Arranged marriage. (DrinkToMeOnlyWithThineEyes.)

[SilentFeather]

King Tristan smiled, sitting down beside his beloved husband. "Something drew me to this sketch."

King Tristan felt as if life was on his side, wanting to be awake and never sleep. He never wanted to miss anything that he and the other King did together. He was at peace, his desires were finally on track. He loved everything about his lover.

King Tristan smiled, gazing into his other half's eyes. "Our firstborn will be strong just like you, Erumollien."

King Tristan was very curious as to what the other King's House crest truly meant. He stayed where he was, feeling as if he could be with him forever, even after many years would pass. That is true love. He eagerly felt the movements of their unborn, finding himself smiling happily as the babe was kicking as if excited. He felt closer to his husband with each touch.

With each rough kick like movements of the unborn babe he smiled, gasp or winced. He did not complain, he felt as if he was doing something right, the goal he had was to bring the babe into the world. Life was a part of birth and birth was life.

King Tristan was so happy to have gained the other King's love, cherishing it more than a pot of gold or a diamond.

"Of course. I desire to listen and learn about your House's crest." King Tristan said with a nod, curiousity on his mind.

King Tristan had matured, taking each word that his lover spoke seriously. He loved him with a passion, burning hotter than fire itself. He was eager to be in his lover's arms forever, never wanting him to let go. Love was like rope, never unwinding or breaking apart. It was strong and was able to climb to safety and that strong rope was his beloved husband.