Bloom/Sky - One character adjusting the other's jewelry/neck tie/ etc.
The dress is big, the train long, and the colour a deep red; it's a shade Bloom wouldn't usually wear but this time has been carefully chosen to be not only a nod to her new home but also to her birth planet. The gold accents on the dress shine in a way that wouldn't be possible without magic and perfectly compliment the delicate tiara that's nestled in her twisted back hair.
In short she looks like the perfect Princess, so why does she feel like she's going to vomit?
"Stop worrying."
Sky's voice is smooth and unworried, a hint of a smile in it, and despite herself, despite it all, Bloom finds herself smiling in return. There are maids and ladies-in-waiting still bustling around her, tucking in stray wisps of hair, making sure her skirts are falling just right, but it all melts away when she locks eyes with her husband.
"Easy for you to say," she says through gritted teeth as someone behind her tightens her dress another fraction. "You've already got your crown."
Her coronation won't be nearly as grand as his of course; people all over the dimension had tuned in to see Eraklyon greet their new king, but that didn't mean crowning their queen would be any simple affair either. Years as Princess of Sparx had gotten Bloom used to the ballgowns and the heels, the tiaras and the jewels, but sometimes she still felt like a girl from Earth playing dress up.
"Well, how do I look?" Bloom spreads her arms as Sky makes his way towards her, eyes sweeping her up and down.
"Gorgeous," he says immediately. "Stunning. Beautiful. Almost perfect."
"Almost?" Bloom repeats, quirking an eyebrow.
Sky grins and steps around her, neatly dodging the train draped on the ground. "Just one more thing," he promises.
A nervous lady-in-waiting bustles into view. "With all due respect, Your Majesty, we've been planning her Highness's Royal Coronation outfit for months, all alterations were approved weeks ago."
"A little spontaneity never hurt anyone, Camilla," Sky says lightly, and the maid blushes at the knowledge that the King of Eraklyon knows her name. "Besides, I can assure you the King won't mind."
Camilla blusters for another moment before curtsying in defeat and hurrying off, leaving Sky to produce a necklace from his pocket with a flourish and settle it around Bloom's neck.
"What-?" Bloom asks, reaching up a hand to touch the necklace. The pendant is a flawless blood ruby chiseled into the shape of a heart and twined with veins of gold. It's one of the oldest pieces in her collection, and Bloom still remembers the day Sky gifted her the Eraklyon heirloom. And she still remembers the years that followed where she rarely deigned to remove the necklace, whether she was wearing flowing Princess gowns, or her more comfortable t-shirt and jeans.
The weight of it against her collarbone is a familiar comfort and all too soon she can feel the tension leaving her body, as Sky reappears before her. She sighs and reaches up to twine her arms around his neck.
"How did I get so lucky to marry you?"