Blood-Stained Rose [ON HOLD]

Chapter 1

It was his first day in court. He had to establish his rule over England as a right of lineage rather than conquest. He had a pleasant evening. Although his wife was tolerable and undoubtedly beautiful, she wasn't trustworthy yet. He could say from experiences of being betrayed, that no one should ever trust anyone right away, no matter how beautiful they may seem. Especially with Talia being his mother, he knew that people could disguise themselves as sweet, charismatic women. In reality, they are sick, twisting, cruel women. While he was sure that Marinette wasn't like that, he couldn't get comfortable. 

He had just jotted down the start of his reign as of the 21st of August, 1485. Although the battle was the 22nd, he was implying that all who had fought against him had committed treason. Their actions could have them potentially executed. All of his brothers were there. His father was beside him, guiding him to the throne that was rightfully his. After years of exile and planning, he was where he belonged as the King of England.

Oddly Marinette wasn't there yet. She was probably about to enter. He had woken up before her. Right at that moment, Marinette walked in. She was wearing a beautiful gown with her head held high. Once she caught sight of him, she lowered her head, and curtsied, "Your Highness."

"Princess, I'm so very glad that you were able to join us this morning", his voice boomed through the now quiet room.

"The pleasure is all mine, sire", she spoke respectfully. Damian came up to her, took her hand, and lead her towards the thrones. He sat down in the throne meant for the king, while she gracefully took a seat in the throne next to him. He looked towards his family as well as Marinette's family along with the few guards and maids that were currently present. His brothers, now broken out of their shock, were whispering urgently to each other, most likely gossiping about his relationship with Marinette. That reminded him of the girl sitting beside him. He looked over at her and realized that she was in her own world. She was for some reason looking at one particular maid. It made him curious, why was she looking at that maid?

(45 minutes before Marinette arrived)

Marinette woke with a start and looked around the room, trying to figure out where she was. That's when the memory of the last few days came to her: the wedding, the games of chess, the glances, them going to bed together. She looked over to her side, and to her relief, Damian was not present. She didn't have anything against him. He was nice sure blunt at times, but he seemed to be a nice person so far. At least, that's what she had figured out. For all, she knew he was putting on a mask. Which was why she was relieved that he wasn't present so that she could take a second to get used to everything. 

Once she had calmed down, she got out of bed and got ready. Today, she was wearing a pastel pink gown lined with white lace, along with the same color shoes and crown. She had put her hair up into a messy bun with a rose the same pastel pink color in it.

(You can decide if you like the outfit at the top better or this outfit, they are pretty similar)

She left the chambers and saw her maid Alya. She was talking with a noble Lila if she remembered correctly. She said her good morning, but Alya's reaction startled her. They were practically best friends, her being her maid and all, but she completely ignored Marinette. It made her feel uneasy. As she walked down the hallway to the throne room, she felt two pairs of eyes on her. She glanced back and had to do a double-take once she saw the evil glint in both of the girls' eyes. Feeling even more uneasy than before, she rushes down the hall as fast as a princess or rather a queen is supposed to go. Once she reaches the doors of the throne room, she took a moment to get herself together. She held her head high and walked in.