marlowemuses | Fools in Love, for gentry

Likewise, Gansey donned a new outward persona. His eccentrics and small, genuine smiles were swiftly covered by a dazzling grin and all around genial attitude. For the sake of his kingdom he was always effortlessly polite, gallant, and kingly. On an official outing he could be seen as nothing less.

As their carriage passed by the people on the outskirts of the capitol stopped what they were doing and waved, excited to see an official royal outing, and Gansey waved back. The epitome of princeliness in the eyes of the people, they were dazzled, and equally dazzled when they saw the incredibly beautiful man in the carriage beside their eventual king.

It's Prince Richard! The shouts became more and more frequent and were quickly joined with curiosities about his new fiance.

They stopped frequently, often on Laurent's insistence, so that he could accept flowers and small gifts from the people. He gave golden Veretian coins in return, which were treated like precious marvels, and when he was asked to bless children, he did so with perfect earnestness.

They made a little better progress once they reached the actual city, though a crowd gathered outside of the little coffee shop where they stopped for breakfast. Laurent greeted the crowd and waved, staying pressed against Gansey's side with hints of shyness that he allowed to show through his kindness and charm.

After that, they got to visit some of the artisans of the city. Laurent was delighted by everything, making several purchases that he wanted to send back to family and acquaintances in Vere. He was particularly charmed by a carver who specialized in jewelry boxes and interlocking wooden puzzles. Taking the puzzles apart was one challenge, and then putting them back together was exponentially harder. "Gansey," Laurent said, laughing and trying to hold a half-deconstructed wooden puzzle as he attempted to put it back together. "Help."

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Gansey was thrilled that the people were so taken with his fiance. Not that he had been worried—Laurent was charming, kind, and handsome. At Gansey's side the people felt more comfortable approaching him, so they did, and were not disappointed with what they found.

And how he loved showing Laurent around the capitol he so adored. There was much to see, and the artisans were just one stop. Trying his own hand at the puzzle box, Gansey laughed, shaking his head after a good five minutes trying to figure it out.

"Maybe if you gave me a few hours," he laughed, bowing to the craftsman. "Your boxes are very well made, my good sir." The craftsman blushed bright red and thanked them both, flattered and shy in front of two handsome princes.

"Would you like one?" Gansey asked his lover, looking at him with affection. "My treat."

"No, thank you," Laurent said, kissing Gansey's cheek. "As lovely as they are, I don't think I have that sort of patience. I'd like to send one to a contact of mine in Vere, though. I'm sure it will make him swear very colorfully for a day or two."

Laurent paid for that, leaving instructions with the artisan for its delivery, and then dragged Gansey on to the next shop. He picked up a single sapphire earring for his pierced ear, pleased with how it captured the light, and gave Gansey a playful little smirk. "What do you think?"

Gansey very much liked being dragged. The shop had several lovely pieces of jewelry, but he had to admit that sapphire looked the most striking against Laurent's fair skin and light eyes.

"It suits you," Gansey answered, admiring the complimentary color. "Does having a pierced ear mean anything in Vere, or is it another kind of fashion?" he asked, curiously. Gansey had no piercings or anything of the like.

Browsing, his fingers skimmed over a bracelet with emeralds, and admiring some precious stones that had been attached to rope.

"It does, somewhat. It's fashionable that nobles don't wear much jewelry, but that they drape their pets in glittering gems. I wore an earring more often when I was younger. I suppose I could start whatever fashion I pleased here, if I liked." Laurent tilted his head, leaving the sapphire in for the time being. "And here? Is there any significance to me wearing this, if it pleases me?"

"Oh, that's just fashion here," Gansey confirmed as they moved through the wares, admiring what was offered. "We export a lot of jewelry because many of our people excel in making. So wearing it doesn't mean much outside of enjoying it."

Laurent would look marvelous in any of the necklaces, gems, and rings there were, Gansey thought. "There's meaning behind wearing your lover's jewelry though," he continued. "And different implications depending on how you wear it. It's actually an excellent way to know the romantic state of affairs at court."

"Oh, tell me all about that," Laurent said, returning the earring to its place with only a slight pang of regret. "That sounds both valuable and fascinating." Smiling flirtatiously, Laurent browsed through some more of the wares, often asking questions about the stones and the artisan's process. Picking up a jeweled tiara, he set it on Gansey's head with a playful grin. "That's very becoming."

Gansey looked in one of the mirrors at his reflection and laughed joyously, giving Laurent a flirtatious wink. "I do look dashing, don't I?" It sparkled as though joining in his humor. Delicately, he raised it off his head and placed it on Laurent's instead.

"For the prince of my heart," he teased.

"Anyway—it's a big deal for a lover to give their beloved jewelry. Particularly if it's a piece that belong to them before passing it on. To wear your lover's ring on your finger is obvious. When you wear it on a chain around your neck, it means you're in a spat."

Trying a handsome bracelet against his wrist, the prince continued, "Wearing your lover's necklace wrapped around your wrist means that you're committed and not to be flirted with. To wear their bracelet on your left arm means you've had relations the night before. Wearing it on the right means you haven't, and that you're salty about it.

"For women, wearing their spouse's wedding band means that they've recently discovered that they're pregnant. For men, wearing their spouse's wedding band means they're considering children. Ah, but it has to be the index finger. The other fingers mean other things."

"I suppose I'll need to be appraised of all the details," Laurent said. "I wouldn't want to indicate something incorrect. And I haven't any necklace to wrap around your wrist but this one," Laurent said, touching the heart with a fingertip and giving Gansey a promising smile. "Shall I take up the habit of wearing some other necklace for a few days so that I can loop it around your wrist?"

He browsed through the jewelry, considering what Gansey had said. "I might take up the habit of wearing a piece or two just to take advantage of such signals. Any additional significance to earrings? I admit I'd gain considerable satisfaction from making you wear one for me."

"You could. The importance would be for people in court to see you wearing it and know it's yours, and then to see me with it around my wrist. It symbolizes being tied down or otherwise entangled. That's where the necklace around the wrist bit comes in."

Gansey hummed and then glanced to his fiance again. "Helen would be able to give you excellent lessons. She knows more of that than I do. She's always on top of everything subtle."

At the mention of earrings, Gansey nodded. "Putting your earrings, or earring, on your lover is considered a possessive act. Claiming them as your own. It's a promise. It can also mean engagement when it hasn't been formally announced. Giving your lover a new pair has a similar meaning but loses some of the possessive feeling."

"I like the sound of that," Laurent said, with a playful smile. "Would you be willing to pierce an ear for me?"

He returned to the table with the earrings again, picking up the dangling sapphire and paying the artisan for the pair of earrings. He hung one of them from his ear and pocketed the other, flashing Gansey a little smile as he did so.

Then he picked out a necklace, gold and set with emeralds, and looped it experimentally around Gansey's neck. "It's handsome," he teased, "but it would look better around my wrist."

"I would," he admitted, skimming over the selection of earrings as Laurent paid for the ones he wanted, "as long as you are the one doing the piercing. My ears are very sensitive. I wouldn't trust anyone else."

Having Laurent wrap something around his neck gave him a thrill. More than he expected. "I have a necklace for that already," he said, wearing a pleased little smirk. "The more loved the piece, the more loved the one it's tied to. But I suppose I could tie this one around your other wrist. Make my point very clear with two."

Oh, he wanted to snake his arms around Laurent's waist and pull him in for a deep, loving kiss. That, however, would be too much for the public eye. So he settled on flirting with his eyes, glancing between Laurent's lips and up.

Laurent laughed happily at that, putting the necklace back and giving Gansey a lingering smile in return, heated and playful.

"Come on," he said, taking Gansey's hand and pulling him along to the next shop.

A few artisans later and Laurent expressed an interest in a leatherworker's shop, tugging Gansey inside. He let go of Gansey's hand as soon as they were through the door, innocently considering the intricate leatherwork.

"Gansey, look at these collars," he said, tone as polite and innocent as it had been three shops ago over some chintz. "They might be just the thing to send to my brother. I've told you he keeps dogs? Very handsome animals. There's a pair he's favored lately, two males." Picking up one of the collars, Laurent ran his fingers over the patterning. "What do you think, the brown or the black? They're both tawny, one of them a pale yellow and the other a handsome fawn color."

While Laurent looked around the shop, Gansey studied one of the leather saddles on display. It was a lovely piece of work, with excellent design, and soft, supple cloth woven alongside the leather. Something like that would be good for when Butternut gave birth, and Laurent could eventually ride the result.

But then Laurent called him and he slid into place beside his lover, glancing over the various collars. Somehow he managed to keep from allowing any color to creep up on his cheeks by convincing himself that Laurent was indeed talking about real dogs. He studied a few, running his fingers over the patterns, twists and grooves.

"I like the brown," he finally settled on. "The black might be too harsh. I think the brown would flatter either one." Running his finger along one, he smiled, "It's very soft. Excellent work."

"The brown, then," Laurent said, selecting a matching set and consulting briefly with Gansey over the sizing. "What do you think?" he asked, innocently holding up the collar. "Too large? Too small? Oh, I suppose you haven't seen them."

The impishness of the situation only increased the flawlessness of his performance, as he considered options before finally settling on a pair that he was certain would fit, along with a very sleek pair of leather leashes. He arranged to have them delivered to him at the palace, since he would of course want to include a note for his brother along with the gift.

"I'm very hungry," Laurent said, giving Gansey a flirtatious, wheedling smile, perfectly suited to an infatuated fiance. "Shall we stop for lunch, and then the bookshop?"

Truly, Laurent was a gem. And clever, clever as a fox. Gansey knew this, of course, but every time Laurent did something Gansey was struck all over again. He loved it. Loved the flawless way Laurent handled the situation. It was incredibly attractive.

Gansey played along just as well. If anyone was listening, they would never think that the collars and leashes would be for anything but a gift.

"That sounds lovely," Gansey answered as he leaned in, pressing a short, chase kiss to Laurent's forehead. Behind them, a group of women sighed, clearly taken with the sight of them and their beginning, innocent romance. "May I take you to a favorite place of mine? It's right near the bookshop, of course."

Gansey's lunch spot of choice was a bakery. It smelled delightful, and their specialty was baking different kinds of meats into breads. Pork, chicken, beef, whatever you might want. They also had desserts, like light rolls embedded with rich chocolate and cocoa breads, as well as cookies.

"Everything is always fresh," he explained, showing Laurent through the bakery. "It's one of the oldest bakeries in the capitol."

"It's lovely," Laurent said, looking over everything with interest. He asked plenty of questions, showing great interest in the bakery's function and the farmers who supplied the grain.

Flirting innocently over lunch as they ate, Laurent let their knees touch under the table, but nothing more. The earring he wore sparkled, drawing eyes even more than he naturally did, but Laurent had eyes for no one but Gansey. He kept their conversation as mundane as he could stand, talking about the region and the people. When they finished, Laurent made sure he knew the direction of the bookshop, and then kissed Gansey's cheek before he let go of him. "I want to run a quick errand. A surprise of my own. Can I meet you at the bookshop in just a few minutes? I promise I won't be long."

Gansey gave him a curious look but, of course, agreed. He was worried about sending Laurent off on his own but knew that if he stayed close by things would be fine; the people would look out for their future consort. "All right," he said, already missing having his lover beside him.

"Promise me you'll be careful." If anything happened to Laurent—Gansey simply couldn't even humor the idea.

So they parted, Gansey headed for the bookshop to wait. Luckily there was plenty to distract him from the absence of his fiance. Lovely leather books with blank pages. Books filled with words, of all sorts. Trinkets. Truly, the book shop was one of his favorite places.

While there he spoke to some of the children about books, laughing as they showed him their favorite ones. By the time Laurent would arrive Gansey would be surrounded by seven or eight boys and girls, all proudly showing him their favorite books and how they had gotten so good at reading.

Taking care of his errands quickly, Laurent made his way to the bookshop and grinned at the sight he found. He sat down on the floor in the midst of the children, pleased to join the conversation. He quickly ended up with a child on his lap and two more hanging on him as they demonstrated their reading skills. It took almost a half hour before he and Gansey could extract themselves.

Picking up a couple of books he loved and wanted to recommend to Gansey, he wandered through the shop with his lover, until they had a small stack and Laurent was aching with impatience to steal him away and kiss him properly.

"Can we head home, or is there more to see?" Laurent asked, shooting him a tired grin as they exited the shop.

"There's always more to see," Gansey shot back with a laugh, happily carrying their selection of books in his arms, "but we don't have to do it all today. I think we've covered quite a bit of ground for now. Let's head back and relax."

Likewise, he was longing to hold Laurent in his arms again, to be grossly affectionate in a way that wasn't proper out in the public eye. So he lead the way back to where the carriage was waiting for them, nodding and waving at people as they passed.

"Did you have fun?" he asked once they were safe and sound in the carriage, headed back to the castle. "The people were quite taken with you. There will be stories about you, yet."

Laurent was glad to be back in the carriage, letting out a breath he hadn't known he was holding. "Yes, thank you. It was lovely." He hugged Gansey's arm, resting his head on his lover's shoulder as they rode back to the castle. "And I was able to arrange for the surprise I wanted. It'll be delivered to the castle for you once it's done."

Smiling with pleasure at the secret, Laurent hugged Gansey's arm tighter. "Thank you for today. It was everything I had hoped for."

"I'm glad. And very, very curious." Pressing a kiss to the top of Laurent's head, he smiled, nuzzling his cheek against fine hair. "What would my fiance want to surprise me with? That isn't from the book shop?"

He truly wasn't sure. Gansey, however, was a patient man, and could easily wait until Laurent decided to bestow it upon him. Just being in his lover's company was able to sooth any of his needs.

When they arrived at the castle Gansey stepped out first so that he could gallantly help his fiance out, looking for any excuse to touch him.

"Would you like to retire to the screen room?" he asked. "There's a lovely hammock we can read in together." Unless, of course, Laurent had something else in mind.

"That sounds delightful," Laurent said, stealing a soft kiss as he descended from the carriage. He slid his arms around Gansey's neck, watching his eyes with open adoration for a moment before he let go so that they could continue on their way.

Making a detour to fetch the journal that Gansey had loaned him, Laurent smiled as they settled into their hammock. He tucked himself against Gansey's side, kissing his cheek and resting his head on Gansey's shoulder as they read. Every so often, he let his fingertips stray along Gansey's arm, loving the small miracle of being able to touch him any time he pleased. "Gansey."

Gansey was happy to see that Laurent was going to read the journal. It might have been old tales and notes but it was still important to him; no one else really cared to look through it. On his end, Gansey settled on reading one of their new books. It was merely for pleasure, one of the books by an author making his breakout in the capitol. Yes, Gansey loved history and language, but he also liked to keep up on what was popular with his people. Apparently star-crossed lovers were all the rage. Or... continued to be the range? That seemed to be a popular theme for a while.

It was everything he could want out of a relationship. Tucked together on a hammock, comfortably reading books with one another. Sharing little kisses. Birds chirping in the background, sunlight gentle around them, and bugs kept at bay because of the screen all around the room.

Whenever Laurent touched him he let out a soft sigh, delighted at every brush.

"Yes, darling?" Leaning in, he brushed a kiss against Laurent's forehead.

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