1/26/21 - Phew, almost done, this is the second to last one shot and probably the most interesting one for a lot of you. Let me know how you are liking this collection so far or which chapter you liked the most. I admit, I'm partial towards the second one, with the flower prompt, but this one here isn't too shabby either. Without further ado, please enjoy...
Kiane Week Day Six: Promise
A certain, special day for King and Diane has arrived.
Together, Always
Everywhere the eye turned, a colorful bouquet of flowers decorated the forest. Trees seemed to bow under the load of thousands of roses, dandelions, and daisies. Daisies in particular, in garlands, stacked in bunches, or blooming between the grass blades. An uninformed guest might believe chance had let the flowers sprout from the earth for this special day, but Diane knew better. Creating flowers from thin air was an easy feat for the Fairy King.
With a little more time on her hands, she would have wandered through the flower garden for an hour or two, but for now, she had to make do with the view from high up on the Great Tree, the heart of the Fairy King's Forest.
Diane stepped away from the window carved into the bark, brushed the hem of her dress back into place, and reminded herself that today had finally come. The realization didn't want to settle in. Every other moment, she looked over her shoulder in expectation to find the Demon King or Cath Palug there. But the dream refused to dissolve. No one played tricks on her eyes or mind. The white silk and velvet hugged her fingertips, entirely real.
Today had finally come.
"How do I look?" Diane asked and turned on her heels. The elegant slippers left the faintest discomfort on her toes. Unsurprising after a life of worn-out boots.
Matrona placed her hands on Diane's shoulders and fixated her gaze. "Wonderful. I'm so proud of you. And I'm sure your parents would be too if they were here. Are you excited?"
"Are you kidding? I can't feel my knees anymore. I've waited for this day for a solid two centuries."
Matrona laughed. "I can't say I know how you feel, but you've looked more composed when fighting a horde of Demons. Relax. You've earned this."
"I'm not sure this a good idea." Diane's eyes darted back towards the window. The sun neared its midday peak. So soon… "Scratch that, it's a terrible idea. How many guests have we invited? It must be the entirety of Britannia at this point, and each and every single one of them will stare at me. We should have held the ceremony in private, just like Ban and Elaine plan to do. Why did I agree to this? Why didn't you stop me?"
"Diane, look at me." Diane released an uneven breath and then looked at her former mentor and the closest person she had to a parent. "The only reason these people will stare at you is because you look wonderful in this dress. You want to unite the Giant and Fairy Clan, don't you?" Diane nodded. "Then give our people a symbol to hold onto and remind them that a bond between two different clans works. That it really works."
"But won't our people be appalled when I'm so small? Most of them have never seen me shrink to human size, not to mention the fact that none of them know what a marriage even is."
"There's nothing to worry about. We went over this a thousand times. Our people respect you for what you have achieved, not for your size. And should anyone do so much as cough at you the wrong way, well, I haven't forgotten how to throw a solid right-hander, human size or not."
"Thank you, Matrona. I wouldn't know what to do without you."
"Stop talking nonsense, you would lead these blockheads just as well without me. This wedding tradition humans have might be a little strange and overblown if you ask me. But after a war, a little excess of splendor and happiness is just what all of us need. Ready?"
Diane swallowed. Sweat ran down her neck, and she tucked a loose strand back behind her ear.
"No," she said. But she straightened her back despite the lump in her throat and gave Matrona her arm. The firm grip offered her something to focus on other than her racing heartbeat.
Half-leaned against Matrona, Diane managed the first steps on the moss-covered ground. If only she hadn't agreed to hold the ceremony on top of the Great Tree. The mighty boughs formed a clearing large enough to hold five hundred people, sure, but the familiar music of the earth seemed awfully far away. What if Diane stumbled? What if she fell from the tree and broke her neck?
No time to think about all the horror scenarios that were throwing images around in her head, there the curtain of magenta-colored leaves waited for her. Matrona pushed the vines aside, and the glimmer of daylight replaced the dimness from inside the tree.
Rows upon rows of people had gathered between the massive boughs, a crowd of Giant heads and shimmering Fairy wings in green, yellow, and milk-colored shades. Course leather and finest silk hugged as members of the Giant and Fairy Clan stood or hovered next to each other, and in some cases on the shoulders of the other. Amidst the colorful parade, the handful of humans near the front almost disappeared. Unlike with their traditional weddings, no one had set up chairs or benches. And apart from an aisle aligned with daisies, the top of the Great Tree could not have fit another person. The tree's magenta-colored leaves created a ceiling, grander than any human hall, and bathed the porcelain faces of Fairies in pink hues. Six hundred pairs of eyes stared at Diane.
But all the people blurred and vanished the moment she caught sight of King. He floated in front of an archway of ivy and dog roses, dressed in the white suit he had sown and re-sown to perfection over the past week. With the four ornate Fairy wings and the tidy locks in the color of fall leaves, he looked too good to be true. The biggest smile adorned his face when he and Diane locked eyes.
Only Matrona's grip around her hand prevented Diane from storming forward and throwing her arms around him. The Great Tree's scent of ever-lasting spring tingled her nostrils, enough to make her tipsy. A good thing she had declined the bottle of ale Meliodas had offered her this morning. To calm the nerves, he had said. Ha! Such methods might work for Ban, but Diane was already losing faith in her feet without the added punch of alcohol.
She straightened and listened to the heartbeat of the earth, several hundred yards below. Beat, pause, beat. She had practiced this part of the ceremony with Elizabeth countless times. Just one foot in front of the other. Sixty paces, and then she could hold his hand and never let go again.
The quivering in Diane's legs ebbed as she walked down the aisle and decreased the distance between her and King. And although her toes throbbed in her slippers, she managed the way without a stumble. Meliodas and Ban grinned at her from King's right side. Both looked surprisingly regal in their matching capes; indigo for Liones and crimson for Benwick. Ban had even found a shirt to cover his chest, a rare sight on the best of days. On the other side of the altar, Elizabeth and Elaine had taken position as Diane's bridesmaids.
And then, finally, Diane reached King's side. Matrona offered him Diane's arm and sat down in the first row between Gerheade and Zalpa.
King squeezed Diane's hand. "You are beautiful."
His gentle fingers felt so natural when intertwined with hers. As if they always belonged there. "You're one to talk."
They both turned towards Gowther, who regarded their hushed exchange with a smile. King and Diane had appointed him as their wedding guide – or priest as humans called them – the instance Elizabeth had discussed this role with them. No one fit this task better. With a nod, King and Diane signaled Gowther to begin.
"We have gathered here for both an historical event and a deeply personal affair," he began. Since he had memorized around three dozen texts regarding human marriages in the past week, he didn't need a book to regurgitate passages from. "Never before in the history of Britannia have the Giant and Fairy Clan forged a bond of the kind these two people in front of you have knitted. Mistrust has always stood between the five clans, as historians tell us. Mistrust will always stand between different clans, they argue. Let us prove these stories wrong. Today, we celebrate the union of the Giant and Fairy Clan, a sense of respect and comradery forged in the fires of the Holy War. Today, we celebrate the union of their leaders, who have ensured the survival of their people through the battles they fought as members of the Seven Deadly Sins. Today, we celebrate the union of two people who have overcome all odds and whose love endured centuries of separation and hardship. Many of us have watched them a portion of their way towards each other. And now they have asked us to be their witnesses as they dare to make the most important step. The promises they exchange today will forever resonate within all our hearts. Diane, Queen of the Giants, will you begin?"
Diane collected her missing confidence in Gowther's encouraging look. And when she turned towards King, her King, her one and only love, the words tumbled out of her mouth all on their own.
"Even when I had nothing, I had you," she said. "You were my friend in times of isolation, my light in the dark, my teacher and protector. It's only through you that I became the person I am today. You're the sole reason I'm still here. Back when we were kids, I never told you how I felt, but I want you to know this: King, I love you. I love you so much that I feel like half of me is missing every time you aren't near. Whatever happens, I promise to always stay by your side and support you in any way I can. No gods or armies or loss of memory will stop me. From this day on, I'm yours. The same as I have been for all these years. Will you be mine?"
Tears shimmered in King's eyes when he nodded. "I promise."
"Then," Gowther said, "Harlequin, King of the Fairies, what do you offer in return?"
"Everything I have and everything I am. Diane, I've always loved you, and to have met you all these years ago is the most wonderful gift of my life. You gave me shelter when I had nowhere to turn, you showed me a warmth and a kindness I had never seen before. It's only thanks to you that I learned to forgive and not judge others by their looks or their past allegiances. Nothing can ever compensate the happiness bursting my heart every time I'm near you. I've made mistakes, I've let you down, and I have taken your memories from you. But if you will give me another chance, I promise you will always have a home to return to and a shoulder to lean on and a hand to hold yours. No matter what the future brings, I'm yours. From now until my final breath and long after that. Will you be mine?"
Diane's heart raced in her ribcage, and through their interlaced fingers, she felt King's heartbeat in sync with her own. "I promise."
While they battled their tears and the desire to fling their arms around one another, Gowther continued. He needed to adjust his glasses twice before the calm returned to his voice, and even then, joy swung with each of his words. "As symbol of your union and your undying bond, you will now exchange the crowns of your clans. From this day forward, you will lead your people as one and begin an era of peace and understanding."
On cue, Ban and Elizabeth stepped forward, each with a velvet cushion in hand. With shaky fingers, Diane took the circlet of unrefined copper from Elizabeth. A multitude of jewels adorned the crown, rubies, garnets, and other stones found deep within the earth. Elizabeth placed a supportive hand on Diane's shoulder before she returned to Elaine.
Ban likewise handed King a flower crown with a hundred blooms in all colors of the rainbow. And although Ban saved himself a snarky comment, the nudge of his elbow hit the mark. Freed from his stupor, King placed the flower crown upon Diane's head. Then Diane tiptoed to return the favor.
One of her slippers escaped her foot, but she barely noticed.
"You may now—"
The rest of Gowther's word remained unheard because Diane threw her arms around King's neck, and he bowed forward to seal her lips with a kiss. Their first kiss as a married couple, the taste of raspberries and gold Osmanthus and an unparalleled joy.
Cheers erupted from the crowd, applause from the hands of human, Giant, Fairy, Demon, and Goddess. A shower of magenta-colored leaves rained down on them. Their wedding bells took on the form of the wind and the beat of the earth, a most marvelous chime Diane only heard once in her life while she held King, and he held her.
She stroked his hair while deepening the kiss.
Today had finally come.
