A little more pride month content. I wanted to do something different so I went for a poem this time.
She had not waited her whole life for just this moment, it had not been of a thing of which she'd dreamt since she was young. To it, her mind did not bend, whilst other children did plan and hope and other nobles their matches did eagerly predict. Not for her such precious things, such genteel thoughts. Her's was the path of harsher things, the ways of death and the blade.
And yet now here she stood, before the deities of ages past, who had watched this Empire rise. The hour for her having come at last. In her grasp were all the things she had not dared to dream. Katarina Du Couteau, to the great shock of those who were her peers, at long last today, would finally be wed.
And she who stood by her side, hand in hand, ready her love to pledge? One that could not have been foreseen. A surprise unto even herself, the touching of their hearts. A fair Demacian, a noble, to her country once sworn. Even so, a mage, and so from her home had she fled, and to the arms of one who would not her nature judge.
Between the two, slow but sure had built a tender warmth. That warmth which would ever so inevitably become love's burning flame. A light that shown for both their hearts to guide them on their way. Some would doubt, some would protest, but Katarina paid them no heed. For all that mattered was here with her now, the spark that lit dark.
With firm resolve had she declared, she'd have her or be gone from the Empire's lands. With stubborn determination, and promises to smooth the way, an Empire bent, a marriage was set, and a new Noxian made.
When hands are joined, the hour is at hand, the words begin, and both are still. Breath held, mind racing, will this dream come to an end? With tremulous anticipation, her lips do lay claim, to that kiss of her beloved, the sweetest ever known. Now joined are they, the priest pronounces, forever and a day. A cheer resounds, a shout for joy at the promise of days to come. But all is fading from her mind in that gaze of blue so deep.
Her's alone and no one else's. A love she should have never known. But fate did deign to bless them both, and two hearts to entrance. She pulls her close, another kiss, let the guests continue to cheer. And leaning in, where none could hear, she did whisper of her love. "No greater happiness can I know, than this moment here and now."
If all the world be set against them, still never could she stray. Her whole world was now that love so pure and free. Not family nor glory nor Empire could bring such joy as she. Naught would be found to be equal in all the world to the heart of her Luxana.