Arranged marriage. (DrinkToMeOnlyWithThineEyes.)

[DrinkToMeOnlyWithThineEyes]

He finished painting the markings that acknowledged his consort's status as a member of his House but he did not add the symbol that was common among the married couples among previous ruling couples. He did not write "most beloved" for why must he lie to the world and himself? This was his duty. That was just it.

Turning Tristan over to observe his handiwork, he nodded to himself. He added a final mark that spoke loudly of how he had not yet acknowledged him as his better half. But it was fortunate his consort had not studied their markings nor can he see them. Soon after, he traced vines upon his consort's shoulders before marking Tristan's shoulder with his teeth, biting down to ensure the bruising and marks shall appear.

Opening his bedside drawer, he took out oil as he began unlacing his trousers, his fingers moving swiftly and the moment he'd gotten his laces undone, he threw away his trousers and lathered the oil on his manhood, rubbing at his cock to harden himself so he may be able to enter his consort properly.

"Brace yourself." He murmured to Tristan as he pressed a kiss upon the top of his consort's head as he pressed the tip of his length against Tristan's opening.