Author's Note: And now for the one thing that Bradley chose for himself. God, I love this pairing so much. They're so adorable together and easily one of my favorite pairings! XD


A King and His Queen

She was not the romantic type, and she never claimed to be. She had been quite happy working at the bookshop, but right at this moment, she'd have thought she'd landed herself in some kind of fairy tale. Here she was, standing before the minister next to the man she loved in a simple white dress that could have easily passed off as a summer dress. And King... gosh, he was so dashing in his dress military uniform. He wasn't wearing the jacket, but the pants were the black ones and his white long-sleeved shirt was buttoned up all the way to the top of the collar. To think that it had only been two years ago since they had met and she had first slapped him. She had been so furious with him then, but now, she looked upon it as nothing more than a sweet memory. Same with the second time she slapped him. She had learned that day just how socially clueless and awkward he was. She was also of the opinion that it was the first time he had ever tried to smile in his life (it was very obvious, it looked quite painful). Once she had reached this conclusion, she had instantly forgiven his would-have-been-insults-if-they-were-intentional, took him by the hand, and taught him how to be a gentleman.

She had been impressed with how quickly he had absorbed the lessons she had given him. He was an avid student and so desperate to please her, that she found his behavior absolutely adorable, like a puppy eager for its parent's praise. After she had taught him basic manners, they moved on to formal etiquette and he was even more attentive than she had thought possible whenever she described proper interactions between a man and a woman. It wasn't until afterwards when King asked to court her that she realized that he had been smitten with her since she had smiled at him for the first time (after she had slapped him the second time) and that he had been trying to figure out how to ask her out properly ever since. She had been both flattered and embarrassed. Nobody had ever asked to court her before and he had been so forward and sincere with her too. It was almost like he was treating this as he would a battle, with that same stubborn, unyielding look in his eyes. He was persistent and adorable. Her heart melted and she let him court her and their first date was absolutely fantastic! King made such a genuine effort to impress her and boy, did he exceed her expectations. She had taught him well.

Since their first date and his mastery of formal etiquette, they learned more together and about each other. For instance, King could tell her that he had promoted one of his subordinates to a First Lieutenant, and she would understand what that meant, and now King could grow his own melons (a food that she had chanced discovering that he thoroughly enjoyed the taste of). Over the years, they had both discovered that the other possessed a fiery temper to rival theirs, but she always won their arguments before they even really started, so there was almost no confrontation (which was why it took her so long to discover that he had such a temper). It was at times like those that she wondered if King had an older sister who had taught him that it was futile to argue with a woman.

Then had come the time when he had been sent off to lead troops at the war front with Creta, the first war since she had met him, and she had missed him terribly during his absence, fearing that he wouldn't come back even though he could work wonders with a sword, she knew, for she had seen his swordsmanship firsthand in combat training with other soldiers and knew him to be magnificent. After what had felt like an eternity, the war had ended and she had been so overwhelmed with joy that she burst into tears as soon as she saw him on the train platform and ran to greet him, not unlike other young couples, but it didn't matter. King was home safe and in-tact; that was all she cared about. She was so happy that she had barely even heard him tell her that he had been promoted all the way up to Lieutenant General during his tenure there and that he had been summoned to a meeting with all the senior military staff.

The meeting itself hadn't been all that long, but it felt like it, and when King left the room, he had an oddly smug look on his face. When she had asked him about it, he'd only kissed her and told her not to worry about it, before leading the way home. She didn't understand his unusual secretiveness until he had dragged her out to the garden, plucked the ripest melon, and held it in his hands as he told her that he had been chosen as the next Fuhrer for his exceptional leadership, courage, ingenuity, and initiative on the battlefield, and then he got down on his knees and presented the melon to her, asking if she would become his wife. Some women might have been disappointed by being presented a melon as a gift, but not her. She knew her King too well. To be offered a melon, his favorite food in the entire world, was the highest honor and the most meaningful proposal he could have made, and she had expected no less of him. It would have been quite out of character, otherwise. She couldn't get the melon out of his hands fast enough and then she slapped him again (the third time in his life), but this time, scolding him for taking so long to propose, and he smiled. She had thought she knew King, but she never suspected that he would be the type that would want to elope. It was a surprise, but a good one, and she agreed, and that was how she ended up here.

A strong hand found hers and squeezed it gently, the owner leaning towards her and whispering under his breath, "Everything alright? You went out of it for a little while."

She could only nod and squeeze King's hand back in reassurance. Of course everything was alright. Her foolish man had only been holding out so long because he had felt unworthy of her and only wanted her to have the best (he had told her this on the train ride here and she had nearly slapped him yet again). But she would wait no longer. Before the day was done, she would be Mrs. King Bradley and Fuhrer or not, he was still the same man she'd fallen for. That would never change. Not ever.


SQUEE! ! ! I LOVE THIS PAIRING and this is my first time writing it too! ! ! ! :D WRATHxMRS. BRADLEY IS LOVE! ! ! ! XD I can't help my hyperness, sorry! I originally had a hard time figuring out how I wanted to write this chapter, but once I decided for it to be their wedding day, the rest kinda fell into place, and I got to write more for the pairing than I had initially intended! XD