Of Thunder and Lightning, The tale of Oberon and Titania Part two
This was the wedding day
Disclaimer: Yes, I know it's Shakespeare.
And this is in Oberon's P.O.V
I have pledged love. Happiness cannot describe my words. As I sat beside her, by her favorite swimming and bathing lake, I gently wrapped her in a loose embrace, as I thought this over and over, but upon hearing her sigh, I raised an eyebrow.
"Titania…you are nervous?" I asked softly, my somewhat cold grey gaze filled only with love as they swept over her unruly raven hair, strewn with leaves, and her beautiful form, glad in a gauzy (But not sheer mind you) gown.
"No, I am not my love." She murmured softly as she stared into the water blankly, not a ripple marring her beautiful reflection. I knew she was lying, but Titania never lets me into her weak emotions, like nervousness, because she knows I do not show mine…unless of course, it will make her feel better.
"I am nervous as well." I replied sheepishly, but with a light smirk on my face, as I stood up, drawing her to her feet as well. "But…think not of nerves my queen; think of how happy our groups of faeries will be when they are joined as powerful allies, and as friends." I added, as I walked with her through the forest.
My future wife was a noble fairy, yes, and I was a noble fairy, both of us heirs to faerie territory. When I proposed to her, it wasn't just love that was emitted, but also a powerful friendship between forces, though if the friendship had not happened… I would have married her anyway.
Titania and I soon reached a slightly darker part of the forest, the part that mortals often lost themselves in, and naturally in walked a mortal woman who seemed pregnant.
"My lady Titania!" The women cried an Indian mortal that my love knew.
"Oh gods no..." I heard Titania murmur as she went to help the woman…but after an hour or so of struggling, the woman was dead, and a beautiful, slightly slimy baby lay in my queen's arms, she was weeping over the dead companion.
"Dearest…" I murmured, wrapping my arms around her shoulders, but all she could think of was the babe.
"I shall name him…Rasmus." She said softly, as her faeries blew faerie dust on the woman's body, and immediately, it turned into a cloud of lily white butterflies. The boy however, stayed with my love.
After that incident, a mortal month or two after, Titania and I were to be wed. The babe was being cared for by her head faerie, and the other nymphs of hers were helping her dress. I had my faithful sprite, puck, help me with my attire. I was confident, and eager to wed my bride, and as he assisted me into breeches of flowing silver moonlight, a heavier silver velvet cape, fastened with a silver leaf. A crown of moonbeams was set atop my head, and I carried a crown of flowers to place atop her head. Finally, 'twas time for our Nuptial bliss to be celebrated. I stood before my throne, encircled by the faeries we would rule over…my impatience to see her was growing with every second, but before I snapped, and eloped, her train of nymphs filtered before me and bowed, then curtsied to her.
And she…was…beautiful. Her thick nigh raven hair was pulled into a bun, as it was customary for wedded women, and queens to wear their hair in, with leaves behind each of her ears. Her attire was perfect, cape was of moss green velvet, to match her eyes, dress was of a gold-green, taffeta and sheer gauzy silk hugged her body and yet, flowed around it. A crown of sunlight sat atop her head, and a wreath of leaves was in her hand. As we listened and recited our vows, I set the flowered crown atop her head, and she set the leafed wreath atop my head. It did not take too long, but soon, our hands were on one another's hands, and we walked out of the circle as man and wife.
"My Oberon…" She said softly, sleepily, as soon as we were out of earshot, and nearing our resting place. She was clearly tired, and needed to sleep. Her beauty, and almost child-like sleepiness, made me smile tenderly at her.
"Shhh darling, no words now." I said, taking her into my arms, and gliding with her to our bed. The bed was simple, pillows, cloth, drink and little food, but it was shielded by a large willow tree, whose vines curtained the bed from all sides. Slowly, I placed her into the bed, and pulled a cover over her, first of course removing our crowns and our capes, but not clothing, since neither of us felt any obligation to consummate. I then placed myself into the bed, and brushed a kiss across her lips, causing her to momentarily peer at me with her kind eyes, a shy smile on her face.
"Sleep well sweet goddess." I whispered, as I closed my eyes.
And so, I slept beside her, our arms in a tender embrace.