Cross-posted from Madrona Project, 12 days of Ficmas, and allbingo
Title: Happy Anniversary
Author: kira
Word Count: 435
World: Capital city of Madrona
Main Characters: Dante, Vincenza, an unnamed servant
Borrow: yes
Summary: After forty years of marriage, Dante and Vincenza are still very much in love…
Author’s note: This is unbetaed, so any mistakes therein are my own.
Dante pulled out the chair so that his wife of forty years, Vincenza, could sit at the table. He sat across from her at richly appointed table. From the gold candlesticks, to heavy silver cutlery and delicate glassware, Dante did his best to set a table similar to the way he remembered it had been set at their wedding feast. He glanced fondly at his wife and clapped his hands. A servant approached from the shadows and poured a glass of wine for the two of them. Dante held up his glass. “To the most beautiful wife in all of Fierza!” he smiled fondly at her. “My sweet Vincenza!” Dante blew a kiss at her.
Vincenza giggled like the girl she once was. Sixteen when they married, she was just as in love with him now as she was then. It did not matter that his hair was shot with grey and that his once trim figure was now twice the size it had been, her beloved was just as attractive to her as he had been when they met all those years ago.
Dante felt the same way. The plump woman, who sat across from him, was just as gorgeous as the young girl; he had taken as his wife. He thought the soft candlelight made her look even more beautiful than the day they married. He looked over at the servant, hoping the man would get the hint and serve their dinner already as he wanted to carry his wife upstairs to their room and reenact their wedding night.
“Dante, my love, you’re too funny!” she teased.
Resting his chin on his hand, Dante leaned towards her. “Am I now?”
Vincenza giggled in reply. When he waggled his eyebrows at her, her giggles morphed into full blown laughter. One hand on her heaving bosom, she helplessly waved the other one at him as she laughed. “Oh, Dante!”
Before things could get too raunchy, they were interrupted by their anniversary dinner being served.
“Happy anniversary, my dear,” Dante said as he picked up his fork and knife.
“Happy anniversary, my love,” Vincenza said as she started to eat.
The servant rolled his eyes as he had a feeling this night was going to end like every other night since he started working here. Judging by the cow eyes his master and mistress were making at each other, all doubts were removed. While the young man found it somewhat disgusting the way his elders were carrying on, he also hoped he would be just as virile as the old man when he reached that age.
Author: kira
Word Count: 435
World: Capital city of Madrona
Main Characters: Dante, Vincenza, an unnamed servant
Borrow: yes
Summary: After forty years of marriage, Dante and Vincenza are still very much in love…
Author’s note: This is unbetaed, so any mistakes therein are my own.
Dante pulled out the chair so that his wife of forty years, Vincenza, could sit at the table. He sat across from her at richly appointed table. From the gold candlesticks, to heavy silver cutlery and delicate glassware, Dante did his best to set a table similar to the way he remembered it had been set at their wedding feast. He glanced fondly at his wife and clapped his hands. A servant approached from the shadows and poured a glass of wine for the two of them. Dante held up his glass. “To the most beautiful wife in all of Fierza!” he smiled fondly at her. “My sweet Vincenza!” Dante blew a kiss at her.
Vincenza giggled like the girl she once was. Sixteen when they married, she was just as in love with him now as she was then. It did not matter that his hair was shot with grey and that his once trim figure was now twice the size it had been, her beloved was just as attractive to her as he had been when they met all those years ago.
Dante felt the same way. The plump woman, who sat across from him, was just as gorgeous as the young girl; he had taken as his wife. He thought the soft candlelight made her look even more beautiful than the day they married. He looked over at the servant, hoping the man would get the hint and serve their dinner already as he wanted to carry his wife upstairs to their room and reenact their wedding night.
“Dante, my love, you’re too funny!” she teased.
Resting his chin on his hand, Dante leaned towards her. “Am I now?”
Vincenza giggled in reply. When he waggled his eyebrows at her, her giggles morphed into full blown laughter. One hand on her heaving bosom, she helplessly waved the other one at him as she laughed. “Oh, Dante!”
Before things could get too raunchy, they were interrupted by their anniversary dinner being served.
“Happy anniversary, my dear,” Dante said as he picked up his fork and knife.
“Happy anniversary, my love,” Vincenza said as she started to eat.
The servant rolled his eyes as he had a feeling this night was going to end like every other night since he started working here. Judging by the cow eyes his master and mistress were making at each other, all doubts were removed. While the young man found it somewhat disgusting the way his elders were carrying on, he also hoped he would be just as virile as the old man when he reached that age.