Note: I wrote this for school half a year ago, and found it just now. I like it a bit, even if it looked longer in Word.
The wedding ceremony had begun not more than five minutes ago and Lydia was already growing more and more restless from having to put up to listening to that old priest reciting half of the holy book itself before they could finally be united in matrimony. For a passing moment she even took the thought of interrupting him and telling him to move along with it in a faster pace but, even though she herself did not consider her deeds wrong, she knew that the others did.
She could indeed not grasp what her family thought so very grievous about her choices. She had merely done what she needed to secure her future with an amiable man. She endeavored to keep her cheery appearance but her dear mothers constant reminders of how they were all to never get married and be forced to live on the street soon after her father had died, it had affected her to the least. She refused to grow dull and so utterly boring as her dear sister Mary and so she sought to be the opposite, should that not be what a man would want?
Mr. Wickham had started speaking and she drifted back to reality for a few seconds, only to make sure it was the vows he was going on with. He said them slowly and had to stop to think or remember a few times. She refused to show it, to let anything stain what should be the happiest day in her life but somehow it hurt her. He had confessed his feelings of love to her and she had taken his word for true. She still did, somehow. She wanted too.
Suddenly it had come to be her turn to say her vows. The vows were long and indeed very hard to remembered but she had practiced all night long and knew it by heart.
"I, Lydia Bennet, take thee, George Wickham to be my lawfully wedded husband..."[1]
She heard the words echo, somehow distant. First her own voice and then the man Wickham had chose to be his Celebrant. She did not know him and did not wish to, he was a fairly handsome but very dull.
" With this ring I thee wed. Wear it as a symbol of our love and commitment." Wickham said, smiling at her. She could not help but to smile back, widely. She giggled a bit and have him her hand, to put the ring on. With a few words from the celebrant she then said the same and placed the ring on his finger. The deal was almost sealed. She was almost secured.
The dull man continued with his talking but suddenly she heard the magic words spoken, loud and clear against the silence of the room.
"You may now seal the promises you have made with each other with a kiss." he had said.
And so they did.
It wasn't magical. It wasn't special. It did not taste of rainbows or sunsets or flowers. It tasted quite foul and his stubble was itching. For anyone looking it might have been a passionate kiss but for her it was the biggest disappointment of it all. Bigger than the small ceremony, her dull and cheap wedding clothes and even more bitter then the fact that her sister were not here to watch her succeed. To quick as if unreal gain a husband when Jane was the eldest and had even been courted by a rich gentleman like Mr. Bingley.
You could call her a bad winner, but she had won.
[1] . 2011-12-21 (the entire old fashioned wedding vow, to long to include in the text)