Well, here it is, readers! The wedding, plus some. I hope you enjoy it, because I finally got my muse back and wrote it in three hours!
Wedding
It seemed perfectly reasonable that Danny kept a distance from Pariah Dark in order to sort out his emotions regarding the Ghost King. To him, anyway. After having the revelation that he was actually falling in love, he was so freaked out he refused to come out of his rooms for days.
Naturally, this completely confused Pariah Dark, who was under the impression that Danny had a marvelous time in the Old Lands, and was that much more comfortable with his presence. Danny had even let him kiss him, something Pariah Dark regarded as a miracle; and now, the boy was avoiding him.
Danny's 18th birthday, the day they would marry, was quickly approaching, and Pariah Dark didnt know what to do to make Danny come out of isolation. Once more, the only intermediary he had was Dora and Wulf, and occasionally Fright, when the page managed to drag Danny out of his rooms for sword training.
Once more, Pariah Dark's first instinct was to demand socialization from his young fiance, but he was doing so well by practicing patience and understanding, and didnt want to ruin that. He contemplated taking Danny back to the Old Lands for another visit, but had a feeling it was HIM that Danny was so edgy about.
No, no, this wouldnt do, not at all. It was mere days before the wedding, and Pariah Dark wanted Danny to be happy about it, not dreading it. But what to do?
He didnt know.
...But Dora and Fright did.
The day before the wedding was chaos. Not the 'uprising from the ghosts and being put back in the Sarcophagus' type of chaos, but the type of chaos that reminded Pariah Dark of why he preferred the company of men.
Every female in the castle was bustling about, shouting orders to the able-bodied men about where things went, how things should look, and how many of what should go where. It was extra-chaotic because since Danny was so anti-social lately, the invitations had gone out late and the delivery staff was working double-time to get them out.
Dora absolutely refused to have her young charge bombarded by seamstresses, and insisted that she make Danny's wedding outfit herself, practically threatening the seamstresses and tailors to stay away from the west wing. Wulf provided some help, keeping the stress-inducing busybodies from bothering Danny.
Meanwhile, Fright was working overtime, running back and forth between his King and the decorators and planners to get details right, and the poor ghost was about ready to collapse from exaustion by mid-afternoon when he met up with Dora, who was on her way back from the haberdashery with detailings for the wedding clothes. The lady ghost was mumbling to herself and fumbling with the packages, and Fright managed to catch one before she dropped it.
"Oh, thank you Fright," she sighed with relief; that particular package had been real tiny crystal accenting, and would have been a right mess had they dropped. Fright nodded, then took half of Dora's burden.
"This is absolutely ridiculous," the page muttered, rearranging the packages in his arms. "All of this nonsense for the wedding. I say, My Liege is about ready to throw someone out of the castle through the wall if he is asked one more question about the 'details'! He did not want Phantom to have anymore stress than necessary!"
"I agree," Dora replied, scowling. "Sir Danny is so close to having a nervous breakdown! Thank goodness for Wulf, keeping everyone away from him!" She sighed. "Poor Danny...he's so confused right now..."
"What do you mean?" Fright asked, nodding to Wulf as they passed into the west wing and into an unused room that Dora had refashioned into a tailoring room for Danny's wedding outfit, which Fright had to admit looked absolutely stunning.
Dora put her things on a free spot on the table and sighed sadly. "Sir Danny is still coming to terms with becoming a ghost and marrying the King, Fright. And to top everything off, he..." She paused, wringing her hands nervously. "...He said he is falling in love with Our King."
Fright nearly dropped the packages. "He IS?" he exclaimed. Dora nodded, and Fright ran a hand through his hair. "...And does Our King know?"
"Of course not," Dora replied tiredly. "They have not spoken since their time in the Old Lands, which I KNOW Sir Danny had a marvelous time in with the King. I have tried to coax him into TELLING him, but..." She trailed off as though to convey how pointless her attempt was.
Fright leaned against the table, crossing his arms. "It's both ironic and ridiculous," he said, sounding both amused and ticked, "how they both feel the same way, but do not tell each other." Dora looked over at Fright, surprised.
"You mean...Our King feels the same way about Sir Danny?" she asked. Fright nodded, and Dora clapped her hands, smiling happily, making Fright give her a bemused look. "Oh, but dont you see, Fright?" she exclaimed. "This is absolutely perfect!"
"How is it perfect, if they dont tell each other how they feel?" he asked. Dora began to pace, gesturnig slightly with her hands, as though figuratively drawing plans on an imaginary board.
"Is is perfect because it's not too late to have them actually enjoy their wedding!" she said, smiling brightly. "All that is needed for them is peace and quiet together! We just need to get everyone out of the castle so they can actually TALK!"
"But HOW?" Fright demanded. "Nothing short of The King's Command will get this lot out of the bloody castle!"
Dora smirked and fondled the amulet around her neck almost evilly. "Leave that to me."
An hour later, Fright led his King out of the east wing and toward the courtyard, taking great risk in telling Pariah Dark that there was a detail that needed the King's personal opinion, and carefully side-stepping Pariah Dark's questions about a great ruckus he'd heard just a half-hour earlier.
"It was just a small diversion from the planning, Sire," Fright said airily. "No harm done. Now, it's just out here..." He opened the doors to the courtyard, smirking to himself when he saw his King looking around with great interest at the beautifully-illuminated courtyard that had a single small table in the center, that was seated for two.
Before Pariah Dark could question Fright on what was going on, the door to his left opened, and Dora appeared with Danny, who was questioning her as to what was going on. Danny paused when he saw the courtyard, and then paled when he saw Pariah Dark.
"Oh, we just thought you and Our King could use a break from all the stress of planning for the wedding, and felt a quiet dinner alone would calm your nerves," Dora said sweetly, leading the statue-like Danny to a chair. Fright led the way for his King to the other chair, and Pariah Dark followed, almost too astounded at his page and Dora's audacity to really do otherwise.
When both were seated, Dora and Fright stood off to the side to address them. "We'll be right back with your meals," Dora said with a small bow. "Enjoy the evening." With that, she and Fright left, leaving Danny and Pariah Dark alone in the courtyard.
Danny looked like he was about to bolt at any moment, so Pariah Dark decided to quickly say something to asuge the boy's nerves. "Before you decide to make a hasty retreat," he said, making Danny freeze with a guilty look on his face, "I would like to speak with you."
Danny swallowed hard and nodded, settling into his seat. "...Okay," he said softly, picking up his crystal goblet of water to sip. Pariah Dark took a moment to gather his thoughts before speaking.
"...We have not spoken since our trip to the Old Lands," he said quietly. He paused, then took a needless breath. "...I just wish to know if I did anything to upset you."
Danny glanced up sharply, slight bewilderment in his eyes. "What...no...no, Pariah, you didnt," he quickly replied. He looked frantically to find words for a moment before sighing and burying his face in his hands. "...Pariah, it's me...it's not you."
Pariah Dark patiently laced his fingers together in front of him. "Why would you think that?" he asked. Danny bit his lip and let out a shuddery sigh, fidgeting uncomfortably. "...Daniel...I cannot help you if you do not talk to me..." Danny lowered his eyes and closed them.
"I'm just...I'm so overwhelmed by all this," Danny admitted. "My birthday and our wedding is tomorrow, and...and I dont know if I'm ready for all this to happen!" He lifted his head and rubbed his damp eyes. "All day, my heart has been pounding nonstop, and I feel like throwing up. I want to just lie in bed and cry and just...just make it all go away!" He buried his face in his hands. "...And then I feel guilty because you and everyone else has been so good to me, and I'll be able to help so many people and rebuild the Ghost Zone into a World, and...and...!"
"Daniel."
Danny felt Pariah Dark take his hands from his face gently, then gently lift his chin slightly so they were looking at each other eye-to-eye. Danny's eyes widened slightly when he saw Pariah Dark's face; the Ghost King looked about ready to cry, his expression was so sad.
"Daniel...what I have done is unfair to you," Pariah Dark said softly. "I took you from your family and forced this marriage upon you for mostly selfish reasons...but make no mistake; my feelings for you are nothing but positive, and I wish to see you happy, dispite the circumstances." He gently thumbed Danny's tears away. "Tomorrow, we will be wed, and from that day on, I will strive to make your happiness my first priority...like I should have done the day I brought you here.
"I know you are feeling conflicted about our wedding. I too feel conflicted; about your personal happiness compared to tradition. But I stand by my promise to make you comfortable and happy. Which is why after our wedding...I will not push you into consommating the marriage."
Danny gaped at the Ghost King in disbelief. "...R...really...?" he managed to stammer out. Pariah Dark nodded.
"I will expect nothing from you tomorrow except for you to say 'I do'," the Ghost King said. "That is all. I promise."
Danny couldnt help it; he burst into tears, feeling the weight of the last few months' worrisome burdens fall to pieces and leave him with a feeling of such relief, it was almost unreal.
Within moments, Pariah Dark was out of his seat and kneeling next to Danny's, pulling his fiance to him comfortingly and letting him cry, knowing that Danny was crying from relief and not sadness. It wasnt exactly the way he wanted to spend the day before his wedding, but as long as Danny wasnt dreading it as much...
Even after a few hours of comforting Danny and sitting in pleasant silence with him before heading off to put his fiance to bed, it never occurred to him that Fright and Dora never came back with their food.
By order of the King, the castle was to be calm and quiet leading up to the wedding as so not to disturb or stress out Danny; therefor, everyone on decoration, food, and wedding party committee went about their duties as quietly as possible, and everything was done and ready by noon, leaving them to get ready themselves.
Danny had slept in without really meaning to, but he woke up feeling...good. There was really no other way to describe how he felt. He just felt...good. He glanced out the window and saw that it was very bright outside, letting him know he'd slept in longer than necessary. Before he could get out of bed, Dora came into the room with a tray of all of Danny's favorite breakfast foods and set it down in his lap.
"Happy Birthday, Sir Danny," she said, smiling. Danny smiled back.
"Thanks, Dora," he said. "Um...sorry I slept in late..."
"No need to be sorry," she cut in briskly. "It is your birthday, and the wedding is not until this evening. Now, you are to eat, take as long a bath as you wish, then join me in the fourth room down the hall, okay?"
"...Okay..." Danny replied, picking up his fork. Dora smiled a little mischievously and glided out of the room, leaving Danny to eat at his leisure before going into the bathroom to run some water for a bath. While he was in there, he found an assortment of bath oils he'd never had before. He opened one of the bottles and sniffed it, and a feeling of euphoria and peace overcame his senses.
After the bath, he put on the only available article of clothing - a long white bathrobe - and walked down to the room Dora specified. He opened the door and the first thing he saw nearly blinded him with it's stunningness.
The most beautiful outfit in the world in a white whiter than white was what greeted him. The top was cut in a long-sleeved tunic style, with silver stitchings that one would have to look closely to see that they looked like tiny vines that twisted into lemniscate patterns. Around the cuffs of the sleeves were the same vines in diamond shapes. The neck was high with the same diamond shapes, with a slight V in the middle for comfort.
This was accompanied with white leggings with no silver stitchings, and a loincloth belt that came down to his shins, with more lemniscate-patterned vines. To complete this wedding outfit was a trained cape about ten feet long with more intricate silver lemniscate patterns, some silver jewelry in ancient Celtic-like crafting, including a forehead diadem.
Now, Danny wasnt really the girlish 'omg over clothing' type, but he couldnt help but let his eyes water at the sight of the outfit; it mustve taken Dora so long to work on it, and the fact that it was so perfect and detailed just touched him.
"Do you like it?" Dora asked, nibbling her lip slightly. "I do hope it is good enough for the wedding..." She let out a meep of surprise when Danny hugged her tightly.
"...It's perfect, Dora," he said, his voice shaking slightly. "It's...almost too perfect for words!" He pulled back, giving her a huge smile. "I mean it."
Dora smiled back and kissed Danny's cheek. "Only for you, my Prince," she said. She walked over to the display stand and took the tunic off of it. "Now, into it you go!"
Danny snorted and took off the bathrobe, by now used to having Dora seeing him without clothes on, and let her dress him, staying still to let her adjust and make sure it fit perfectly, and when she stepped back to get the add-ons, Danny flexed his arms a little. Dispite how it looked, the outfit was incredibly soft and comfortable.
Dora first took a large silver piece and put it on Danny's chest, hooking the sides of it around his neck, then attached the silver bracelets to his wrists, the diadem around his forehead, and the silver lapel pins to his shoulders to attach the cape to. She then helped him into his white boots and stepped back, clasping her hands to her chest and giving him a watery smile.
"You look like an angel, Danny," she said softly, wiping at her tears. She turned him to a mirror, and Danny nearly fell back in shock; The outfit WAS too perfect for words, and when it was actually put together with his white hair, he really did look ethereal.
He also couldnt help but think - with no small amount of humor and sadness - that Tucker was right; he really DID look like a Moon Elf from Midevel Magecraft...
Dora stepped up behind him and rearranged his long white hair, making most of it tuck back over the cape and the rest over his temples. "There," she said softly. "Now you look like royalty."
Danny nodded, not knowing what to say, really, and let out a shivering sigh. "...What now?" he asked, stroking his hands over the tunic. Dora smiled and turned to a vase to pick up a bouquet of glowing white roses, and handed them to him.
"Now," she said, "I will take you down to the chapel. You will wait in the room I will bring you to, and you will sit down and relax." She took his elbow and led him out of the room, still talking as they walked. "You will let go of all doubts and worries, and think only of happiness for what this day will bring to you. When the time comes, someone will fetch you, and you will walk down the aisle to greet your husband-to-be." She gave him a smile. "Questions?"
Danny blinked. "...No," he said. "That was...oddly specific." Dora giggled and walked out of the castle and down the back courtyard to a large chapel with stained glass windows, and led him to a room off to the side of the huge double-doors that looked like an indoor garden, fishpond fountain pool and everything. There was a gentle sunlight filtering in through the stained glass window, creating a soft rainbow of color.
Dora let Danny go and stepped back. "Sit down for now, and relax," she said. "Someone will be in to bring you to the chapel room soon." With that, she gave him a brave smile and stepped out of the room, closing the door behind her.
Now alone in the room, Danny sighed and sat down on a white marble bench, shifting the bouquet in his hands as he stared into the pond, which had several glowing fish that resembled koi drifting carelessly around. He did have to admit, with the soft sunlight, the fish, and the gentle trickle of water in the fountain, it WAS very relaxing and peacful, and he couldnt help but let any tension that was in his body go, just watching the fish and listening to the water and smelling the sweet scent of the flowers in his hand...
He'd often heard that watching koi in a pond was mesmerizing to the point of having an out-of-body experience, but Danny usually thought people were exaggerating. But now, he actually found himself at the beginning of how all of this happened, looking on in the third person as he was brought before Pariah Dark.
He saw how the Ghost King's expression changed slightly when he transformed from human to ghost, from anger to interest. He saw how impressed Pariah Dark was when he was forced to fight. He watched on through months of interaction, from lining out terms of marriage to the visit with his parents and friends before Christmas.
He watched as he ran from his family and into the arms of someone he thought he could never have gotten comfort from. He saw how Pariah Dark became...different after that day. As though he was trying to give Danny the love and care he was denied by his own family. He was given Pariah Dark's own Ring of Rage, and in return, Danny felt compelled by care and concern to get the Crown of Fire, risking life and limb to fight Vlad for it.
He recalled how comfortable he'd gotten around Pariah Dark, allowing the Ghost King to have physical contact, and not feeling anxious about it at all. He saw how Pariah Dark had actually made himself look less threatening for his family, and defended Danny against his own father's hurtful words, and then held him tightly as he cried.
He was able to relive the magical day and night they had together in the Old Lands, feeling his heart swell with...love. Love for Pariah Dark, for all he had done to make Danny happy.
Danny blinked and was brought back to the present, aware once more of where he was, what he was wearing, and what he was about to do. And he found...he wanted it all to happen. He smiled softly, a tear running down his face and falling to the flowers in his hands. For the first time since months ago, he WANTED to marry Pariah Dark and become the Prince. So much could be done, so many people could be happy...HE could be happy!
A soft knock at the door made him turn, and he stood up as the door opened...and Clockwork walked in.
"Clockwork!" Danny rushed forward and hugged the Master of Time tightly, making Clockwork chuckle and pat Danny's back.
"Wonderful to see how happy you are to see me, Daniel," he said. He smiled knowingly as Danny pulled back. "You are ready to walk down the aisle, then." It wasnt a question, and Danny knew it.
Danny took a deep breath and let it out, nodding. "...I am," he said. Clockwork nodded back, and led Danny out of the room with a hand to Danny's back, gliding over to the double doors. Before he opened them, he turned to Danny.
"Do not fear death, Daniel," he said, giving Danny a brave smile. "Death is the most natural part of life, and lasts an eternity longer. There is no need to fear it."
Danny swallowed a little, nodding again. Of course Clockwork would know what still made Danny hesitant about the marriage, and would comfort him about it. "Thank you," he whispered. Clockwork smiled and opened the doors to the chapel room.
Standing up on either side of a long white strip of cloth were all of Danny's ghost friends and allies, and even the more powerful of ghosts, including Nocturne, Undergrowth, and Vortex. The room was made of white stone with green fires lit in torches. The roof of the chapel seemed to be missing, and was instead replaced with a view of space (courtesy, Danny knew, from Nocturne).
Everyone stood at attention when Danny stepped into the room, and Clockwork walked beside Danny down the white cloth. As they walked, Danny noticed Undergrowth sprinkle the pathway with white flower petals, and Vortex created a tiny snowcloud that sprinkled Danny and his bouquet with snowflakes.
It was so surreal and fairytale-like that Danny felt the completely effeminate urge to cry. However, he kept his tears to himself, and felt Clockwork's hand warm on his back comfortingly. In his hands, the white flowers began to frost from the nervous frost coming from his hands.
As he came closer to the alter, he saw Dora and Fright standing on opposite sides; Dora on the left, and Fright on the right, standing next to Pariah Dark, who had his back turned to everyone. When Danny and Clockwork came about six feet away, Pariah Dark turned around to greet Danny, and Danny saw the Ghost King was dressed in all black with about five layers of clothes, with some of the same silver jewelry and accents Danny had on his own white clothes. Around Pariah Dark's shoulders was a green fur-lined cloak that trailed even longer than Danny's. All of Pariah Dark's long hair was pulled back into a long plait that fell down his back.
The Ghost King smiled when he saw Danny, and Danny could see his fiance's green eyes glow significantly brighter. Around the room, the green-lit torches flared brighter as well. Clockwork came to a stop in front of them and took Danny's right hand.
"Who claims this man as theirs to give to the Ghost King?" he asked. Danny was confused at the question until Frostbite stepped forward and crossed his ice-incased arm over his chest.
"We of the Far Frozen, claim the Great Hero Daniel Phantom as our own to give to the Ghost King," he stated, giving Danny a quick nod and smile. Danny smiled back, and Clockwork put Danny's right hand into Pariah Dark's left one before stepping up to the alter in front of them, his purple cloak changing into a long red one. As the last of the Ancient Ghosts, it was his duty to wed them, as he had told Pariah Dark months ago, during their first meeting.
"We are all gathered here today to bear witness to the union between Pariah Dark and Daniel Phantom," he said, folding his hands in front of him. "This marriage will consitute an official monarchy within our World. If anyone objects to this union, speak now, or forevermore hold your peace."
Danny tensed slightly, but behind him, nobody made so much as a sound.
"Then let the wedding commence." Clockwork held out his hands, and a small, but ancient-looking book appeared into them. "The couple has opted for both modern and traditional vows. They shall speak a few vows to each other, and then I will commence with the vows of ancient tradition." He nodded to Pariah Dark, who turned to Danny, clasping his young fiance's right hand in both his own.
"Daniel," he began softly, "I admit to all those present that I took you as my consort for selfish reasons, in the beginning. I lusted for your power and beauty, but quickly began to respect you for your kindness and assertiveness. I quickly found that your kindness was changing me...and for the better. I began to remember kindess myself, and began practicing it to my subjects, and to you.
"In the past, I did not have the luxury of marrying for love. I am happy...honored...gifted...to have that luxury today. With you."
Danny felt an involuntary shudder run over his body at Pariah Dark's proclaimation of love, feeling that wall he fought so hard to keep the tears back begin to crumble. He saw Clockwork nod to him, knowing it was his turn to speak. But what to say? How to say it?
Without even really thinking about it, the words he KNEW he wanted to say, but couldnt really think of, came out. "I feared you once," he said, his voice quiet, but shaking. "I feared you, and dreaded this day for the longest time. I didnt know what it would mean for me. I felt like a prisoner, who had no way out of my sentence." He clenched his fingers around Pariah Dark's hands.
"And then you showed me kindness...you made me feel protected...like I didnt have to be the hero anymore...that you would do it for me...and I felt so...relieved...and confused. I didnt know what to think anymore when I was around you. It took until recently to realize that...I belong here. With you." He chanced a glance up at Pariah Dark and was amazed to see the unshakable Ghost King letting silent tears fall down his face. He took a shuddery breath and nodded to Clockwork to let him know he was done speaking.
Clockwork nodded back and opened the book. Next to Danny, Dora stepped forward and took the flowers from him, tears of her own running down her face. Pariah Dark then took both of Danny's hands into his own, and Clockwork began to speak.
"Pariah Dark," he addressed, "hast thou, in a good, free, and unconstrained will and a firm intention, to take unto thyself to husband this young man, Daniel, whom thou seest here before thee, in the most sacred of unions of afterlife?"
Pariah Dark nodded. "I have, Most Revered Ancient One," he said, squeezing Danny's hands.
"Daniel Phantom," Clockwork said, "hast thou, in a good, free, and unconstrained will and a firm intention, to take unto thyself to husband this man, Pariah, whom thou seest before thee, in the most sacred of unions of afterlife?"
Danny clenched his fingers around Pariah Dark's hands, unable to stop the tears now. "I...I have, Most Revered Ancient One," he said, not knowing how long he could last before bursing into sobs.
Clockwork turned a few pages to another section. "Before the marriage can be completed and the monarchy established," he addressed the room, "Daniel Phantom must partake in the Drink of the Dead to fully join the afterlife." He turned to Fright, who stepped forward with something wrapped in a black cloth. Clockwork took it and unwrapped it, revealing a black crystal bottle.
The whole room seemed to hold their proverbial breath as Clockwork uncorked the bottle and poured it into a black crystal goblet, and Danny caught a most peculiar scent from it. It wasnt good or bad, it was just...so. Just so. Like the most natural thing in the world.
...It was the scent of death.
Clockwork took the goblet in both hands and held it out to Danny. "Drink of the Dead, Daniel Phantom, to be fully inducted into the afterlife." His voice was professional, but gentle. Danny took the goblet with shaking hands that trembled so hard the Drink almost spilled over the rim of the goblet, but Pariah Dark clasped his hands over Danny's to still them.
Danny felt his heart pound a million miles a second and stared into the liquid in the goblet, at literal Death, before glancing up at Pariah Dark, who looked back and almost unnoticably mouthed 'I love you'.
For a brief moment, everything clicked: Danny's true destiny; Clockwork's assurance of death; Pariah Dark's love. And Danny welcome Death, unafraid.
It only took one sip, and Danny felt a sharp twinge in his heart before a blanket of nothingness overcome him. Time, space, and existance froze for a split second. It was just like the saying went, and his short life flashed before his eyes. Everything suddenly made sense, and he was fully aware of every particle of his own being. His senses expanded, and it was as though he became one with the afterlife.
And it was just like life, only more...natural. Eternal. And he felt at peace, finally done with being split between life and death. He was at home.
Time seemed to kickstart again, and Danny opened his eyes, unaware that he had closed them (or blacked out for a full minute, even), to find Pariah Dark holding him and looking down at him with concern etched into his features. Danny absently raised a hand to see that instead of his halfa-ghost form's tanned complexion, he was pale as snow. Although he couldnt see it, in his mind's eye, he could 'see' himself now; his eyes were as pure blue as Pariah Dark's was pure green. His hair had turned into a gently-flickering fire that was as cold as ice. He was a pure ghost now.
He slowly leaned up, and Pariah Dark helped stand him up, keeping one arm around him for security, and Clockwork held up both hands. In each hand appeared a crown. In his left hand was Pariah Dark's Crown of Fire. In his right was the magnificent Crown of Ice commissioned from the Far Frozen. It seemed to be made of crystaline ice that appeared to have the same ice-cold flame that Danny's hair was made of, and when the light hit it, tiny sparkles of rainbow winked in and out of view.
At the sight of the Crowns, the crowd behind them murmured in awe. Pariah Dark gently led Danny down into a kneeling position before taking the position himself. Clockwork stepped up to them with the Crowns and addressed Pariah Dark first.
"I, Clockwork, Spirit of Time, and last of the Ancients, crown Pariah Dark, King of the Ghost World." He left the Crown of Ice floating midair and set Pariah Dark's Crown of Fire on the Ghost King's head. As soon as the Crown made contact, it burst into the full fury of green fire, and the whole of the Ghost World could feel the pulse of power it emitted.
Clockwork then turned to Danny with the Crown of Ice. "I, Clockwork, Spirit of Time, and last of the Ancients, crown Daniel Phantom, Prince of the Ghost World." When he put the Crown on Danny's head, a pulse of cold swept over everyone, making them shiver slightly. The Crown's flickering flames melded with Danny's hair, and Danny's eyes and the Crown itself shone with a white and blue arctic light similar to Aurora Borealis.
Pariah Dark and Danny both stood, and Clockwork smiled at them. "Now, a kiss to seal your vows and begin to glorious monarchy."
Danny looked at Pariah Dark and nodded. Pariah Dark smiled and leaned down to kiss Danny, feeling a surge of power erupt between them as Fire and Ice combined.
"I, Clockwork, hereby present to you all, the King and Prince of the Ghost World!"
And there you have it - The Wedding!