What he was thinking
He swallowed nervously. Fidgeted with his tie. All those times he had faced danger, all the times he had nearly died. The adrenaline he had faced then was nothing compared to this. He wondered when it had started – him liking her. Was it that day Grade Two, when she had come up to him and just demanded that he come to her birthday? Was it when, two years later he had been totally lost, and she had given him a map, and sent him off with a warning? Or had it been when later that week she helped him to get on the soccer team? Maybe it was one of those times – or maybe it wasn't, and it had been any of the other times they had ended up together. Maybe life could have been different. Maybe they could have gone to high school and university together. Gone on dates, had fun... He quickly squished that thought. Things had gone the way they had gone. Uncle Press had showed up, and he'd gone with him. If he hadn't, things would have differently. Saint Dane would have won, for one. He wouldn't have grown up to be the person he was now, for another. He wouldn't have met Spader, or Gunny, or went to Eelong or Zadaa. He would not have met so many new friends. So many people he wanted to protect. And he would not have realized that somewhere down the line, he had stopped liking her, and started loving her.
His heart thudded. The doors opened. And she stepped in. For a moment, his heart stopped completely. He stopped breathing. Time itself stood still. Then she flashed him a smile, and everything started back again. She was positively radiant. Her gown hugged her body in all the right places, and flowed to the floor. Her hair was down and slightly curled. A silver circlet lay at the top of her head, securing everything in place. She was beautiful. And the moment they locked eyes, they focused on nothing but each other. Her father escorted her down the aisle. Suddenly they were right next to him. She tore her eyes away from his for just a moment and sent a reassuring glance at her father. The priest began "We are gathered here today to celebrate the joining of these two people..." He tuned him out. He saw nothing but the woman he wanted to be with for the rest of his life. He loved her, and told her nothing less everyday, from the first time he had said it, to now, and he wanted to be able to say it until he was gone from this earth. Or until she was. But there was no doubt in his mind that if she died, then he would soon follow.
"Do you, Courtney Chetwynde wish to take Robert Pendragon as your loyal husband?" he Priest asked her. Courtney nodded "I do." "And do you, Robert Pendragon wish to take Courtney Chetwynde as your lovely wedded wife?" This time the question was directed at him. Once again, "I do." was the reply. Behind him, Mark grinned, Bobby didn't know how he knew, he just did. The priest smiled "Then you may kiss the bride." And kiss the bride he did. It was no memorable makeout like the ones they had everywhere, it was something deeper. Something he knew he would remember for the rest of his life. And Bobby Pendragon, newly married to Courtney Pendragon, formerly Courtney Chetwynde was content.
A.N.: Just a little something I thought up. I'm trying to get a few ideas, so I can become a Beta Reader :)
If anyone would give me a few tips, I would be extremely grateful - I'm still sorta new...
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-V.C.