So here we are another one of my little stories I do plan on finishing 15 reasons not to lie. Someday but today I was inspired by the idea of imagining what it is like to have your lover die. I was noticing how in stories characters say "I couldn't imagine what it would be like with out so-and-so" so I said well then imagine.
Disclaimer: Seriously if I owned it I sure as heck wouldn't be writing fan fiction I'd be out blowing the money I'd gotten from making this kick-ass game.
Leon quickly pulled the uncomfortable tux on. He laced his black shoes. Then he was in front of the mirror attempting to look presentable for his family. Leon was a suitor, after all. If he was chosen his family would be royalty and that honor was exactly what his family needed. The ever present disgrace of having his grandfather murder half of his small town was a heavy burden.
He sighed as he packed himself into a carriage. Then the chauffeur sent the horses into a fast trot. Leon quickly reviewed his instructions. Go to ball, meet princess, woo her, and be chosen. He nodded to no one in particular, accepting his objectives. The castle was in sight. Leon transformed into a benevolent individual who was interested in politics and the latest trends. In other words what he assumed a young princess was going to want to talk about.
In the cool evening, under the stars, Leon jogged up the flights of stairs. Beautiful, intricate designs were carved into the marble steps, which shimmered with the passing light of the moon. Glancing at the guards at the top of the stairs, Leon clutched his invitation. He passed them undisturbed, he was so surprised he stumbled and clung to the door way.
What he saw amazed him. Thousands of people were gathered in that one ball room. So many were packed into one small area that he was sure that at the heart of the mass was where the princess was. Leon imagined her gracefully turning her head and flirting with the suitors trying to figure out which one would fit her best. Leon hoped he knew.
Redirecting himself, he headed to the center of the crowd. Finally finding the young beauty he bowed to one knee and kissed her hand. With his large azure eyes he gazed into her brown ones. She was more beautiful then he had ever dreamed.
"Would you please leave" she stated, kindly, "I already have been married for many years." She added.
Leon's eyes widened considerably. "However my sister, who is next for the throne is still unmarried." Her eyes said she understood his misconception, "She is..." Princess Rinoa paused, "different then me. I am Princess Rinoa by the way. You are looking for Yuffie, my elder sister." Rinoa pointed to a corner where many men had surrounded a petite woman, like a pack of wolves staring down their prey.
Leon noted that many had showered her with gifts and pleasantries. However, he also noted that she refused to even glance their way. He noticed one last significant factor; she wouldn't glance any ones way. Until she spotted him that is, then like a little girl having found a long lost toy she tilted her head back in disbelief.
When Leon managed to push his way through the throng of people he once again went down to a knee to say "It is a lovely night is it not? However, this night is far less lovely then you." Grasping her hand he lightly touched his lips to the soft lacy material covering her hand. Leon gazed into her eyes, unlike her sister's they were a steely grey. Dully he recognized she still would not look into his eyes. "Would you like to dance" he finally inquired seeing there was no reaction to his earlier statement, no blush or stuttered "thank you". The fact that she stood up with his hand still holding hers was the only answer he needed. Gently leading her to the center of the ball room, he preened in the jealous looks he was receiving. Leon introduced himself and was acknowledged with a blank stare. He tried to make conversation but to the same result. Eventually he gave up and without really thinking glided across the dance floor. Instead of focusing on his partner he took in the details of the room. Leon saw the way the dome shaped top had beautiful angels painted on it, like the heavens he thought to himself. The closer the walls curved to the floor the more green it was; with trees and magnificent gardens lining the area.
Leon realized she was beginning to struggle in his embrace. Trying to calm her he whispered soothing words in her ear. Then she bolted straight out to the garden, the real one. He pursued her out into the palace garden. He saw her hunched over a bright blue flower. The petals drooped and curled into heart shaped formations. Leon now actually looked at her and examined her traits. Her raven hair hung over her angular face. Her cheeks were a light rosy color but the tears streaming down her face contradicted her happy make-up. Her lithe form was bound into a tight red dress that dipped down into her cleavage and that had long sleeves that ran down into long lacy white gloves. The dress fanned out around her hips. The bottom of the dress splayed out upon the ground in velvety layers. Then she saw him and sobbed harder her hands spread across her face. That's when Leon realized she wasn't actually making any noise, only the tears and the sharp shaking of her shoulders were the tell-tale signs of her crying. Then it finally dawned on him; she couldn't speak.