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When I wrote this I always think of that downtown abbey scene in the beginning with the Turkish diplomat. Oof spicy, to bad it ends the way it does.
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"Your wedding is in less than 2 days time, and you won't even come to some type of decision." The girls mother hissed. Y/n, jojen, lord and lady Reid, and y/n's parents and grandmother all sat at the dining room table. Jojen sat next to his soon to be wed eyeing her every so often.
"I would just rather not have this conversation now at the table." The girl sighed.
"The question was simple will you and jojen have a bedding ceremony or not?" Her mothers voice raised. The thought of losing her virtue in a room full of people, with only a thin sheer layer of fabric to hide behind, made her cringe.
"No, Ma Ma, I don't think we will, I barely know jojen let alone know the people who would be there and I don't think I could stand it."
"But its a custom that has been carried on for centuries."
"Would you like us to. Because you ard asking me a question to which you clearly have an answer, so please tell me. Will I have a consummation ceremony?" The princess had moved her pointer finger and thumb to gripped the bridge of her nose.
"We will discuss it later," she started but was cut off by lord Reed.
"I think the poor girl is quite uncomfortable, and she is correct, this is something for her and my son to discuss. And this practice is not required in either of our kingdoms, even though we have both taken part in the tradition." The man said and the pair shared a smile. Y/ns saying thank you and his saying your welcome.
"Your parents are oddly particular." Jojen whispered as the conversation around the table picked back up.
"You have little knowledge of there weirdly timed oppression." She whispered back.
"Well, do you have an answer for her?"
"If I, a woman, am not allowed to be alone with a man in fear I will be ruined. Why is it a tradition to have people watch me, when in society I can not even show my ankles without being confused with a woman of the night."
