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Thancred and the Wolf
Apr. 1st, 2024 05:25 pm![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png){kind=small}
bostonhowlerBrigid fidgets. She can't help it. She fidgets with her mother's necklace trying not to ruin the lace she's stuck in. Around her, women are giggling and talking about how lucky she is. How handsome her soon to be husband is.
Yes, that's all well and good, but nothing that she cares about. Looks mean nothing. She needs someone kind, gentle, generous, patient.
She sighs, not turning from the window, where she's watching the world go by as her hair and dress are fiddled within an inch of their life.
Hearing her Alpha coming, she turns for the door, much to the tutting of the woman trying to finish the skirt of her dress. Still, as he walks in the room, the giggling stops, and the room fills with his presence, and the woman find somewhere else to be. Thankfully. She's tired of them. She turns fully and bows her head in respect for her Alpha.
"No need to look so dreadful, Brigid." He says, taking her hands in his huge ones. He's a farmer, through and through and his power comes from the Wolves under his control. And here he's forging an alliance for the Pack, for protection, for... reasons she doesn't know, because unlike most Alphas when given a History Keeper, he shares nothing with her. Probably so she can't challenge him. She's also being sent away because of that. He wants no challenge to his word, and having her in the Pack brings a problem. "He's a good man. He'll take care of you, and you have the name of the Alpha?"
"Yes, Uncle." She says, her voice soft and respectful. She wants to scream at him, to challenge him, to tell him he can't do this to her. To point out that he's sending away the one person who could keep him from being challenged! But she won't. She will bite her tongue. There's nothing left for her here anyway. Her best friend has gone away. Her parents died years ago. She's the only one left. And while she is part of the Pack, since Marcal had started this campaign to marry her off, they've treated her different, treated her as Other.
"Good, now." He says, smiling. "Let's get you married."
She follows him out of the room, to her future.
She doesn't remember the actual ceremony. Just the cheer from both her people and his when they are announced as a married couple. Standing in the new bedroom, where she'll live she stares out the window, playing with her mother's necklace. She turns, hearing her new husband. At least they'd taken her hair down, so the red curls fall to mid back, instead of constrained in that utterly ridiculous hairstyle they'd made her wear, even if they'd left her in the lace and utterly impractical dress that she'd been forced into. She jerks her chin up, unwilling to bow to anyone again. Marcal had done enough of that to her. "Is everyone satisfied that we are well and truly wed?" She asks, managing to not sound bitter.
Yes, that's all well and good, but nothing that she cares about. Looks mean nothing. She needs someone kind, gentle, generous, patient.
She sighs, not turning from the window, where she's watching the world go by as her hair and dress are fiddled within an inch of their life.
Hearing her Alpha coming, she turns for the door, much to the tutting of the woman trying to finish the skirt of her dress. Still, as he walks in the room, the giggling stops, and the room fills with his presence, and the woman find somewhere else to be. Thankfully. She's tired of them. She turns fully and bows her head in respect for her Alpha.
"No need to look so dreadful, Brigid." He says, taking her hands in his huge ones. He's a farmer, through and through and his power comes from the Wolves under his control. And here he's forging an alliance for the Pack, for protection, for... reasons she doesn't know, because unlike most Alphas when given a History Keeper, he shares nothing with her. Probably so she can't challenge him. She's also being sent away because of that. He wants no challenge to his word, and having her in the Pack brings a problem. "He's a good man. He'll take care of you, and you have the name of the Alpha?"
"Yes, Uncle." She says, her voice soft and respectful. She wants to scream at him, to challenge him, to tell him he can't do this to her. To point out that he's sending away the one person who could keep him from being challenged! But she won't. She will bite her tongue. There's nothing left for her here anyway. Her best friend has gone away. Her parents died years ago. She's the only one left. And while she is part of the Pack, since Marcal had started this campaign to marry her off, they've treated her different, treated her as Other.
"Good, now." He says, smiling. "Let's get you married."
She follows him out of the room, to her future.
She doesn't remember the actual ceremony. Just the cheer from both her people and his when they are announced as a married couple. Standing in the new bedroom, where she'll live she stares out the window, playing with her mother's necklace. She turns, hearing her new husband. At least they'd taken her hair down, so the red curls fall to mid back, instead of constrained in that utterly ridiculous hairstyle they'd made her wear, even if they'd left her in the lace and utterly impractical dress that she'd been forced into. She jerks her chin up, unwilling to bow to anyone again. Marcal had done enough of that to her. "Is everyone satisfied that we are well and truly wed?" She asks, managing to not sound bitter.