antique choker

A wonderful image of Princess Stephanie of Belgium, Countess Lonyay and previously, Crown Princess of Austria. 1900s (decade)

She s wearing her beautiful “fleur de Lys” tiara and a stunning choker (part of the parure, i believe)

Image courtesy (and property) of my dear friend, Ralf De Jonge. ❤️


Raven shivered as she turned around and looked over her shoulder at Changeling, a small smile tugging at the corner of her lips. He draped his suit jacket over her bare shoulders and pulling her back against his chest. She breathed deep, smelling the scent of pine mingling with his cologne and the faint smell of cigar smoke. She brought the lapel up to her nose and breathed deep, wanting to remember this smell forever.

“You’re missing the after party, Rae.” His teeth caught her ear lobe and tugged gently before running his tongue over the skin. The sensation sent a rush of heat through her body and Raven shivered, pulling his jacket tighter around her shoulders.

“I know… It’s just… I’m kinda ready for them to go home.” She looked over her shoulder at him, a lock of plum-colored hair falling from her fancy up-do and into her eyes. “I’m ready to… you know…”

He grinned. “Consummate our marriage?” His arms tightened around her waist and kissed down her neck, nibbling on her pale skin until he reached the antique, pearl choker around her neck. “I’m ready for that too.”

“I was going to say I was ready for us to have some alone time.” Raven glared at him from beneath her fake lashes (that was Jinx’s idea, much to Raven’s chagrin). “It was such a nice evening until they decided to invite themselves over…”

Raven stood on her tip-toes and looked over Changeling’s shoulder at their friends partying inside their hotel suite. They had taken to playing “Spin the Bottle” as if they were teenagers again, and now Speedy and Aqualad were making out. Raven rolled her eyes and turned her gaze back to the cityscape again, feeling the wind whip around her shoulders. She shivered again and Changeling pulled even closer.

“You’re going to catch cold if you keep standing out here.”

“You’re going to bed without honeymoon sex unless you get them out of there.” She turned around in his arms and pulled his suit jacket tighter around her shoulders. “And you certainly want to know what I’m wearing underneath this dress.”

He blinked, his eyes widening as they trailed over the white, tea-length dress she was wearing. Color flushed against his cheeks and he licked his lips as Raven continued to smirk up at him.

Without another word between them, Changeling turned around and threw open the sliding glass door to the balcony, letting loose a roar that was sure to shatter ear drums. The raucous laughter stopped as everyone turned to stare at him, eyes wide.


Raven had never seen a room vacate so fast.

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thewidowraven - I did okay? I can try again if you want.