Authors Note- I recently fell in love with this ship buttttttt- there is virtually no content at all. It seems as if I just constantly prefer ships that are almost nonexistent, or so rare that you can't find them. But anyways, this is a Max x Sasha, so enjoy.
Prologue :
"Well, fuck." Max thought, "I'm getting fucking married to a snotty-ass princess to "preserve the peace" between the countries. It's not my fucking fault that Dad and the ruler of Florania got into a fight, and now, to top it all off, I have to pay the price. I mean, why the fuck would you threaten war?!" A clearing of the throat startled Max, and he shook his thoughts away to face Neil Harris, Duke of Nebaina, aka, the nerd that he grew up with, making him his best friend.
"Dude, you look dazed, what the fuck were you thinking about?" Neil asked in a hush. "You do know that the paparazzi are outside and that your parents told you that you had to at least look happy because, oh I don't know, you're getting fucking married in like five minutes!"
"Look, Neil, I honestly don't give a fuck, I just want to get this over with so that I can go home and sleep," Max replied, in just a just as equally quiet tone as Neil.
Just as Neil was going to reply in a smart-aleck way, the priest came towards the two young men and advised them to get into place as the bridal party was about to enter.
Max sighed and took his place in front of the altar. He slowly put into place a small, soft, and fake smile that he had practiced over the years. He wasn't looking forward to getting hitched. After all, he barely knew the gal, she was a complete stranger. But, for the sake of his country, he would do it.
The slow tone of the wedding march began, and people slowly began to file through the path that was created by rose petals. He recognized the bridesmaids as his betrothed's best friends, and he acknowledged them with a nod as they walked to the side of the bride. Everyone's heads turned, however, as the bride walked in.
Her ivory dress dragged behind her as she walked down the aisle, a long veil covering her face. She carried a bouquet of pale pink dahlias in one hand, while the other was sitting daintily on the crook of King Kevin's arm. King Kevin seemed to hesitate in letting his daughter go as they reached the altar, but nonetheless, he let her go with a kiss to the forehead.
The bride stepped forward, and Max held his hand out to her to help her step onto the slightly raised platform. She took his hand delicately, and Max felt the warmth of her hand in his slightly colder ones.
They stood together, holding hands for a show of affection to let on the fact that they were in love. Which they weren't. They turned to the side with his right hand still holding her left, and Max let go of her hand. He lifted her veil to reveal strawberry blond hair and a soft smile. It was Sasha Mckinnon, soon to be Sasha Greene.
Her smile didn't exactly reach her eyes, just like his, but somehow, they managed to look like they actually wanted to be there, and so, the ceremony began.