The Honour Of Your Presence Is Requested...
Red.
It was everywhere and brilliant in contrast to her white dress. The dress that had cost thousands of dollars, but it had been worth it, because it fit her snugly. It wasn't too revealing, but rather quite classy and fitting for the personality of one Katherine Houghton Beckett. The NYPD detective was tall, and not in the literal sense of the word. She was tough and able to hold her own in just about any situation, but there was a little girl inside her that wanted to embrace the fairy tale. After finding her Prince Charming in a man who acted like a 9 year old on a sugar rush, she couldn't deny that she wanted her childhood dreams to come true.
Kate didn't want a big wedding; at least, not as big as Richard wanted it, which would have surely ended up on the 6th page of the newspaper. When they had gotten engaged, there was a little media coverage. Eligible Bachelor No More: Richard Castle to Wed the Real Nikki Heat. Well, truth be told, she wasn't overly fond of being called Nikki Heat, even if the character was based upon her.
Well, that's neither here, nor there.
She had spent many painstaking hours searching for just the right dress with Lanie, Alexis and Martha. They had such patience with her that she couldn't express her appreciation enough to them all as she declined dress after dress for whatever reason (and her reasons seemed pretty small at times), but this was an important day to prepare for. The day she would become Mrs. Richard Castle, and she wanted it to be perfect. When she walked down the isle, she wanted to see his face light up.
One, and done.
But it was ruined now. The perfect dress, on what should have been a perfect day, soaked up the red liquid and was thirsty for more. Screams filled the church, chaos ensued. It was all white noise to Kate as she sat on the floor, her wedding dress an ocean around her. This was supposed to be her day, and it was ruined.
She made no attempt to hide the tears in her eyes as the guests raced out of the church, fearing for their own lives, and not about the life that was bleeding out from her fiancé, lying helplessly in her arms. Each breath was a struggle for the both of them as he choked on blood, and she choked on sobs.
Richard's eyes fluttered closed.
"RIIIICK!"
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