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When things had finally started to die down, Kamari had been the one to request that she and her new husband make their way home. She would have left earlier if she could have, however, there were appearances to upkeep, and she could no longer act on her own accord with the rest of the Kingdom watching. Not now that she was, officially, mated to one Krios Revlis. Besides, she had told herself, the social gathering might help brighten his spirits some with his mother’s passing a month prior.


It was late when they got back to their house together, the home lit by moonlight and hidden away on either side by patches of thick woodland. Kamari let out a soft breath, her thoughts clear, but distracted. The events of the evening still filled her mind, as did what it would mean when they returned to the homestead this time. It was their house now. They were no longer two young Luperci merely sharing a home. They had been wedded before the Mafiosi, their mateship made official before the eyes of the Kingdom. They were a couple, and tonight would be the first time they would step foot into their house as such.


Her stallion, Cedar, was unburdened of the gifts that had been brought to the Reception, and he was put back into the paddock. Kamari relieved the mustang of his decorative accessories and gave him appreciative words and pettings before she left him in the stable for the night. She made her way back around to the front of the house, finding her slightly drunk husband exactly where she’d left him. Kamari’s chest felt tight and nervous upon seeing him, having almost wished that he would have gone inside without her despite their previous agreement that he’d wait for her. She dropped the excess material of her dress, letting it lightly glide across the ground behind her as she approached Krios.


“I guess this is it then,” she commented quietly, her cornflower blue eyes shifted to their front door. Kamari let out a soft sigh before nodding to the Revlis, “Come on, let’s get you inside.”




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Kamari Kaiser
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His nail traced a very old paint chip on their door, fragmenting the long-faded color from its cracked surface. It tumbled to the ground in small piles. Krios had to screw up his eyes to look down at the small dusting on the ground. At least, he had to screw his eyes up to see it with any sort of clarity.

Krios’s instinct suggested it was time to go inside and lay down for a half-day’s sleep. But he could not force himself to open the door. He had, after all, been ordered to wait.

Kamari told him to stay put and so he stayed put where she had left him. He giggled somewhat as he stared at the door, though he could not remember what was so funny maybe a minute or two afterward. Everything was always more fun drunk, but he knew better than to submit to the clear monster. The clear warning of his genetics suggested he could be vulnerable to the allure of alcohol. But, it was a special occasion and he was not mourning (much) for a change. What else was worth celebrating his marriage?

M’course it’s it. It’s our house, he countered with a noticeable slur in his voice as his wife approached in her terribly pretty dress looking all sorts of put out at the condition he was in. Honestly, the wine just kept coming. He couldn’t have said no.

Krios fumbled with the door a moment, tongue poking out as he managed to secure his grip on the handle, before pushing it open wildly. It swung inward and he raised the arm up and in, toward their shared home. Welcome home, m’lady, he said before quickly lurching forward to grapple his diminutive wife and hoist her into his arms bridal style. He was, apparently, less drunk than he seemed. Or he handled it better than expected.

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She had let him drink too much, she realized. She should have stopped him a few glasses before his last. Some part of her had argued against the notion though. Let him enjoy himself, or, at least, enjoy his drink, it had argued. He was still in the process of grieving for his sudden loss of his mother, she knew, and their wedding would have been nothing but a reminder of her absence in the next step in his life. If he wanted to drink, he should have been allowed to drink. At the very least, her new husband was not completely wasted as some had been or had been on the verge of becoming when the new couple had left the Feasting Hall.


Kamari tried to ignore his slur of pointing out the obvious. Instead, she began to run through what all still needed to be taken care of before she allowed herself to go to bed. Patiently, she let Krios fumble with the door, mentally counting the seconds before she’d allow herself to intervene. Thankfully, he managed to open it without her assistance, and Kamari found herself in the midst of rolling her eyes and shaking her head when her feet were suddenly swept out from underneath her.


“Krios!” She yelped in sudden surprise, her arms instinctively coming up and wrapping around his neck in an effort to ensure she wouldn’t fall. He managed to somehow grasp her small form amidst the sea of loose fabric that fell around her figure. She could feel her holstered knife press into his chest as he held her close. It took a beat for her anger to spark, her voice coming out flustered and heated, “P-put me down! Krios! Now!”


She squirmed as best she could trapped in her dress and within his grip.





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She reacted exactly the way he had expected her to. He knew that his wife was vehemently in denial with the fact she was a woman and could be feminine. It was like she refused to accept the fact of what biology gave her and she seemed content to flitter in the margins of their gender identities. He did not know if she was like Loki or like one of his daughters, where she believed herself to be neither sex, but she had never made mention of such a thing.

Krios would have understood if she had mentioned such a mental state, but all it screamed to him was that she wanted to be taken seriously despite her upbringing and bloodline, choosing to sacrifice the frivolities the female sex could exercise in. Honestly, her husband was the one who was far more frivolous than she. Too serious, he settled upon finally.

I will not, he said plainly to her, tightening his grip just in case she decided to try squirming out of his arms. His voice was clearer than it was moments before, though he was decidedly not suddenly sober. I don't have to do anythin' and you should let me lavish some sort of attention on you now that we're married, he added, the slur coming back with the explanation. He wanted her to feel something for the moment, make it different than just a chore she endured for the whims of their Boss.

As my wife, it's my duty to carry you across our threshold and deposit you to your bed. Whether or not it was a shared bed was uncertain, but the Striker did not voice his thoughts on that. As much as he would have preferred to share the space fully with Kamari, he knew - even in his condition - that it was not what she wanted.

Her arms around his neck made his flesh warm, but he did his best to ignore it. Over the door's threshold he went, carrying the light woman through. Even in the darkness he knew where to go, turning right where the door was and finding himself in the light of the moon peeking through the old window. His grip loosened and he let Kamari down, smirking to hide his embarrassment.

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He had defied her command, his grip tightening where he held her beneath her knees and around her petite back. Her cornflower blue eyes were sharp upon him.


She wanted to fight, wanted to buck and twist out of his grasp, claw him, or nip at his face, something that would have forced him to heed her demand. Glaring at him though, she realized it would have been a pointless endeavor. He was stronger than she, and what would she accomplish with such fits of rage? A torn dress? Being dropped? Giving him a scratch or wound on their wedding night for an arguably petty reason?


The Emissary let out a heated breath, her muscles quivering from her suppressed, fiery energy. He was likely just trying to make the most of their situation is all, embracing what she stubbornly refused to.


His words didn’t make sense in her mind though. Lavish her? His duty? She continued to glare at him as he crossed through the living area and through the doorway of her bedroom. Did he honestly believe what he was saying? This union between them, it had been forced upon them. Did he not remember that? He had gone and poked the hornet nest, and had led the terrible things back to her, resulting in the both of them getting stung.


When her feet were placed back on the ground, Kamari quickly moved away from him. She gathered up the excess material of her dress and swung it behind her after obtaining a small distance from her new husband. The distance was enough to give her ample time to get out of arm’s reach should he try to snatch her up again. “Why are you doing this, Krios?” She asked him, her voice softer—indicating genuine confusion—but there was a bit of heat woven within her tone.


“Nobody can see us here. You don’t have to do this. Any of this.” They didn’t have to pretend. They were safe within their home. They could go back to being the friends that they were, not this…this charade of playing loving man and wife.




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She did not fight but that did not mean that her fire was at all out. When he set her down she purposefully strode away from him and out of his reach, long-limbed though he may have been. Krios let her go, knowing even inebriated that she would outmaneuver him if she wanted to whenever she so desired. Without though, though, he nearly did reach for her before he realized his hand was rising unbidden.

The confusion in Kamari's voice filtered through his alcohol haze of a mind. His brows furrowed and mirrored her confusion, wondering why on earth she failed to understand what was going on. What did she think was happening? What did she think of their whole marriage if she thought it was all so strange?

Krios straightened, though it was decidedly a wobbly sort of straightening.

Don't have to do what, exactly? he countered, definitely testy about the whole thing. He took a step forward, but only one. He knew Kamari was threatened easily, or at least he assumed she was. She had always been edgy with him and Goddess forbid he ever attempt to do something that could have been drastic by the spy's standards. Behaving like I might actually like you? Oh, what a disaster that would be, right? Because that would be mortifying. Except, no. They were married. It would have at least made sense.

Charade. 'This', you said. He raised his hands up, fingers bending into air quotes. You're all about information but you don't really know anything, do you? Krios' words were tinted with sadness rather than sounding accusatory. He tilted his head down and away, looking at the floor rather than at the wife who didn't love him.

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From one moment of being somewhat playful, to the next of them teetering near the edge of spiraling into yet another one of their many arguments. What the hell had she said this time to make him snap at her question? Was he really going to make her spell it out for him? What else could she be talking about? Other than his uncharacteristically touchy nature since they had returned from the Feasting Hall? She didn’t do this, that. The only inconsistency with her actions had been the night she gave him the news regarding his mother. One night, and not once since.


He took a step forward, and she took a step back.


Her muscles tensed, and her hand, on its own accord, fell close to the knife at her thigh. She felt hampered by the excess amount of material that she had carried around all day. It didn’t allow her the freedom of movement that she was used to. She couldn’t fight in the dress, couldn’t run, couldn’t properly defend herself. It made her feel vulnerable, even with the weapon she had managed to hide beneath the dress. It put her more on edge than usual.


“We’re in our own house, Krios! You don’t need to keep fucking pretending to be this lovestruck couple that we aren’t. We don’t need to impress anybody in here!” She snarled, her fiery anger stoked by his own prodding.


When he went further, throwing her words used both at the Reception and moments before back at her, her ire only grew. “What are you even talking about? Don’t tell me you’re actually buying into their crap about tradition this or tradition that? That now all of the sudden you have a duty to uphold?”


The sadness in his tone, how he looked way from her, she misread it completely. Her voice dropped low, but it was as much seething as it was hurt.


“Because if you think that I’m about to let you fuck me like that fucking bar whore of yours, I don’t care if we are friends, I will cut you down where you stand. They can’t force us do anything we don’t want to, Krios. I don’t care if your sister is the Boss. What they don’t know won’t hurt them.”







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His expression was frozen upon his face like so many a death mask. There was something cold and stiff about the way he looked at the floor, paired with the steel line of his tight shoulders. It was clear that something in the woman’s words stung deep enough to paralyze his skin, which longed to crawl with anger. But he could not be mad, not at Kamari, not about this. It was, after all, his own damn fault that they were in that situation to begin with.

Oh, there were so many things he wanted to say. They itched at the back of his throat, dancing at the tip of his tongue with every intention to spill forward. Instead, the Striker took in a horribly long rattling breath. Duty was their curse, and she could pretend it was not something she adhered to all she wanted. She was as much the dutiful daughter of Salsola as he was the dutiful, noble son of two great houses. Duty was in their blood and they could not escape the nooses around their necks.

Her claims, crass and crude as they were, stung more than anything she had ever told him. It was the most hurtful thing she could have thrown his way and he could feel that odd, painful ache in his chest where he knew something was cracking. But it was an organ already damaged by great loss, still trapped deep in mourning for a mother he never imagined losing.

His gaze when he looked up was cold, hard. It was not a very Krios-like expression, not when it came to his new wife, at least. Oceanic ice eyes burning with every intent to hide the pain within.

So, you’ll hold that over my head forever, will you? he said plainly, clearly, the slur of drink faint in the background noise of his tone. Never mind that was before we were betrothed or that I haven’t touched anyone since my dear sister put us on this path. He looked away from Kamari, unable to bear the heavy feeling settling into his chest. Krios’ hand went to where his heart lingered, fingers pulling tight the fabric of his shirt, vest unbuttoned.

You don’t know anything about me and how I feel, he said, curtly and frostily. It almost sounded like it was a revelation. But what slipped forward was also pain, hurt. Krios shut his eyes a moment before turning on his heels and storming from Kamari’s room and toward his own.

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