A wonderful robe, indeed it was. White and blue, with the weapons of you house and yourself embroidered on your shoulders. And man, that spear was girthy. As you got dressed and looked in the polished silver mirror, you enjoyed what you saw. Not only was your outfit very fasionable, but you looked the part too. The blue of the robe coloured with your eyes, making them look even bluer. Your hair, the same black as your brother's but quite a bit shorter, was packed into a bun on the back of your head. The sun had done you well, as you were quite tanned. Not as much as most courtiers, but compared to your brother you were a few shades darker. Having a mother from the faraway Snowlands mostly contributed to this. The outfit also enhanced your musculature. You were far from as burly as most of the guard, but again, compared to your somewhat frail brother you looked strong and healthy. As you heard the bronze clocks of the tower sound, you realized it was time to go. Followed by your small entourage, you headed for the temple of Scythilous.
+5 Prestige
The walk was decently long, from the castle up the cliff to the centre of Grand Tychea down below. An hour you walked, along the rose-lined marble path connecting the keep to the city. But finally, you arrived. And before the silver altar stood none other than your brother.
He looked gorgeous, wearing a robe of white-and-jade. The robe showed quite some skin, exposing his sides and back almost entirely. Not something one would expect from someone forced into marriage like this. His right arm was the only thing completely covered in cloth, undoubtedly to hide the fact you had fractured it this afternoon. His expression was priceless: blushing, trying to appear somewhat frustrated and avoiding most eye contact.
The ceremony went swimmingly, while most of the court watched. Holy words were said, blood exchanged, and, of course, there was a kiss. Short, but it was there. And it felt great. Well, the consumation felt greater, but those details you would spare the world. Your brother seemed to think the same, even though he still pretended to be angry the entire time. Still, you had not heard him call you Nīki in years.
The next morning you woke up beside him. You had nothing planned yet for the day. Thinking about it, you would:
A. Attend to one of Magistros Constantine Bacchopolou's lavish parties.
B. Go hunting with your other siblings
C. Join the commanders in a scheduled military exercise
A. Take Andreichos with you
B. Leave Andreichos home
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Topic: [SG] Soul {slowly turning into incestous homoerotica?} (Read 5002 times)