Beyond Time (closed)

"Well, we know John will be there with us. The Princess Elizabeth certainly has her eye on him." Dylan teased, looking over at John. "Ready to become a prince?"
 
"What?" John's eyes grew wide. "N-... No, hell no. How is anyone ever ready for that? Besides, I'm a commoner. Royalty can't marry commoners... Can they? Not in this time anyway... Right?"

"You won't be a commoner if Henry likes you and makes you a knight," Ashien offered.

"He'll kill me if I even suggested anything like courting Elizabeth."

"Ah, so you've considered it."

"Alright, I'm out." John headed for the door to go work on his latest project. "You lovebirds just enjoy."
 
"John, wait..." Dylan called after him before she was stopped by Ashien. "I don't know why he got so upset. That's completely unlike him."
 
"I don't think he was so much upset as embarrassed," Ashien told her. "It's alright," but before he could say anything more, John poked his head back in.

"You're an ass, by the way," he told Ashien with a smirk.

"I try my best." When John finally left, Ashien smiled to Dylandra. "See? He's fine."
 
"I'll never understand the two of you." Dylan said, shaking her head before she pulled Ashien back in for another kiss. "I can't believe we just got married. Your mother is going to have your hide."
 
"Yes she is. But now we can't make any excuses not to go see her. But she'll just adore you after she kicks me out and threatens to disown me and keep you." He took her hands and pulled her alongside him. "So, my love... what would you like to do first as Mrs. Ghis?"
 
"What should I do first as Mrs. Ghis?" Dylandra asked, giving him a sweet smile as he hugged her to his side. "After all, you've been a Ghis a lot longer than I have."
 
"Well, it's tradition in Inverness to have a huge dinner, which I will arrange if Henry doesn't, and..." They'd arrived at his room, and he went to the chest at the foot of the bed to open it and pull out an egg-shaped stone painted with a serpentine dragon with lovely teal eyes. "Usually children give Kipper eggs to the bride." That was a story Dylandra knew from her grandfather, the tale of the great dragon who saved Inverness and gave her egg to the new queen before disappearing into the loch. But Jennings had told her that it was probably just historians making things up when they said it was an Invernessian tradition to give the stone eggs to newly married brides.
 
"You're going to give me a kipper egg?" Dylan asked, holding her hand out for the lovely stone egg. "I thought children were the ones to present them to a new bride."
 
"Well, I don't see any children around, do you?" Ashien chuckled, pressing the egg into her hand. "Anyone is allowed to give them, it's just usually children who have the time to go find perfect egg-shaped stones and paint them. Each of my siblings and I inherited one from our mother. She was given... eight, I think, when she married my father."
 
"You're lucky to not have had more siblings then." Dylan teased as she looked over the egg and held it so gently and tenderly. "It's lovely, Ash. A lovely tradition and a lovely egg. I'll have to think hard on the wish that I want it to grant."
 
"Don't use it too quickly," he smiled softly. "They say the longer you save it, the more likely it is that your wish will be granted." He pressed a kiss to her lips and pulled her closer. "I love you so, Dylandra... And before long, you're going to meet a big, loud family who will love you just as much."
 
"Only when you're sure that I'm ready to meet your family." Dylan said with a smile as he kissed her and hugged her tightly. "I'm so happy to be your wife, Ashien. I promise that I will make you extremely happy."
 
"You already have. How much happier could I possibly be?" Ashien asked with a soft chuckle, drawing her toward their bed. "I don't mind admitting... I've been thinking about last night far too much for my own good."
 
"Ashien..." Dylan said with a laugh, sighing as he pulled her towards their bed. "You had me this morning before we went to church. How could you possibly want me again so soon?"
 
"Because I'm an insatiable man with a beautiful wife and nothing to do for the rest of this morning and possibly all afternoon," Ashien whispered against her ear before pressing a kiss to her neck.
 
"We could be in the studio painting." She murmured as he pressed a kiss to her neck. "Though, you could convince me to stick around here for a while longer. Especially if you make love the way you did last night. I saw heaven and hell at the same time, you wicked man."
 
"Hmm... maybe I'll make you wait, then," he murmured, leaving behind his jacket and suddenly slipping out of their room with one last smirk as he went out the door toward his studio.
 
"Ashien Vincent Ghis!" Dylan called after him. "You are not going to make me wait!"

She knew that he was going to the studio and she was quickly behind him, a scowl on her pretty blonde features as she watched him trying so hard to tease her.
 
"You're the one who suggested painting!" He called back with a laugh, pausing just outside the door, but slipping inside before she could catch him, chuckling all the way at her pretty frown. "You're beautiful even when you're angry, love."
 
"And what will you paint, Mr. Ghis?" She asked him, her voice neutral as she stepped into the studio behind him. "Something for your wife?"
 
"Anything she likes. I'm open to requests today." He looked back over his shoulder at her while he set up his easel. "Anything at all." He set a new canvas, ready for paint, up on the sturdy easel and brought out his brushes and sketching pencil.
 
"Well, you're the one who suddenly wants to paint. Perhaps you should tell me what you want to do, Ash." Dylan said softly, looking at her husband with a slight grin on her face.
 
Ashien shook his head with a smile, coming to take her hands and setting her Kipper egg aside on the hearth for the moment. He brought her up close beside his easel, deciding on a portrait. He dragged a chair up close beside and had her sit down, looking off to the side toward the window so the light caught her eyes. As ever, he set into his work quickly and without hesitation.
 
"You wish to paint my portrait?" Dylan asked with a wide smile on her features. "To remember today by, perhaps?"
 
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