It’s Ragnar, bb! The Eagan thing was a type from the previous anon :D
I kept it as the translator still helping Eames out!
To woo his future spouse, Eames had to stay with his interpreter. He tried to speak on his own but he only spoke in single words or fragments which seem to only irritate Arthur and make him sigh.
Arthur had no choice when it came to marrying Eames, he was evidently repulsed by him and even though they didn’t speak, Eames remembered seeing him during the invasion, the young, beautiful prince raising the flag to rally the soldiers and it worked. Eames had seen him standing there in his finery, a serious, solemn look on his face. They had made eye contact and if Eames hadn’t been so busy, he would have tried to steal him away.
They walked through the halls of the castle, the translator behind them as Eames did his best to speak through him to express his emotion for him.
“You are lovely. I am lucky to marry you.”
The translator’s voice followed Eames’ in the halls and Arthur didn’t respond, he only continued looking straight ahead.
“You’re so beautiful. But that is all I know of you. Tell me about yourself.”
Arthur still said nothing but Eames was still smitten.
In his time trying to win over his spouse, Eames wondered what he could do to get Arthur to at least speak to him. He never had so much trouble before and he felt as if this one might really be out of his reach. When he spoke to the translator, he asked him,
“How does one win a prince over?”
The translator thought for a moment as he said,
“You must show him you are a man, not a beast.”
“Well that I know. How can I show him I care?”
“Flowers perhaps? A gesture? Showing affection holds no bounds when it comes to gender.”
Eames sighed but knew he was right.
Eames would bring flowers to the prince, take him for walks among the castle, bring him gifts from within the city walls of sweets, pastries, any jewels he could barter for. But still…nothing.
Then the translator found a book and brought it to Eames. Eames, a warrior his entire life had never found any use for books. He looked at him and asked,
“What is this?”
The translator opened it and read through a couple of pages and then looked back at Eames.
“It is a book of poems.”
The translator looked again and said,
“A few of them are, yes. If you read one of these to the prince, you might soften to your company.”
Eames smiled at the idea and nodded as he sat beside the translator and said,
“Teach me one. Word for word so I can say it to him.”
“Are you sure?”
Eames nodded, determined.
Arthur was bored of listening, of pretending to care, annoyed by this beast who was trying to win him over with weeds and bobbles. He was more furious with his father for doing this to him. It would only be a matter of time before he was tied to him by God and then he would have this animal, this bear as a husband. He couldn’t even speak to him, just dribbles of words he was trying to string together, like a child. He was bored in his quarters, sighing softly when he a knock at his door. He rose and went to answer, seeing it was Eames and the translator. Eames smiled as he saw him and Arthur only rolled his eyes.
“He has come to ask if you would care for a walk in the gardens.”
Arthur sighed again and since he was bored, he said yes.
Once outside, the warm sunny day boasting a beautiful scene, Arthur felt a brush against his fingers and he looked down and then back at Eames in alarm as he saw the northman was trying to get his attention and was giving him a white rose. Arthur accepted it with grace and dignity - he was of royal blood and he bowed his head in gratitude when Eames dropped down to one knee and said,
“I dream you equally, whether far or near, but you are exact, without replica always. You become music beneath my tranquil gaze. As if with a glance, I see you through the ear. You can be in me as though beneath my eye. So melodious your heart, that heart open wide and I hear you beat in my forehead secretly. When you flow in me order to disappear.”
Arthur was stunned. Eames had learned a beautiful, French poem, in his native tongue to impress him and much to Arthur’s chagrin, he was impressed. Eames smiled at him, knowing he had finally broken through, even in the smallest of ways and he asked,
“Did you like it?"
The translator spoke immediately after Eames and Arthur nodded.
Eames made a bold move then and took Arthur’s hand, bringing it to his lips and kissing the top of it. Much to his satisfaction, he didn’t feel Arthur tense up at all.