Brandon/Stella - forehead/cheek kisses)
He doesn't think he's ever seen her look so beautiful.
The dress is long and elegant, comprised of a golden fabric that glistens as though embedded with thousands of diamonds. The thin straps coupled with the deep neckline and high slits in the skirt might be a provocative combination for any other royal, but not for a Solarian princess for whom it is entirely on trend.
She's spent hours sitting patiently while being daubed with paint of shining gold and silver, artistic hands carefully constructing images of sun, and moons, and other celestial symbols. The inclusion of the moon and stars had raised some eyebrows he knew, deemed by some to be inappropriate for the Princess who was about to become the Queen of the sun realm. But she had insisted on them, having never been one to deny the heritage passed down to her from her mother. The paint covers almost every inch of visible skin, decorating her toes and the backs of her hands, and only stopping at the base of her throat.
Kernels of glitter cling to her eyelashes, causing a dazzling display every time she blinks, and her shimmering lips turn up in a smile at something one of her makeup artists says. The front of her waist-length blonde hair has been braided back from her face, leaving the rest to fall in immaculate curls down her back. The style is surprisingly simple compared to the rest of her outfit, but the real statement is the tiara already nestled amongst the braids, although this, he knows, will be nothing compared to the crown it is soon to be replaced with.
Her eyes, outlined in black and gold, find his across the room, as the last of the people fussing over her set down their various brushes and pots of makeup and step away.
She's ready.
He takes her proffered hand when he reaches her and helps her to her feet, the layers of the dress shifting around her.
"Do I look okay?"
It's likely that he's the only one in the room, perhaps the only one in the entire dimension who hears the waver in her voice, the slightest tremble that betrays her nerves. He leans in, and ever so gentle, lest he ruin her makeup and bear the unfortunate consequences, brushes his lips across her forehead.
"You look," he says, drawing back and sweeping his eyes over her once more. "Like a queen."
He knows the people blatantly eavesdropping are likely cooing and turning to each other with smitten expression, but he only has eyes for her, and the relief that fills her face.
"Okay," she says, hand tightening on his. "I'm ready."
Yo yo yo,
I am just smashing them out today. This one is for guest reviewer, Erica. Honestly it's mostly just fashion porn and Brandon waxing poetic about how beautiful Stella is but I enjoyed writing it, so I hope you enjoyed reading it. Once again reminding you that I will be taking no more requests from this prompt list but do check out my tumblr ( gins-potter) in early December for new christmas/holiday themed prompts. I still have a bunch of requests that I already received to fill so this won't be the last chapter.
Until next time x