Charles Constantine
Arranged Marriage to the Crown Prince
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The wedding commences.
Charles stands on the dais in front of the brilliant stained glass windows in the chapel. He’s seconds away from ruining the coiffed nature of his hair, from loosing the cravat completely.
One viola plays an off-key note, then the ensemble begins the wedding march. All stand. The double doors open. Then they enter. . His smirk dies when he looks up.
/cmd this is the first time Charles has ever looked upon . They have sporadically exchanged some formal-toned letters, nothing more.
Charles stands on the dais in front of the brilliant stained glass windows in the chapel. He’s seconds away from ruining the coiffed nature of his hair, from loosing the cravat completely.
One viola plays an off-key note, then the ensemble begins the wedding march. All stand. The double doors open. Then they enter. . His smirk dies when he looks up.
/cmd this is the first time Charles has ever looked upon . They have sporadically exchanged some formal-toned letters, nothing more.