AN: Sorry guys, but I'm probably going to be ending this story here. I feel like this is a good ending and I don't want to drag it out and ruin the beauty of it. (Unless you really don't want me to….if I get enough protests I might continue) I like to keep my stories short and sweet. Don't worry, though….I'm gonna start some more Diaval x Aurora stories very soon! 3
I'm not entirely sure that this chapter fits the story quite right, and it almost turned itself into a one-shot. But in the end I decided to keep it, because I just kind of love it and I wanted all my loyal followers to read it. J
There is also a little wee bit of a something implied in this, but you can take it any way you want. I just included it in here because….well, just take it as you will.
I just want you guys to know that you are such dolls (hehe). Reading your reviews and seeing all the follows and faves is what has kept me going. A lot of this cheesy goo springs from my mind at 2AM, and as exhausted as I am, you made it worth it! I've never experienced such a response to anything I've written before, and it means a lot.
So, thank you! You are my inspiration. xoxo
PS: Leora means "my light". That is why I chose it. No particular fondness for the name on my part.
The months flew by, and soon, the happiest day of my life had arrived. My marriage to the most beautiful woman in the world-on the inside and the out. Though the day is firmly glued in my memory, I'll spare you the minor details.
What I will say is this: in the time leading up to this wonderful day, Aurora and I suffered harsh judgment. Even with Maleficent backing our plans, the royals throughout the lands disapproved.
What on earth was the most powerful queen in the country doing with a bird?
Well, that was certainly a hard question to answer. Probably because we weren't quite sure ourselves.
What are we doing?
What are we doing?
What are we doing?
What are we doing?
What are we doing?
The meaning changed depending on how it was asked.
And yet, the answer remained a mystery.
It was a whirlwind romance, the kind where you feel less that you are falling in love, and more that you have been in love all along, without ever realizing it.
And the doubts of those around us often led to our own doubts. We struggled, and it was not always easy, being in love.
But every touch, every tender look that we gave to each other, was a reminder that it was all worth it.
So my Aurora and I were married. I can assure you that she was the most breathtaking bride to ever walk down an aisle.
And I, the happiest groom.
That day, the nobles laid down their swords (figuratively speaking, of course), and finally accepted me. Not that they had much choice in the matter. I was the king, after all.
Later that night….just as we had spent the day proving our love to others, we spent the night proving our love to each other.
About a year later, a whole new kind of joy entered our lives, taking the form of a person.
A blue-eyed, black haired girl, with the pale skin of her father and the rosy cheeks of her mother.
"I never thought I could be responsible for something so lovely," I said, cradling our Leora, our light.
"Only half responsible," my wife laughed.
This was the rest of our lives. Joy, and light, and laughter.
Bliss, beauty.
Never was someone more changed by falling in love.
Closing AN: Please follow me if you'd like to stay updated on my upcoming Diavora stories!
I may keep writing at this one if you guys really want me to…..but I feel like it ended nicely and…we'll see.