Robin readjusted his coat for the…well, he did not know how many times he had done it. He was not usually a stickler for appearance, but this was a special circumstance. It had only been two months since they started courting, but due to their circumstances, he and Lucina were slated to get married…that day.
So, therefore, he thought his nerves were well justified. After today, they would be bound to one another. Honestly, the idea of being husband and wife may have made him more nervous than the idea of being royalty. Then of course there were his…royal obligations that nearly made him pass out just thinking about.
At least their friends had been incredibly supportive of their engagement. He was afraid they would not see things their way, but those concerns proved to be mostly unfounded as they showered the couple with congratulations.
With the support of their friends, Robin and Lucina soon announced their engagement much to the people's excitement that the hero that had slain Grima would be marrying the young Exalt as if it were a fairy tale. In the face of such support, any nobles who may have been against it had little choice but to accept it.
He supposed those fairy tales had done him some good after all. He would be sure to share such stories with his children one day. Children. Royal children. He was unsure of exactly how that would complicate matters, but he would do his best to help raise responsible leaders and, more importantly, good people. Like their mother.
A knock on his door signaled that it was time for him to get moving. Good, it would allow him a change of scenery as he stressed out.
Lucina sat very still as various stylists busily worked on her. She thought they looked like artists working on a masterpiece and she was very careful not to disturb their work even if she felt a bit uncomfortable playing the part of their canvas.
She had imagined getting ready for such an occasion before, however, those fantasies often involved her mother helping her to get ready. While that was no longer possible, she hoped that she would do her mother proud even if she could never be half as beautiful as her mother in her own opinion.
Though, as she watched the women's masterpiece take shape, she was surprised at what she saw looking back through the mirror. She never thought she could look so good. She had resigned herself long ago to the idea that she was not exactly attractive, but she had to hand it to these stylists, they were making her rethink that view.
After a long while of restrained breathing to keep her movement to a minimum, she was finally released. She then looked at the finished masterpiece. It was nothing overly fancy, but she had requested their best for Robin and they had seemingly delivered. Lucina was far from a vain woman, but she looked good. So good it almost shocked her. It may have too had she not seen it taking place.
With her looking the part, it was finally time to go. It was time that at least one of her dreams came true. She deserved as much after all.
Robin had gone from stressing out in his room to stressing out at the altar. Not that most could tell. On the outside he remained cool and collected, but on the inside he was a wreck of nerves. He felt like riding against a legion would have been less stressful.
He breathed. He needed to calm down. After this, he still had his coronation as prince consort to go through soon. So many ceremonies. He did not care for all the attention, but it was a necessity.
When the music started, Robin snapped himself to attention. Perhaps he was a little too ridged, but fortunately for him, most eyes soon found their way to the exalt and bride to be. Robin was no exception either. He knew he should be paying attention, but the moment he caught sight of her, he could hardly pay attention to anything else. That was with the veil down too.
She was being guided toward him by Frederick who was now the closest thing she had to a father. Still, when he removed the veil, Robin's heart almost stopped. He truly was smitten.
He knew he should be paying attention to the ceremony, but he had a hard time pulling his attention away from his bride. To be fair, she was in a similar situation as well. In fact, Robin had to be nudged when it was time for the vows.
For the sake of formality, they went with formal pre-prepared vows, but that did not matter to them as she became his and he became hers. Robin realized though, that they had kind of already been. He would have done anything to make and keep her happy, and she had long held his happiness above her own. Now, it would be official. As they finished their vows, they held no more doubt. He loved her. She loved him. That would never change.
A/N: It's back! See, I didn't abandon it. Now, I do want to ask my traditional readers what they think of me doing the Smash story(s). It would mean a lack of my normal stuff. Of course, this needs to be finished first regardless.