Everywhere she looked, Luna saw blue; blue curtains, blue flowers, blue tablecloths.
Anything and everything was blue.
But not just any blue of course — royal blue. For what other blue could scream a life of lavish luxury than the only blue in existence that required a lot of money and a lot of time to produce just the right shade?
Even without the expensive shade of blue, the glamour and accompanying wealth of the room could not be missed with its gold trimmings and coved ceilings.
However,no matter how much Luna gazed at all of it, she couldn't shake the undeniable feeling that it just wasn't for her. She didn't fit into any of the lavish luxury, the bold colours, the extravagance demanded of the room.
She stared down at the pressed white invitation she had been clutching ever since she had been presented it that morning.
You are cordially invited to
the most royal wedding
of Her Royal Highness Ginevra Weasley
and Luna Lovegood.
Luna hadn't seen this coming. She knew others saw her as naive, innocent, a dullard. But she'd never thought that they would try and get rid of her. All she had been told was that she was visiting with the dignitaries, nothing more than what they usually asked of her. They had sent her on random trips before just to have her out of the way. However, she never imagined that they would decide she was better off gone.
But this was now the position she was in. In three more hours, she was due to be married to a princess she had only heard rumors of and left alone in a foreign country to ensure the treaty remained in place between them. She'd already tried to argue that there were better methods to secure a treaty, but they just called her an ignorant child and told her to leave it to the adults.
She wanted to cry, to scream or to shout. But she couldn't. She was to be trapped in a political marriage that she had no say in. She had to be strong.
Time passed as she continued to breathe through her emotions and try to comprehend what would happen.
No sooner than ten minutes later, her room was a hive of activity as all manner of people burst in. Hair stylists walked in, followed by beauticians and tailors. All of them fluttered around her, overwhelming her. She had no say in how she was finally presented.
A royal-blue princess gown was the focus of her entire outfit, bejeweled with gold trimmings. It was absolutely beautiful. Luna looked gorgeous. She hated it. It wasn't her.
But that didn't matter to them; it looked beautiful, they arranged for her hair to fall perfectly in a way that shined, her pale face was made up with yet more blue-and-gold make-up to complete the look.
She had one moment to gaze at herself before she was rushed away to the cathedral where the wedding would take place.
The cathedral was grand and decked to the nines with flowers and blue banners streaming from the door frames, an obvious homage to the Royal Family. It was a perfect example of architecture, and Luna would have loved to gaze at it for hours if she were allowed. She only managed a brief glance before she was pushed through the doors and into the aisle.
She had to walk down it alone. Her father—he was thousands of miles away at home—probably had no idea this was even happening.
She made it to the end, her head still held high even, if the faces around her were a blur, through the unshed tears in her eyes.
She finally blinked away the tears.
If she were to be wed, she would at least look the princess in the face.
Luna blinked. Then blinked once more.
"Molly, what are you doing here? You could get in serious trouble for pretending to be a princess!" she hissed.
What was Molly doing here? Molly was her only friend in the capital and she was going to be exiled forever if anyone found out.
"Luna, it's me. I'm the princess. I'm sorry I couldn't tell you before-hand, but I need you to believe me. After this big show to make your dignitaries happy, I promise you I will explain all of this."
Luna didn't know what to do; she didn't want to get Molly in trouble, but she couldn't pretend that this was all a farce. Her indecision must have shown on her face as Molly spoke once more, "I promise you I am Ginevra Molly Weasley. I'll explain it all properly after—just trust me."
Luna took a deep breath in and exhaled slowly before nodding.
Somehow, Molly, her only friend here who she had met years ago as a young girl and played hopscotch with, was now a princess. The Molly she knew was a rough and tumble girl who played with her in the streets every time Luna had visited with her father on a business trip. The Molly she knew had taken her home to meet her parents and what felt like hundreds of siblings. The Molly she knew was not a princess. But she knew Molly was her friend, and she trusted her.
She gazed around at the people near the altar. She could see Arthur, Molly's Dad, at the side wearing a dark suit with a blue rose in his pocket; it appeared to match her dress. She smiled at him, the man who had always welcomed any of her strange questions. And beside him was Molly, Molly's Mum, dressed to the nines in her finest wear, a blue hat perched upon her head to tie the look together. When the older woman saw Luna looking, she smiled.
Luna would wait for the explanations to follow, but all she really knew, right now, was that getting married to Molly, her best friend, certainly wouldn't be a bad thing.
THC/The Houses Competition.
Round 8 - Drabble
House - Gryffindor
Class - HoH
Prompt(s) chosen -
[Colour] Royal Blue
1000 words (wordcounter .net)
Royal Wedding!AU