elder brother's protective anger. "Then you haven't watched your little bride when she's playing the princess, have you?" he teased, utterly unafraid of earning that anger himself. He'd been punched by his brothers before; no doubt it would happen again. Grasping Stephan's elbow, he moved for the main rooms of court, through the throne room and out into the banqueting chamber. "Felipe is keeping an eye, to make sure things don't go too far. Now where ..." He scanned the room, seeking out their younger brother's tall, brooding form. "Ah, there he is. This way, brother dearest."
"I don't suppose this has anything to do with your flowery tongue, does it, dear brother?" Stephan pressed further, knowing his brother's reputation with the ladies and hoping he wasn't making advances toward his wife, though he had a feeling Marianne would find such advances more amusing than serious. He followed along at his brother's insistence, spying the youngest of the three keeping watch for trouble.
"Would I disgrace your noble name in such a way?" It wasn't an answer, as such, but Maksim wasn't about to admit to anyone what Marianne had said to him when he'd made a play for her seduction. It was unnerving to have his brother married to a little woman who seemed to be able to look straight through him. "Ah, here we are." Drawing Stephan to Felipe's side, the three brothers had a perfect view of what was in front of them - the Crown Princess face to face with Lady Margaret.
"Don't force me to have to answer such a question, little brother," Stephan warned his brother seriously, his voice quiet enough that only the two of them could hear as they conversed back and forth. "You will not like the outcome," he added. While he trusted Marianne completely, he was not quite so trusting of his younger brother.
The two women were so different as to be complete opposites; the blonde, buxom Margaret, resplendent in blue and gold, her dress made to draw attention to her curvier assets, standing tall before the dainty, demure Marianne, whose modest dress and manner seemed as though it had already been overwhelmed. Of the three brothers, however, only Stephan knew enough to be able to recognize the way his wife's chin had raised.
To their ears floated the foolish words being spoken by the lady to her superior. "....such a fine lover, would you not say, madam' Why, have you discovered the secret of his left hip by now" Or no ....such a girl so young as yourself would not have the means with which to do so."
Stephan came to a halt beside his youngest brother, close enough to see and hear what was taking place between the two women. His expression darkened further at the words he heard coming from a woman of the court who should be above such behavior. He growled low in his throat, moving to push his way past his brothers and confront his wife's tormentor.
Maksim's grip on his elbow tightened as he made to push forward, a nod to Felipe bringing the youngest brother's arm across Stephan's chest. Though he might be the eldest, he was not stronger than both of them combined. "Hold your peace and listen," Maksim told him quietly. "These first words are a woman's war."
Before them, unaware of the royal audience at her back, Marianne held her silence for a long moment, finally raising her eyes to meet the bold rudeness of Margaret's. "My lady, are you perhaps unschooled?" she asked politely. "Your education seems, I think, to have been sadly lacking. Are you not aware that the Goddess holds sway over a man and his wife, that She protects and guides, and will plant the seed of love where it will grow truest?" She didn't wait for an answer, taking a step closer, though she made no attempt to lower her voice. "Mark me well, Mistress Margaret. Where love grows, thorns rise to its defense. Make one move to usurp my place, and you will fail, to the detriment of yourself and your house."
Margaret stared at her, the shock on her face evidence enough that the Crown Princess could be every bit as menacing as her husband when she chose to be. Without an answer, Marianne stepped back. "If I see you within my arms' reach again, it will be too soon. I do not welcome your company, nor accept your false friendship. Find another to ply your wicked ways upon; you will find no success here. Good day, madam."
Without waiting for a reply, Marianne swept past the dumbstruck woman, unaware of the amused approval on the faces of those who bowed to her as she left the banqueting hall.