The bells were ringing and everyone was happy. Today was finally the day, the new queen was to be married. There was a strange atmosphere about the place as the groom stood at the altar awaiting his bride-to-be. Almost everyone seemed thrilled that their new queen was to be wed. Spread out among the pews were the friends of the bride, tears in their eyes as they awaited the ceremony. If you didn't know any better, you'd think they were tears of joy.
As the bride took her place behind the doors, with her most beloved male friend as her escort (as her father was unable to attend nor was he welcome). Her friends that helped her get ready urged her to think about this again. "Are you sure about this?" "You barely even know this guy" they said. She shook her head, "I have to do it. For my kingdom, and for my people."
The doors were opened, music started playing and the bride started walking down the isle toward her groom. The audience stood up in applause, her friends did the same, depsite their sobbing at the scene occuring in from of them. She approached the altar as her escort kissed her hand and whispered "Please don't do this to yourself." and returned to his seat with tears in his eyes.
The ceremony went on as planned and it was almost time to exchange rings and a kiss. "If there is anyone who objects to this union; please speak now or forever hold your peace." All the bride's friends sobbed silently into their hands, trying to keep as calm as they could in such a devastating time.
The doors suddenly flew open and a figure stood between them, "I OBJECT!" cried a woman's voice. Gasps and whispers could be heard throught the audience and the bride and groom both turned to see the woman walking toward them. Her clothes in tatters, she looked like she just crawled out of the woods. "I refuse to allow these two to marry and I'll do anything to stop it." The bride suddenly started to cry and walked toward the mysterious woman, her arms outstreached reaching for her, "Y-Ymir…you're alive!" the bride forced to say through her shock. Ymir took the bride into a tight embrace, "Of course I am. I live for you, my dear Historia.
The room was in an uproar at this point, patrons standing in their places, shock and disgust on their face. The groom, furious started toward his bride-to-be before the a member of the military police retained him. All of their friends stood up in applause, smiles on their faces through their tears, thrilled to see their friends reunited after so many years.
Many of the guests started to leave and the groom was escorted out of the building with them. Ymir urged Historia back to the altar where the priest remained. Their friends moved into the front rows as the wedding recommenced. The priest sighed and started from the vows, "Do you…" he stopped realizing the name of the true groom was unknown to him. "Ymir" krista finished. "Take Historia to be your lawfully wedded wife?" The priest continued. "Yes, of course." Ymir replied, holding Historia's hands. "And do you, Historia, take…Ymir to be your lawfully wedded…wife?" He said in confusion fully realizing the current situation. "Yes." Historia replied, a smile covering her face, tears falling down her cheeks. "I now pronounce you..married, you may now kiss." The priest finished, altering his speach to fit the current situation.
Ymir took Historia in her arms and kissed her with more passion than anyone ever could. All their friends, Sasha, Levi, Jean, Erwin, everyone, stood up in applause to congradulate the newly weds. "Don't disappear again, okay?" Historia told her. "Of course not." Ymir replied, kissing the top of her head.