To Become Royalty

[Radon Mont]

Lips turned up in a smile. "That's the sun. Can't control that." Lifting his hand, he rubbed a finger against the tip of her little nose as her face was all scrunched up to try and keep the sun out. He had to admit that part of why he loved to be with her was the fact that she was just plain adorable. She was ten years younger than him and was still in that adorable stage of cuteness that some teenage women, in various species, happened to have. He liked that about her. And, he found, as she grew bigger from the pregnancy it only accentuated her adorable features. "Need to get you down to our suite so you can clean up and go meet Navella."

 

[Lenne Fayth]

The sun... Why was the sun in their bedroom? Was a window open? She opened one eye to see open sky overhead. She sat up in panic. where was she? Why was she naked on the ground? Then she remembered last night.
"Nevella? Oh, that's right. We're going out today. Wedding." she yawned, searching around for her dress.

 

[Radon Mont]

Fortunately it hadn't rained or anything. "Yeah. Dress shopping. As much fun as I had buying those dresses for you, I do not have any wish to go wedding dress shopping." He reached his hand over to brush up and down her back as she searched for her dress. Such beautiful, pristine skin. He hoped that would never change. "You know, you have the most wonderful skin. It's so smooth, pristine." Reaching for her dress, he grabbed it and brought it where she could get it. He just lay there, though, watching her, not in a hurry to start the day since he didn't have anything planned.

 

[Lenne Fayth]

She pulled the dress up, orange fabric crinkled and dirty in placed from a knight on the dusty ground. Unfortunate, but she could only hope she could find her way back to their room before anybody saw her wearing the same dress two days in a row like that.
"My skin isn't that nice," she laughed, a little sadly, "Not like yours. I wish I had that color... maybe your people would like me more then."

 

[Radon Mont]

"I think it is. I like its smoothness," he said as she got dressed again. A shame, really. He liked just sitting and looking at her when she didn't have anything on. She was a masterpiece of beauty. Of course, she brought up his people liking her, and admittedly she was probably somewhat right about that. There were possibilities, and he figured he should pose them to her, even though he wasn't sure if he wanted her to do them or not. "You could always have your skin died, if it upsets you enough. It's just a possibility." Climbing up himself, he started to get dressed.

 

[Lenne Fayth]

She paused as she was fixing her messy brown hair. They could actually do that? Dye her skin to make her look more like a falleen?
"I... I'll think about it," she sighed, "If it comes down to it. Do you think your people would be more okay about our marriage if I did?"

 

[Radon Mont]

"Probably a little bit more accepting. Your skin tone, to them, mimics that of humans. Most don't hate humans as I do, but it's a blatant reminder that you aren't a Falleen." He hated to admit that it was true. Made him feel bad about the whole thing. It would be so much better if they would just accept her, but he knew that they wouldn't. His parents had because of how he cared for her, and how she'd stood up for herself, and because she was carrying their first grandchild. She was a part of the family already as far as they were concerned. It wasn't that way with the others, though. He figured the nobles would probably be in an uproar, though they would try to keep it out of her sight. "I feel bad admitting that, but it's true."

 

[Lenne Fayth]

the girl looked down at her hands. The sun baked color of fresh bread. Yes, it was smooth and beautiful to her own people, but on this planet, being different made you an outsider. Marrying an outsider would make radon appear selfish, like he was spitting on their culture. It could cause problems for him when he became King.
"Do it," she whispered, letting her hands drop to her side, "If you think it is a good idea, do it. I'll do anything or you."

 

[Radon Mont]

Radon blinked, halfway done pulling his tunic on. "Are you sure that's what you want to do? It can be undone in the future, but once it's done, your skin tone would never be the same as it is now." He finished buttoning up his tunic, and then pulled on his boots. That done, he offered her his hand. "If that's what you want to do, then I'll take you to get it done before you go with Navella. Tell me it's what you want, and that you aren't doing it because you think it's what I want. It's not what I want." He stared at her, somewhat concerned that she would regret this in the future. Maybe not, but it was possible. He did know it would help her with his people, but that didn't mean anything off of Falleen.

 

[Lenne Fayth]

"I don't know what other choice I have, Radon," she sighed, "Now that I know there's something I can do about it, how can I say no? How can I possibly justify staying how I am when i know it's better for you if I change."
It occurred to her that even if it did make her easier to accept on Falleen, it would make her an outcast everywhere else. Her people would feel so disappointed. She was considered very pretty by Zabrak standards. Her skin color was well loved by most.
But wasn't it better to change?

 

[Radon Mont]

"Why do you consider it better for me?" He twirled her into his arms and held her close to him before he scooped her up off her feet and carried her back through the old room. Down the stairs they went, but he chose a hidden passage rather than the hallway. It ran through the outer walls of the level that their bedroom was on. Opening another door, he carried her inside and set her on the edge of their bed so he could look at her. The dresses she had were already in the wardrobe, brought in by staff, but for the moment he was focused on her. "I like you the way you are, Lenne. You're beautiful this way. Do you really think that changing your skin color will be better for me?"

 

[Lenne Fayth]

She stared him in the face when he set her on the bed. He made the suggestion, didn't he? But now that he was questioning it, her resolve melted at once.
"I.... I suppose it wouldn't be healthy for the baby," she blushed, "We can... decide later, I think. Until then, you can just keep me hidden."

 

[Radon Mont]

"No." His voice was firm and tough. This was not going to fly. "I will not hide you, not ever. You are to be my wife and I don't care what anyone says about that. It's going to be that way. They'll deal with it." He walked over to the wardrobe and opened it to reveal her dresses. Pulling them out, he held them up so that she could pick which one she wanted to wear for the day. This was over as far as he was concerned. He was no hiding her for nothing. Screw his people and their sensibilities. He loved her and she was soon to be the mother of his child. Hiding her was out of the question.

 

[Lenne Fayth]

No. He was very firm about that. It wasn't up for discussion anymore. Biting her lip, she chose the brown dress for the day. Without saying anymore about it, she removed the orange dress, set it aside and started getting changed.
"Um... Is there anything you think I should look for in a dress today?" she asked, "Styles you want to see me in on our wedding day?"

 

[Radon Mont]

Shaking his head, he held the dress out for her to take, and then put the others back in the wardrobe. "It is not my place to say what your dress looks like. That is for you to decide. Find one that you want to be seen in, that's all that matters." She slipped into the dress and he reached up to fix her hair while she got herself straightened out as it were. To be honest, since she'd gotten pregnant, she hadn't really seemed herself that much. Sometimes she did, but not as often as he wished that she did. "Just relax. You'll be alright."

 

[Lenne Fayth]

Relax. He was always telling her to relax. But how could she? She was trying so hard. Trying to be what she knew she wasn't. He wanted her to be his Princess, but how could she ever be something that she knew she wasn't? What sort of dress would a Princess wear on her wedding day? What would a future Queen look like? Did Falleen have the same idea of fashion as the rest of the civilized worlds of the galaxy? She was just going to have to rely on her future sister-in-law in this.
"I am supposed to be your Princess," she reminded him, "so it matters a great deal what others think. And... I don't want to look fat."

 

[Radon Mont]

He sighed and shook his head at her. "Stop thinking about that. And you aren't fat so stop thinking that too." He stared pointedly at her. This talk needed to stop. She was his princess already. She didn't have to marry him to be such. And she wasn't fat and he wouldn't tolerate such talk. She was not fat. She was not gaining fat. Her breasts might be getting bigger and her stomach growing, but she was not fat. That was the consequence of a child growing withing her and she needed to recognize that. "You listen, Lenne. This wedding is about you and I loving each other. That's why I'm marrying you. NOTHING else matters but that in the long run. I want you to remember that because I love you. I don't care what others think about you, and I'll personally kill anyone that insults you. But you are what's important to me and you always will be. It doesn't matter to me the dress you're in. It just matters to me that you're there."

 

[Lenne Fayth]

He looked angry. Had she made him angry? She closed the gap between them, throwing her arms around him.
"I know," she whispered, "I'm sorry! I'm just... I want to fit in for you. I don't want to embarrass you..."

 

[Radon Mont]

He sighed and put his arms around her to hold her close to him. "You don't embarrass me, Lenne. You never have and you never will. So don't worry about such things." Lifting his hand, he rubbed at the back of her head gently, knowing that she was just thinking of him. He was glad that she was, but at the same time he wished that she was thinking some more about herself. This wasn't just about him, after all. It was about the two of them as a couple, and he wasn't about to let that be anything but the case, no matter what. She was his fiance and he didn't care about anything else. Besides, she'd gotten his family to like her. She didn't need to worry about anything else.

 

[Lenne Fayth]

"I know, I know," she sighed, "I'm sorry."
The young Zabrak smiled, nuzzling his shoulder as he held her. He didn't want her to trouble herself, and no wonder. He was probably worried about the baby too. Too much stress was bad for a pregnancy.
"I should probably get going. What are you going to do while I'm gone?"