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by morning the memory of the night before had lost it's edge and sleep had dulled his own offense so that only an unpleasant thought was left and that was easily ignored. stepping towards his wife's chambers he found the other had already left. he went to the church with angry thoughts on his mind

The extra time in the chapel was spent paying silent respects to his Lord, his hands moving smoothly across the polished stones he held in hand, aiding him to keep track of each prayer he was to speak softly under his breath. He'd only made it to his third large bead, the prayer of their Father still needing to be said when his husband's presence beside him stole his attention. Feeling the Prince lean in close, he could feel his warmth and knew simply by his actions that he was angry, and his words did nothing but confirm it. "Why did you not wait wife?" Though the words were softly hissed into his ear, he remained on his knees at the head of the pew, flipping the smooth stone between his fingers as he contemplated his response. "I did not wish to dally in my rooms when I could have been saying my prayers. I might be going to hell but it does not mean I won't say my prayers."

it was a sham he could tell but there was nothing to be done about it, if he said he did it for god only one of god's men could contest it. with a low growl he followed his wife to his knees though his prayers were not said with reverence

He had expected for his poor feelings to be assuaged by the end of the mass, the words the monk spoke of telling everyone that both God and his beloved son would forgive anyone who repent. Yet, as the holy book was closed and everyone was asked to stand in one final prayer he could still feel as though his husband was still angry for his having left early, and as soon as they were dismissed he took action to leave quickly.

the boy's constant fleeing was no longer a desirable part of this tiresome game and so when the other tried to leave he halted the lad with a firm grip on his arm. "no. today you will walk"

He made no sound or struggle as the hand tightened itself around his arm. He knew he was wrong in attempting to flee, and the grip on his arm reminded him of his mistake. Eyes remained glued to the floor as he was led out of the chapel and through winding paths until he found in a place he could only assume was their garden by the scent of the flowers he loved so much. Only when they came to a halt did he dare raise his gaze to the Prince and offer his voice. "I'm sorry, my lord."

the words were unwelcome after the silence of their meandering and he almost thought to ignore the but for the issue of his wife's lack of fealty. "you are still expected to come to my chambers tonight, you will leave the box in your own....why do you find me so offensive wife?

The words were caught in his throat for a short moment, the sincere words that pressed him leaving him struck without words. "You are a unique thing I have not encountered before and it is intimidating," He started slowly before he found his gaze falling to the side. "I do not find you offensive."

he scowled. "unique? what an insulting thing to be called." when he was offered an apology he pushed hiim away. "what happened to your spine? before you were defiant, now you are just insulting and simpering and rather droll like any other woman. have you a fondness for acting outside of your sex wife?"

He took a half stumble back as the hands shoved him away. "If I did trust me that I wouldn't be here." The words felt harsh coming from his lips, and taking a step forward the marquess took up his spot again. "If I enjoyed acting like a woman I would have found something much better to do than sit here and pretend to be what I'm not. The only reason I am here and dressed up is to save the people, and the reason I stand before you in defiance be because I do not care if you raise your hand against me. I'll still have my pride."

he barked a laugh at that. "have you not heard me wife? i am angry in part because you show no defiance any longer. you will not defy me but i did not expect you to bend like grass in the wind. you disappoint me wife."

An ugly scowl etched itself onto his face as the words reached his ears. The words spoke nothing but truth, but even as he heard them he could feel his pride swelling inside, keeping him obstinate as he refused to yield for the Prince. "Well then maybe I won't bend for anything, especially not you."

this time his face feel into a warped grin and moving forward he pushed the other male down before getting to his own knees to lean over the other. "then you will break like an oak branch in a storm."

For only a brief moment his senses were taken, the abrupt shove to the ground leaving him confused until the Prince started closer. Immediately a hand was raised to press the other away, but his resistance only proved to be poor as a hand was brought back to strike against his cheek. His jaw was clenched firm as though made of iron, which only grew tighter as he noticed the look of authority plastered across the Prince’s face. Several times the marquess’ mouth opened to speak, but as no words came out he allowed it to close without so much of a sound before lifting a hand to strike back against the Prince. His hand was quick, slapping against a pale cheek with enough force that it gave a satisfying sound, though even he knew the reaction he’d drawn from the other would be much less satisfying. Still, it didn't come right away. Looking at the Prince all that could be seen throughout his entire face was shock. no anger, no upset, only a moment of silence confusion. Eyes remained fixated on the agape face until he realized it to be a moment for him to flee, a moment for him to escape the danger he'd just unleashed. Pulling away the marquess removed himself from beneath the Prince, and quickly straightening he did not offer a look back towards the frozen man, and instead fled with a quick pace until out of sight. Then, he broke into a run

he was shocked to the point of confusion as pain blossomed across his face and the lad under him stopped moving and pulled away. he could do little more than stare at retreating billows of fabric and slippered feet as the other left and not until he was alone to gather his thoughts did he understand what had happened, by the time he had risen to his feet he was livid

He'd fled to the comfort of his chambers, knowing that at least his rooms could keep him safe, for a short while. He did not leave for the first meal, or the second, and in exchange for his cowardliness he received talk and chatter from the help. The Prince sounded to be angry, and no one really escaped his harass, especially not the maids, and it left him feeling hypocritical. He had come to fix his sister's cowardliness, and in exchange the help were protecting them without hardly realizing. Feeling a sick feeling settle into his stomach he pulled himself free of the bed to get changed for the last meal. He'd fix his mistake