Two couples. Two marriages. Two loves.
One ship. One wreckage.
One death?
Two marriages clash in the first-class cabins of the Titanic, mixing four people in a war of bliss, and pleasure as well as discord and jealousy as two marriages merge above...
The crowd was large. It did not occur to you until you had entered the ship and looked over the railing. People were teeming over the Southampton port, some crying, some smiling and some simply standing there admiring the newly debuted ship.
Your eyes caught Mary's handkerchief waving in the air. It directed you to Mary herself who was wiping her tears with her hands despite the handkerchief.
A gush of wind swept across your face, and you involuntarily smiled. It was such a long time since you had been in fresh air much less gone anywhere near the seaside; living in England had its bleak aspects.
You bent back to feel the wind and your back bumped on a chest. Looking behind you, your eyes fell on your husband, Kim Taehyung. You hardly knew him. After being betrothed to him you only got the chance to see him thrice, on your wedding night and two other days.
Remembering the events that day you would have felt embarrassed, but his cold demeanor and passive expression wiped all the discomfort off your thoughts.
Of course, to be truthful, he did not even care about his actions that day. His actions were mechanical and devoid of any emotion. You had to admit it made you feel even more self-conscious but now, staring at his unchanged face you decided it may be his usual expression.
"Shall we go inside and inspect the rooms?" He did not wait for you but walked away, bumping rigidly into the people around you who moved out of his way, intimidated by his presence.
You had no choice but to follow. He was talking to a uniformed officer who gestured at a steward to show him to your room. Taehyung took one look behind him to confirm whether you were coming and swept behind the man.
You followed them along carpeted corridors and found yourself in a lavishly decorated room. There was a double bed in one corner with very thick white bed covers. It reminded you of one purpose of this trip, conceiving a child.
There were two lights on either side of the red and gold patterned walls. An armchair and a table for two stood on the red and cream checked carpet. Your luggage lied in a corner.
All in all it suited your taste. Yet if there was one fact that was worth mentioning it was that the overall red and gold —the armchair was also red while the table was of furnished brown mahogany— furnishings gave the atmosphere a sensual quality which brought mixed feelings in you.
For one thing, you had no problem with your husband. He didn't pay a lot of attention to you and never bothered you in anything. But that was exactly the issue. He was all too indifferent and uncaring.
Undoubtedly he would have sex for the pure intention of fulfilling his father's wished of continuing the family line, not for love. Even on your first night, you had sex for the age-old tradition and not to make love.
The thought brought a bitter feeling to your throat. It seemed as if there was a large chasm in your heart which you always kept reserved for your husband but which he never succeeded to fill. It didn't appear like he wanted to fill it regardless.
And yet you questioned whether you had any romantic feelings for him. You respected him as your husband. You would have accompanied him to events if you had met him more frequently, but sadly it wasn't that way.
"I'm going to check over the decks," he said in his usual clipped tone and walked away leaving you alone in the room. You sat down on the bed and caressed the white sheets wondering what might happen today.
Will he show you some affection for once? You doubted your feelings for him. It was as if you admired and idolized him. After all, he was a clean cut fashionable man and his aloofness only made you favour him more.
Yet it wasn't right.
You slipped off your overcoat and painfully removed the pins keeping your hair attached to the feathered hat. Fashion was a pain, but only for women.
"I don't understand my life," you muttered to yourself and climbed onto bed, kicking off the heels hurting your feet. Taehyung probably would not like it if you were on bed still in your clothing.
...Or would he? You were completely ignorant about his personality, except the fact that he was a refined but cold man.
Somebody knocked on the oaken door just as you managed to get under the sheets. Cursing under your breath, you walked towards the door and wrenched it open.
A steward in white and black clothing greeted you with a small bow and a wide smile. "Madam, I'm here to inform you that the first luncheon is in two hours, you may find a map of the ship on the table —he gestured at the table where a folded white piece of paper stood that you did not notice before— and it's in the Dining Room.
He bowed again and left. You sighed and opened your trunk in search of suitable clothing for a formal dinner.
You singled out a ivory white gown with long flowing sleeves and a deep plunging neckline. It would be great if it at least would ignite Taehyung's libido if not his love.
You looked at yourself in the mirror. For some reason it seemed as if you had lost weight. You face looked pale. It wasn't a reason for astonishment, you chided yourself. The indescribable stress that overwhelmed you for no reason was surely the culprit.
You added a dash of powder to your face and lip stain to your lips and admired yourself again. It was a little better, you looked much younger looking.
To take advantage of your weight loss, you tightened the corset on your waist as far it could go, just to the point where you would be able to breath without making it obvious that you were struggling.
Finally, with the dress on, you made your way out of the room to find Taehyung with the map tucked in your hand.
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W/N: Welcome to an adventure through the 1910s' transatlantic world of the Titanic (though the Titanic's of British origin the destination was New York, hence "transatlantic") via Taehyung.
Many facts about the Titanic I mention here will be true, anything to do with the characters will strictly be held as figments of our imaginations (˃̣̣̥‿˂̣̣̥)
