HRM King Zeus Keraunios (hrm_king_zeus) wrote in the_greeks, @ 2010-06-29 00:19:00 |
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Entry tags: | themis, zeus |
Themis and Zeus: The Wedding
Who: Themis and Zeus
What: Zeus and Themis get married
Where: Mount Olympus, then Zeus and Themis' chambers
Rating: M (Warnings: smut after the time lapse)
Word Count: In progress...
"...take this woman..."
The words Ouranos said, as he presided over the ceremony, seemed to fade in and out in the background, as Zeus looked on his bride. The nuptials had caused a mild stir, soft murmurs to spread about the court, and not that it had surprised the king in the least. He had kept Themis' secret--he was, after all, a man of his word--but the fact was, some had expected him to wait longer before seeking another bride. Zeus, however, was not one to wait.
"...to have and to hold..."
In his mind, he needed to establish a succession, to build a mighty dynasty, and he had found a most capital partner, a majestically promising queen. Her beauty had been praised across the lands, and her character, humility, and dignity all contributed to that certain, undeniably regal air about her. In her gown, bedecked with all the trimmings fit for a joint sovereign. She would be the last upon whom he would bestow such an honor. After Themis, there would be nothing more that resembled a co-regency; his first two marriages would be the closest Zeus would ever come to equally sharing power with another.
And at that moment, looking upon his blushing bride, nothing felt more right. She would make a grand queen, indeed--and, Zeus thought, a wonderful wife. His blue eyes twinkled at the thoughts of what was to come after the ceremony, after all the festivities had concluded. It was all that he could do to keep his hands off of her at the moment. Those sparse stolen kisses the evening he had proposed to her had done more than whet his appetite for her--he was dangerously close to becoming besotted, though he had managed, thus far, to keep a level head.
"I do," he said, the smile that had graced his lips broadening. He slipped the ring on her finger. The feeling of her skin against his again made him think of what was to come later, and all the delightful things he would do to her. He longed to feel more of her up against him, to kiss her, brush his fingertips over her skin, caress her curves, and do all manner of things to hear her moan and squeal, and possibly scream his name in ecstasy. Yes, it was going to be a good night, indeed.
"With this ring..."
Her fingers were dainty, he noticed--not for the first time--her hands small, soft, and pleasant to hold. He fought to keep himself from imagining what the rest of her might look like, beneath the breathtaking gown, past the veil and skirts, corset and chemise, though he'd admittedly had dreams of her less than fully clothed. He focused on the present, on her right there in front of him, on the ceremony, managing to keep his composure.
"...to be my lawfully wedded husband, my constant friend, my faithful partner and my love ..."
The words Ouranos spoke felt both light and heavy on her tongue as she repeated them. Themis herself could not have felt more joy in her heart (and perhaps just a few butterflies in the pit of her stomach)in that moment as she looked across at her husband to be, who looked perfect in his finely tailored silver garb that matched her own beautiful gown. And while her vision of Zeus was slightly obscured by the gossamer veil that covered her face , she was thankful for the effect as it kept the crowd from her vision and mind. Themis had done her best to press the rumors form her mind and hold onto the truth that she knew the rumors where not true. She wanted no other though in her head in that moment, only Zeus. That was all she wanted. To hold onto that perfect feeling so she could treasure it forever.
"...loving you faithfully through good times and bad, regardless of the obstacles we may face together ..."
Themis could not help but feel sorry for Metis though, it was not her fault and Themis wish it could have ended differently. Metis deserved more then a divorce and banishment from court. But she could not deny that Zeus had his reasons, a king could not live with that threat. And Themis still hoped for the child to be a girl that she might convince Zeus to love rightfully, as a princess should be loved.
She looked up at him and could not help but blush, he was looking at her with such intent. Something burning in his blue eyes that Themis had only heard talk of. Never before had a man looked at her with such intentions, and it would be a lie to say that the look did not stir a primal feeling within her. The feeling was new, but she liked it... no she loved it.
"I give you my hand, my heart, and my love, from this day forward for as long as we both shall live."
His had and had pressed the ring onto her finger and just the slight touch had spread goosebumps all over her. And she mirrored the motion sliding hisring on his finger she found that she did not want to relinquish the feel of his skin on hers. She was not sure what she wanted, and chastised herself for not speaking to Aphrodite before hand on what to expect, but she knew she wanted it. She could almost see it in the kings eyes, she could feel it in his touch and she wanted that feeling over her entire body.
"With this ring I thee wed and with all I am and all I have I honor you."
His hands where much larger then hers, both of his hands easily able to clasp both of hers. She never wanted him to let her go. She felt safe in his grasp, loved, desired. And as her father smiled at her as he finished raising the veil from her face she turned back to look at the man who was not her husband. And it felt like she was looking at him with new eyes, her breath caught for a moment at the wonder of it all. She was now queen, queen of the sky and all of it's bounty. She was unaware that her father was leaning into her ear, and his whisper startled her. “You can now kiss.” he told her again it being obvious that she missed the first time he said it.
Themis did not need to be told a third time.
He pressed his lips to her soft ones gently, only briefly deepening the kiss, in as chaste a manner as Zeus was capable of, which was still something considerable. She tasted sweet, and her lips were warm and inviting. It was all that he could do to hold himself back from picking her up and carrying her to their marital bed at that moment. Indeed, how he kept himself from doing so, he had not the slightest idea.
He lingered only slightly once the lively recessional tune began, booming through the vast hall, a tune that would one day come to mortals when the Muses would inspire Felix Mendelssohn to compose his "Wedding March." But that would be millennia from that moment; indeed the Muses themselves had not yet been born.
And in that moment, he took her arm, dainty as her hands, he thought, in his own, and led her down the aisle, to the applaud of their guests.
The kiss warmed Themis through and thorough to the deepest reaches of her core. In that moment everything was perfect and she wished for it to forever be so. She saw no visions of her own future and for that she would always be glad for it allowed her this perfect moment of bliss. When the kiss broke she wanted nothing more then to return her lips to his, but duty beckoned her and she knew there would be enough of that later. Thought the though did little to sate her hunger for the king.
She followed him to the dais that had been built just for her, and she sat on the throne when Zeus gestured for her too. Themis could not help but think it odd that she was sitting there, but she could also not deny that it felt right. So often had she bowed before other kings and queens it seemed almost wrong that soon she would now be bowed before. Almost. For even Themis was not immune to the lure of the power and prestige offered to her.
She watched her father hand the crown to her husband, (her husband, the thought felt foreign but joyful to the woman who had never thought she would marry) it sparked beautiful in the light and Themis could not help but smile.
Zeus took the crown, holding it out with his strong hands, turning to their guests for a moment, addressing the crowd.
"With this, I do solemnly crown you, Queen Themis of the Skies!" his voice thunderously echoed through the vast hall as he said the words. He turned slowly to his enthroned wife, a smile spreading across his lips for a moment as he stepped toward her. He placed the crown gently on her head, pausing for a moment before stepping aside, so that the audience might see her there, his queen and theirs. Then, he sat on the throne next to hers, his look serious, dignified, every bit the part of regent.
"Their Royal Majesties, King Zeus, and Queen Themis!" the voice of Ouranos carried through the crowd. "May they long prosper!"
The guests applauded and cheered loudly, and Zeus leaned toward her. "All this for you, my queen," he said, a corner of his lips tugging upward, and mirth in his blue eyes.
Themis could not have described that moment, what she felt, what she saw. It was to much, as if she was only allowed so much feeling in such a short period of time that this broke the measuring device. Her cup was running over and she had no place to deal with the excess. And when Zeus, her husband, leaned towards her towards her, she placed her hand on his and mirrored his smile. “No, my love, this is all for us,” she gave his hand a squeeze.