Queen's Chambers

Abaigael turned, startled as the audience chamber was filled with applause and such. She would stare at the people assembled there, waiting to see if their acceptance was some sort of joke. She didn’t see a sign of it though, and would turn to look at Morgan, the frown that had settled over her face disappearing as she notices the other woman’s grin. She had to resist the urge to stand and embrace the woman, though she managed to and would merely smile back at her, gently squeezing her hand as the cheering died down in favor of chattering. She couldn’t help but grimace when she heard some of their comments, about how it was about time and such. She kind of felt like it was too soon; she had never even thought that marriage would be possible, and all of a sudden it was just shoved right in her face. Of course she would be expected to marry Morgan now, not that she didn’t necessarily want to. She also didn’t think that the Queen would want to marry again, not after how her previous marriage had turned out.

When Morgan was finally able to dismiss the audience she would glance at her once again, about to speak only to hear her apology, “Well…I mean. I understand that but...” she would murmur with a shake of her head, “That’s what I have been?” she would ask with a tip of her head, her expression pained. She didn’t mind being thought of as a mistress, though she did understand that calling a meeting in the audience chambers just to announce that she had a mistress would be retarded. When she said that she had probably scared the shit out of her she would smile faintly, “Yeah, you kinda did. I don’t think I’m…capable of being a Queen,” she would admit, a grimace once again pulling at her face. “Don’t get me wrong, I would love to marry you…” she would trail off, shaking her head slightly, “But you can’t possibly think that it would be the best idea,” she murmurs. Morgan didn’t even trust her to make the right decision regarding leaving the palace, how could she possibly trust her to rule a kingdom? Of course Morgan would be there as well, and everything but…And that’s when it hit her. She would be expected to not actually rule; she would just be a false ruler. It kind of made her sick to think about it, knowing that she would be expected to be a puppet.

Abaigael would frown when she said that of course she hadn’t been a mistress, though she thought for an instant that the Queen had no idea what she was talking about. Of course she’d been a mistress, just a mistress that she loved. There was absolutely no difference between mistress and lover. When the Queen continued an amused smile would fight its way onto her face, though she continued to listen quietly as the woman went on and on. She definitely had a knack for rambling. “I thought you said earlier that I could say no if I wanted?” she would ask with a tip of her head, her brows raised slightly as she waits for the answer, though she wasn’t able to wait that long as she couldn’t help but laugh. She would shake her head after she was done and would move to perch herself on her…fiancé’s? lap. She would then grin at the woman before leaning in to kiss her right on the lips, “You…” she would start only to shake her head. “Of course I want to marry you, you just took me by surprise,” she would murmur, this being her way of apologizing for jumping to conclusions. “Whatever, or whoever, you want me to be I will be. Because I love you,” she would murmur honestly, leaving that decision entirely up to Morgan. At this point she wasn’t sure she cared, as long as she wouldn’t be a figurehead. “But…I’m not getting more guards. It’s not possible,” she would laugh, her eyes twinkling with amusement. The woman already had too many people guarding her as it was, she wasn’t about to let her add any more.

Abaigael would smile when the woman said that she was only trying to make her happy, knowing that it was true. Morgan would do anything in her power to make her happy, as she had already proven a million times over. When she said that she was happy that she was consenting to marry her she would laugh softly, only to absolutely beam when Morgan said that she had just made her the happiest woman in all of the four kingdoms, “We’ve better start planning then,” she would grin, already thinking about planning their wedding. She was truly a girly girl, and there wasn’t much that she would be happier doing than planning the ceremony. And the reception, of course. When Morgan responded to her saying that it wasn’t possible for her to have more guards she would laugh, “I know, love. And I truly appreciate it. But, I’m not that fragile,” she would laugh, leaning in to gently kiss her nose. When Morgan wrapped her arms around her and pulled her in she would smile, reaching up to gently brush her fingers through the other woman’s hair, smiling when she looked up at her and spoke again, “I will always love you, Morgan,” she would murmur softly, though an idea had just entered her mind. It was something that she had always wanted, but never figured would be possible…but if they were going to get married then why not? “What about…” she would start, gently biting her lip, “Uhm. Children?”

Abi beamed when her face lit up at the mention of children, “That’s exactly what I’m asking,” she would grin, leaning in to quickly kiss the other woman’s cheek. She couldn’t believe that Morgan had agreed; she’d never figured that she wanted children. When she said that there was plenty of children that they could adopt, or that they could even find a surrogate father she would grin, “We have time to figure it out, I wouldn’t want to do anything like that until after we’re married,” she would explain, though she would lying if she said she wasn’t excited. She’d always wanted children, had always dreamed of creating life, though she wasn’t quite sure if Morgan was actually okay with it. She felt almost like adopting would be the easier of the two choices, though she wasn’t sure if that would be the best idea. When Morgan spoke again she would smile softly, “I love you more,” she murmurs, with a grin, smiling as the woman kisses her. After kissing her back she would move to stand, knowing that she must have been getting heavy, “What do you want to do with the rest of our day?” she would ask curiously, a happy smile spread out over her face.

When Morgan said that she highly doubted that she loved her more and went on to explain she could only laugh, “Well, I did it for your own good. You were just too incredible to resist,” she would say with a wink and a giggle. When she suggested going for a walk in the gardens she would grin and nod, gently grabbing her hand. When the woman gently kissed it before holding it to her chest she would smile softly, taking a step towards the woman in order to gently kiss her cheek; sometimes she still couldn’t believe how incredibly sweet and caring the other woman was. When they moved to exit the room and she asked if she had anything else in mind she would shake her head, “Nope, a walk in the gardens sounds really nice right now,” she would murmur with a smile, incapable of thinking of a better activity to do with Morgan.

As they walked to the gardens she would glance at her beloved, “So, what kind of ceremony would we have? Would it be traditional?” she asked with a tip of her head, wondering if it would work because of their different relationship. She knew that her first instinct was to not have the clergy involved at all with it, but she knew that Morgan was Queen and she sometimes had to do things that would benefit her people, or would make her more popular or whatever. Not that she always did when it came to Abi, I mean look at what she just did today. She risked everything to tell a group of the highest standing individuals that they were going to get married.

When Morgan spoke about them being able to change things up, but there having to be at least one member of the clergy there she would nod, “Makes sense,” she would murmur, falling silent as she thought about how different they would make it. She honestly wasn’t sure what she wanted, and would probably rely on Morgan to give her ideas and whatnot, but she wasn’t too worried about it right now. She figured that they had a while to plan it all out, anyways. When they reached the garden she would turn to glance at her love, leaning in to quickly kiss her, “Catch me if you can,” she would laugh before darting off, picking up her skirts and running down the path for a moment before cutting across the flowers and ducking behind a hedge of bushes. She wouldn’t stop though, merely moving along beside them, following them wherever they lead to. She knew that everything had been stressful lately, and figured that doing something simple like playing a game like this would help out; she knew that it was the little things that made a relationship work, and didn’t want those to be forgotten amidst all of the other things that they had been through lately.

When Morgan was suddenly in front of her she would laugh, grinning when she wrapped her arms around her and kissed her. She would laugh again when she said that Abi was something else, “You love me for it, though,” she would grin, her silver eyes twinkling with amusement. When she kissed her nose she would beam at the woman, watching as she stepped away to pluck a flower before moving back in and tucking it behind her ear, “Thank you,” she would murmur before moving to gently kiss the woman’s cheek, closing her eyes for a brief moment. Afterwards she would pull back a bit before gently grabbing the woman’s hand and beginning to walk, her gaze roaming around the garden as if she’d never visited it before, when in all reality there was hardly a day that she didn’t venture out into the gardens. Suddenly she would grin and veer to the right, dragging Morgan along with her, “Gentians!” she would exclaim, having caught sight of the beautiful blue flowers. She had to admit that they were her favorite, and when she brought Morgan back flowers they were often what she brought her, “Those are what we need at the wedding,” she would grin, letting go of Morgan’s hand to drop down beside a cluster of them.