Edward smiled softly, kissing Edward's lips passionately before pulling away, and smirking a bit."Don't cry, okay?This is the true beginning of your new life..As my Queen and my beloved pet, both at once..You wanted something that would show that your mine, but something not too obvious, but something nobody would forget..There you go.A sweet little kitty collar, just for you."

Tom wiped his eyes hard with his hand, then smiled up at Edward. "It's just, it's a big change, y'know?" he said. "Thanks, again- for everything." He took Edward's hands in his, lightly rubbing the backs of them. He then leaned his head against Edward's shoulder, nuzzling his face into his neck.

"Hmm..I hear people gathering, the sound of 50 conversations going on at once, turned into pure noise..Must be getting to banquet time..If I can just find a pair of nice pants that I used to wear when I was a young teen, I'm sure you'll look fine in my shirt.." Edward said, gently removing Tom from his lap and searching his wardrobe."I'm sure I have a pair in here.."

Tom stood, leaning against the bed, watching Edward search through his clothes. "Erm, I'll be back in a moment," he said, feeling something come on. He left the room for Edward's bathroom, the bell on his collar jingling cheerfully. Tom relieved himself, then washed his hands. He gripped the sides of the sink, staring at his reflection. The crimson color of his collar stood out against his skin, though it was subtle enough that people's eyes wouldn't be fixated on it forever. He washed his face, then left the bathroom. Once back in Edward's room, he saw that a pair of black pants and a gold shirt were lying on the bed. "These for me?" Tom asked, beginning to pull off Edward's shirt.

"Yes..I wasn't sure if you'd like the shirt, though..I found a white one, too..And this red one might be baggy, but it'd make your collar blend in better.I like the red the best." Edward giggled, setting a crimson shirt about one size bigger than what Tom would usually wear on the bed."Now for something for me to we--Whoah!That was odd.." He said, slipping sort of randomly and landing sort of cutely on the floor, with his knees buckled femininely.It looked odd for Edward, to say the least.He sighed."I tripped over my own pant leg.How embarrassing..Hope I don't repeat that later tonight.."

Tom studied the shirts. He was rather attracted to the gold one, as he knew it'd make him stand out, but he wasn't sure if that was a good thing. The white one was a bit more conservative, and would help him to blend in, but the red one was Edward's favorite. Tom had just pulled his, well Edward's, shirt off when the other male fell. Clad only in his rather tight underwear, Tom hurried over to Edward. "Are you okay?!" He exclaimed, helping him up. "You just sorta went- splat!" He examined Edward and saw a bruise forming on his leg. "Want me to get something for that?" he asked, nodding at the bruise. "It won't show, but it looks like it hurts a bit." He stepped back a little, unsure of whether or not he seemed to be fussing over Edward too much.

"I'm fine.That was just one of the clumsy moments I have that no one in the public ever sees.Felix always says I should have been blonde, because of how clumsy I am at times." Edward laughed, slowly standing up."I'll be fine.It's just a little bruise.Nothing big.I'm used to his.Ever wondered why I wear long sleeved shirts in summer?Sensitive skin.Forgetting about highly waxed floors at 7:00 in the morning.Bare feet or slippery, soft socks.You do the math.If you can't figure out the answer, that all equals one very bruised prince."

Tom couldn't help laughing. Even though Edward had said he was okay, Tom knelt down before him and kissed the bruise. He slowly stood back up, smiling lightly. His face was slightly red as he turned back to the clothes. "I think I'll go with the red one," he said, "although it seems a bit large." He pulled on the black pants, finding that they fit perfectly, a wee bit tight in the butt area. Next came the soft red shirt, pulled over his head and messing up his hair a little bit. It was looser than Tom usually found comfortable, but still okay. "This look all right?" he asked, turning to Edward. "Now, what are you going to wear?"

Edward stood up, with a slight limp, he seemed to have twisted his ankle, and walked over to his wardrobe, pulling out ANOTHER red shirt, and another set of black pants, but in the correct size for him.Okay, so the shirt was a bit tight on his stomach, which felt a bit like a corset as he put it on, but it was cut that way.It emphasized his feminine hips quite a bit, as well, along with his slip dress pants.He looked like a vampire, actually..Long black hair, weirdly colored eyes, red shirt, black pants..Would look like a demon, or a vampire, to anyone not used to Edward's sense of fashion.

(I swear, Edward's like apollo justice, but sexier.Addicted as hell to red.)

{*Drools.* Why must all the fictional Edwards be so damn hot?!}

Tom looked over at Edward and could feel a slight swell in the area slightly of his stomach. He stood straight, not caring if Edward could tell or not. He could barely speak, he was so much in awe of Edward's masculine, slightly vampire-ish, beauty. Tom walked slowly over to Edward and kissed him lightly, running a hand through the other male's long raven hair. "Gods, you look good," he said. "Think people will be able to keep their eyes off of you?" He smirked slightly, pulling Edward towards the door. "C'mon, we can't be late!"

(I don't know, but I was fiddling with a doll maker earlier trying to make edward and GODDAMMIT HE'S [email protected]#$ING SEXY.)

Edward smirked, and walked into the bathroom."Be right back, I've got to fix something.." He said, closing the door and soon coming back even more sexy..His hair tied up into a low ponytail which rested against his back, with his bangs hanging down into his face, held together by a crimson ribbon, tied into a fancy-looking bow."Alright, Now I'm read--dammit.I always forget this." He said, grabbing his crown and setting it lightly onto his head yes, he still wore his prince crown, if anyone made him wear a kings crown he would problably scream, because he hated the design of that thing.

(If your wondering, Edward's crown is gold, with rubies, which is SORT OF like the one your wearing, but without the fur on the bottom, no heart cut outs, and a bit thinner in diameter.Something you would see on gaiaonline, I kind of admit..n-n; )

{haha, I've tried that for Tom, since he's my main character, but it never comes out how I want. -.-}
Tom looked at Edward's long hair, held back in a ponytail with the crimson ribbon, and sighed with happiness. How he'd managed to score the sexiest man in the castle was still beyond him. He looked at the crown curiously, wondering why he didn't have a King one yet but not wanting to ask. "Will I get a crown, too?" he asked. "Or like, a tiara?" He giggled cutely, his eyes wandering from Edward's crown to his chest then back up to his face. He brushed his hair out of his eyes, then ran a hand through it in an attempt to clean it up a little.

"You'll problably get a circlet, since your technically not my queen yet, since we're not married..it's like a headband crown thing, I think Claudius wears one instead of a crown sometimes." Edward said, laughing."He's kind of girly at times." he said, walking into the dining hall, then rushing back out and slamming the door behind him, keeping it shut."SO MANY PEOPLE..I don't think I can do this, not even on my birthday are there this many people at once!"

Tom nodded, following Edward into the dining room. He was taken by surprise at all the people milling around inside. He opened his mouth to say something to Edward, but when he looked around the other male was gone. Tom glanced behind him and saw that the dining hall door was still swinging gently. He pushed through it and saw Edward leaning against the wall. Tom went and stood in front of him, taking the other male's hands in his. "You can do it," he said. "I'm here, Draconius is here. If anything happens, we can cause a distraction or something, though I doubt we'll need to." He kissed Edward's forehead, the bell on his collar dinging slightly as he stretched his neck upwards, then snuggled against him.

"I think I might faint, is that enough excuse to make a distraction?" Edward laughed, still very nervous.He kissed Tom lightly and tried to smile."I can do this..I just need to not feel like I'm going to faint..Which is hard..I'm not very good with crowds, especially since if I go in there I'll be the center of attention..This is going to be a pain..I wish I could just..Clone myself for a few hours, to get away from it all.."

"Just take a few deep breaths," Tom said calmly, rubbing Edward's arm. "Just breathe in deeply, close your eyes. Nothing bad will happen, you'll be fine." He glanced around to see a servant staring, wondering whether or not to move closer. He beckoned the servant over, telling him in a low voice to get a cup of water to Edward. Several minutes later, the servant reappeared with a glass and a pitcher of water. Tom poured about half a glass, and handed it to Edward. "Here, drink."

Edward slowly drank the water and took a deep breath, handing the glass back to the servant and smiling."Don't worry, I'm fine, just nervous.." He said to the servant, now a bit calmer."I can do this..I just need a moment, to prepare..I had no idea there would be this many people.."

He sighed, and took another deep breath, before walking into the dining hall again, this time a bit more confident.He looked around the room..EVERYONE was there..His cousins, shis uncles and aunts, people from the city that surrounded the castle that he didn't even recognize, his brothers, Draconius, Altair, Draconius's grandfather..It seemed that almost literally, everyone and their mother had came.Except it was more like everyone and their father had came.

Tom followed Edward back inside, his bell ringing softly. He looked around, eyes widened cutely. There were so many people! And Edward, as their new King, had to greet them all. Tom, of course, would go with him, but wouldn't say anything. Since he wasn't Queen yet, he wouldn't really be treated as one- he'd be treated as a prince, like Alexander or Felix or Claudius. Tom went and sat down at one of the tables with Edward. "So, what exactly is this for?" he asked. "Just greeting everyone as the new King?"

"Pretty much..That and meeting all the important people, and It's pretty much just an after-ceremony celebration and meal, so people can congratulate the new king, before he gets too busy..I see a whole bunch of people that look like designers, all looking at you, Tom." Edward giggled."They must be trying to guess what size you wear, so they can make sample clothes that will fit.."

Tom looked over at a group of people, many of them holding large binders with bits of cloth poking out. He giggled, looking a little bit shy. "Are they going to measure me now?" he asked, tugging slightly on Edward's shirt. He looked around, trying to see who else was there. Jacob was walking beside Draconius, limping more than ever. Every few seconds, pretending to hurry him up, Draconius would push his hand against his butt, causing Jacob to struggle to contain his flinch of pain. Okaay then, Tom thought, letting his eyes drift over to where Alexander and Kyrie, and Claudius and Yuri were all talking. Felix, oddly, wasn't there. Mollie, in a bubblegum pink dress, was flirting with the neighboring prince. Tom leaned his head against Edward's arm, still watching the crowd.

(I'm sorry for being upset at you, but can you, like, not control the characters I'm controlling?The other sibligns and Draconius are my characters, not npcs that can be controlled by anyone.Sorry.n-n; It just feels awkward, with you controlling my characters.)

"They might, later." Edward laughed, looking over at his siblings and Draconius, who soon sat across from Edward, with Jacob beside him.Following then was Alexander and Kyrie, who did NOT look happy in the least, with his now-blonde, mid-back length hair.He looked cute angry.And on the other side, beside Draconius, sat Yuri, waiting for Claudius to sit with him..And Felix sat on the other side of the table completely, with what..SEEMED to be a girl with a flat chest, but was most likely another cross-dressing boy, who looked like he was a servant of a rich family from the nearby city...And on the other side of Felix, sat ANOTHER male, but a taller, but still quite feminine looking.Looked more like a dominant male, though.

"Hoo wow, Felix has..TWO people sitting near him loving on him, it seems..I recognize the little one, he was at my birthday party last year, he's the servant of a popular noble from the city nearby.." Edward laughed."Felix seems to like the taller one though, oddly..Never thought HE'D be submissi--Geez there are alot of Designers, mostly looking at you and the other servants that my siblings and Draconius have fallen for..This si going to be hell, trying to get one peaceful moment alone with you when there are fifty designers wanting you to try on things."

{Gah, sorry! I just needed something to say, y'know? Won't do that in the future.}

Tom studied the boys sitting beside the princes. He studied the taller male sitting beside Felix for a moment, thinking that he actually looked pretty cute. He looked rather feminine, as though he always depended on someone else, the same way Tom was. After a moment, he shook his head slightly, making his bell ring, and turned back to Edward. He snuggled into the other male, leaning his head into the spot between Edward's arm and chest. "Maybe Felix likes 'em both," he suggested. When Edward quickly covered up what he was saying about Felix, by pointing out the designers, he giggled, but didn't say anything about it. "Maybe I can do the clothes thing now, while you greet your guests, then we can go get a few minutes of alone time," he said, raising an eyebrow.

"Yeah, you go do that while I greet the nobles, they're all searching for their tape measures..We have a bit of time before they bring in dinner, so go on and go meet your new designer friends." Edward laughed, looking over at the collecting group of nobles and their servants, who all seemed to be eyeing the prince with no specially-winged servant near him, Felix..all most likely wanting freedom from their masters, eeing as some were bruised, snad some seemed to look like their hands were worked down to the bone that morning, and every other morning.

Tom laughed and gave Edward a quick hug, kissing him lightly. He scampered over to the knot of designers, all of whom quickly began vying for him to go with them first. Tom went over to one of the men at the front of the group. The designer introduced himself as Letson, casual wear extraordinaire. Letson directed Tom to stand up straight, arms out to the side. Tom did as he was told and Letson began measuring him, scribbling occasional notes on his clipboard and calling out numbers to his assistant. Once he'd finished measuring, his assistant went to the other designers who copied down his measurements. Letson, meanwhile, opened his binder to show Tom all the clothes he could pick. Tom chose several pairs of jeans, a bunch red and gold and black shirts, a cream colored sweater, and a pair of plain black canvas shoes. The other designers began showing him their clothes- fun-wear, sleep-wear, formal-wear, intimate-wear (for when he was alone with Edward), and so many others. Nearly an hour had passed by the time Tom had finally gone through all the designers. They all left in a clump, promising Tom that he'd have his new clothes within the week. Tom wearily went over to where Edward stood. He laced his hand through the other's, saying, "You ready?"

Edward nodded."Perfect timing too, here come your partners from the kitchen." He giggles, watching as the servants came in, pushing multiple carts of plates around, each with different dishes on them, made for every person there's particular tastes.As the nobles and the royal family all sat down, they started putting the plates in front of everyone, making sure each one was right.Though Alex and Marcus had been bumped down to their status, they were still nervous, and felt pressured to get EVERY thing right, so they wouldn't get a dirty glare from a snooty noble from the city, for accidentally flipping two plates that had nearly the same thing on them.