Love Through the Ages

A Castle of Glass Part 2

Little golden fire bounced along the wedding halls. It almost seemed like a dream.

Every face blurred together. Half of it the red wine and the other half from his hunger.

Oh, how he loathed what he was going to become. Not alllowed to eat for a day. Just to make sure the bodice fit right.

"Stick out your ass, Alfred."

"Let your hips sway when you walk."

"Make sure your eyes are always lowered."

An animal ready to be bred to the highest bidder.

Look at how white his teeth were. The picture of perfect health. Just ignore the scars on his legs, they came from an accident. He would never do that to his perfect body. He would never want to make himself imperfect.

Alfred swirled the cup of red wine. He almost wanted to let it drop and let it sleep into his white clothes. His little wedding would be ruined, would be dirtied. A little act of rebellion. Not that it mattered. He had already said his vows.

His husband had been an imposing figure. His face had been obscured by Alfred's veil. From what he could make out though, he had a nice figure. A nice strong jaw line and well defined arms. The lilting voice, though, was what really grabbed his attention. It sounded...childish. And almost cruel.

Hopefully, this engagement would be one where they had infrequent dinners and had multiple mistresses.

A cold hand was placed on his thigh. It was a rather meaty thing, maybe a soldier?

The pale hand started to climb and climb. It stopped right at the beginning of his underwear.

Then, it started to massage and pinch. Feeling him up. How disgusting.

Alfred stayed still. He continued to look into the ruby red of his drink.

"Not having much fun, are we?"

At the sound of a melodious voice, Alfred looked up.

A pool of violet returned his gaze.

How pretty