Post by Prince Thrasius of Nehan on Mar 7, 2013 18:15:37 GMT -5
Thrasius had known what ring he wanted to give to Arik the first time he ever met her. Anmaree, who wouldn't have approved of his plan to propose Arik even if she'd known about it, still wore the traditional engagement ring - the one that might have been passed down to Thrasius if he intended to propose to someone she approved of. That ring was beautiful, of course - black diamonds set in gold, large and dramatic and imposing - but it didn't make him think of Arik.
As the Prince, gaining access to the vaults wasn't difficult. He simply had to wait until his parents were out to avoid them asking questions, then he had free access to all the precious items the royal family owned. There were certain things that belonged specifically to Anmaree or Quirinoh, and others that belonged specifically to himself and Stehfanie, but most of the items were family property and his to use if he wanted to. One of these was the engagement ring belonging to his Great Grandmother, made specifically for her by a man that had fallen in love with her before her marriage to the then-King. She had worn that ring her whole life, as well as the one now worn by Anmaree, but it was that one that had been lucky to her. The King, her husband, had died of a heart attack in his fifties. His son had taken the throne and she'd returned to her true love, the man that had made her the ring, to live out the rest of her years no longer a Queen, but happy at last.
Thrasius hoped Arik would be happy as Queen, but he thought the story was romantic. And the ring itself...he found it with his late Great Grandmother's other possessions. The band was silver taken from the ancient and revered Celeborn tree, making it the only jewellery piece in the entire royal collection - and very like in Litharia - composed of that material. The band split into two at the top to support a large white diamond, the most flawless gem Thrasius had ever seen. Beneath the diamond and encircling it was a row of smaller, pale blue topaz and set into the band were deep blue sapphires. He had loved this ring the first time he'd seen as it a small child, six or seven years old. He'd never thought about using it as an engagement ring for his future wife, of course - he'd always assumed he'd use the traditional ring - but the moment he'd fallen in love with Arik he'd known this suited her better. He hoped she would like it as much as he did.
Assuming she accepted his proposal, of course - something Thrasius was far from sure about. The day he'd named had arrived though; it was early Spring but the winter gardens had lost none of their pale, snowy beauty yet. He had dressed formally in beige calfskin breeches, black leather boots, a white shirt and a pale gold cloak lined with snowy fox fur. His hair was combed and soft, worn long and a dark brown that offset his ivory skin tone and pale glass-green eyes. And, more tellingly, a faint pink blush that couldn't quite be written off to the cold stained his cheeks; he was nervous, more nervous than he'd ever been, but he was excited too.
Thrasius found a cherry blossom tree with a bench below it and brushed off the snow to sit and wait. The tree was still frozen, heavily coated in a layer of glistening white ice, but the first blossoms had broken through the cold to bloom pale pink in the snow. He'd asked Arik to meet him here and so he waited, hoping she would come, the ring in a pocket in his cloak and the words he'd been practicing on his tongue.
As the Prince, gaining access to the vaults wasn't difficult. He simply had to wait until his parents were out to avoid them asking questions, then he had free access to all the precious items the royal family owned. There were certain things that belonged specifically to Anmaree or Quirinoh, and others that belonged specifically to himself and Stehfanie, but most of the items were family property and his to use if he wanted to. One of these was the engagement ring belonging to his Great Grandmother, made specifically for her by a man that had fallen in love with her before her marriage to the then-King. She had worn that ring her whole life, as well as the one now worn by Anmaree, but it was that one that had been lucky to her. The King, her husband, had died of a heart attack in his fifties. His son had taken the throne and she'd returned to her true love, the man that had made her the ring, to live out the rest of her years no longer a Queen, but happy at last.
Thrasius hoped Arik would be happy as Queen, but he thought the story was romantic. And the ring itself...he found it with his late Great Grandmother's other possessions. The band was silver taken from the ancient and revered Celeborn tree, making it the only jewellery piece in the entire royal collection - and very like in Litharia - composed of that material. The band split into two at the top to support a large white diamond, the most flawless gem Thrasius had ever seen. Beneath the diamond and encircling it was a row of smaller, pale blue topaz and set into the band were deep blue sapphires. He had loved this ring the first time he'd seen as it a small child, six or seven years old. He'd never thought about using it as an engagement ring for his future wife, of course - he'd always assumed he'd use the traditional ring - but the moment he'd fallen in love with Arik he'd known this suited her better. He hoped she would like it as much as he did.
Assuming she accepted his proposal, of course - something Thrasius was far from sure about. The day he'd named had arrived though; it was early Spring but the winter gardens had lost none of their pale, snowy beauty yet. He had dressed formally in beige calfskin breeches, black leather boots, a white shirt and a pale gold cloak lined with snowy fox fur. His hair was combed and soft, worn long and a dark brown that offset his ivory skin tone and pale glass-green eyes. And, more tellingly, a faint pink blush that couldn't quite be written off to the cold stained his cheeks; he was nervous, more nervous than he'd ever been, but he was excited too.
Thrasius found a cherry blossom tree with a bench below it and brushed off the snow to sit and wait. The tree was still frozen, heavily coated in a layer of glistening white ice, but the first blossoms had broken through the cold to bloom pale pink in the snow. He'd asked Arik to meet him here and so he waited, hoping she would come, the ring in a pocket in his cloak and the words he'd been practicing on his tongue.