As promised, one very Delena-y chapter. In fact, I don't think I could have made it much more Delena-y without making it completely outrageous and as completely inaccurate as possible. Some inspiration for this was drawn from Romeo & Juliet by William Shakespeare. Enjoy.
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Damon signed the drawing. Elena was wearing her kimono again, leaning on his shoulder, watching. She gazed at the drawing.
"Date it, Damon. I want to always remember this night." As he dated the picture, 14/4/1912, Elena scribbled a note on a piece of the Titanic stationary. She accepted the drawing from Damon, and went to the safe in the wardrobe. She placed the diamond in the safe, then the drawing and the note on top of it. She closed the little metal door with a clunk.
As she stepped from the little room, Damon brought his lips to hers as hard as possible. Her engagement ring was no longer on her finger. Suddenly, he knelt before her. "Marry me, Elena? Be my princess."
Elena gasped, covering her mouth with her hands as she nodded hysterically and her eyes glistened with unshed tears. Damon stood, placing one soft kiss on her lips before he removed a small box from his pocket. The ring was far more beautiful than the one Klaus had bought her. It was simple, but elegant, an emerald surround by tiny diamonds.
"This ring was my mother's. She wore it until the day she died. Pápa says that the ring is good luck, that it has been in our family since the late- sixteen hundreds. Back then," he told her as he placed it on her finger, "it was used as a wedding band."
She didn't find it hard to believe that this ring had belonged to a princess. Even that it belonged to several.
Elena reached her right hand up to touch his face. "Marry me now," she whispered. The young prince smirked playfully, making Elena giggle as he lifted her into his arms and brought her out the door. "Wait, Damon!" she cried, "Let me put on some clothes."
Elijah entered from the Palm Court through the revolving door and walked with purpose towards Klaus. A fire was burning brightly in the marble fireplace. The usual politicians and other rich influential people were playing cards, drinking and talking. Klaus saw Elijah and walked away from the group, joining Elijah.
"None of the stewards have seen her since this afternoon with us," Elijah told his boss in a hush tone.
Klaus' voice was low but forceful when he replied to the man, "Find her, Smith."
"Alaric," Damon knocked, "Open up!"
The door swung open and the Hessen stood before them. "What's wrong?"
"We are getting married, now. You are going to come with us, but not breath a word to my father until we reach Zach and Joseph's home, understood?" Alaric nodded, noting the long coat Elena wore over her gown.
"Let me get my coat," he told them.
Elijah Smith entered the suite through the sitting room door. The suite was silent.
"Miss Elena? Hello?" he called out, walking through Klaus' room to Elena's. He knocked, but there was no answer. He jiggled the hanged and the door opened instantly. She wasn't in there.
The valet moved from the room, wondering where the first class girl could possibly be.
The ceremony was quick, with only them, Father Byles, and the witnesses, Alaric and another person. Elena wanted there to be no doubt to Klaus who she belonged to. She was Damon's and he was hers. She would never marry Klaus, nor would she ever have to. Mother could deal with it, she thought, she'd get over it.
Damon kissed Elena hard as they stumbled back on deck, with every ounce of passion in his body. "You're mine now, amore mia," he mumbled.
"Forever and ever," she muttered back, pulling his face back to her.
Alaric coughed awkwardly, breaking the young couple apart, "Well, I think it's time I retire to my room for the evening. Damon, when we get off this ship, I am putting in my resignation to your father. There's nothing on this earth that could make me watch to make sure you aren't going to do something your father doesn't approve of, because you'll just do it anyways. I don't want to be gray before my thirtieth birthday." Alaric bowed his head. "Good night, Miss Flemming-Gilbert."
She shook her head, grinning, "Oh no, you're mistaken, sir. I'm married," she proclaimed gleefully, kissing Damon dramatically on the cheek.
Alaric rolled his eyes at them. "Good night, Your Royal Highnesses. Don't enjoy your honeymoon too much," he said with such sarcasm that it practically dripped from his every word.
"Don't worry, Ric, we will!" Damon called after the man, kissing Elena again.
In another room in the first class, blissfully unaware of Damon and Elena's newest change in their relationship, and amidst unparalleled luxury, Klaus sat a card game with other rich and influence gentlemen, sipping brandy. Colonel Gracie was praising the ship's speed, but Klaus could care less, checking his gold pocket watch and scowling.
The pair returned to Damon's stateroom. The Prince unlocked the door, sweeping the lovely lady from off her feet and into his arms as he carried her bridal style over the threshold. Damon helped his Princess out of her coat, laying it on the chair.
"I love you," Damon whispered against her chin as he moved his lips up to kiss her face and hair, "I have since the moment I first laid my eyes on you. You looked like an angel from where I sat in third-class. Then he came up behind you and you began arguing and I couldn't help but think how wrong it was to make an angel hurt like that."
Elena nuzzled her head into his shoulder as her husband, God knows she loves using that word for Damon, unbuttoned the back of her dress, the dress she'd always remember as her wedding dress. "I love you more."
"No, you don't," he joked, spinning her so that the short train twirled out around her, before he pulled her back to him. "Nobody has ever loved another as much as I love you," he breathed by her ear, as he finished unfastening the gown. He pulled off his coat and shirt, laying it beside hers. Carefully, he helped her pull her gown off. "Are you nervous?"
"No," Elena whispered back, climbing onto the bed and laying back, "Put your hands on me, Damon."
"Così bella," he whispered as he joined her on the bed, "I promise that I will never let you go, never let you suffer, if I can help it. I promise that I will love you until the end of forever and then infinity after that." His lips met hers, over and over again, each kiss growing in passion and desire.
A short time later, Damon's blanket lay over them. They were huddled underneath it, intertwined, still unclothed. Their faces were flushed and they were looking at each other as if seeing the other for the first time. She put a hand on his face, and he laid his cheek against her chest, his eyes meeting hers.
"Siete così bella," he whispered, "I can feel your heart beating." She hugged his head to her chest, holding onto him as if he might disappear if she let go. His love for her would never change, not even after almost eighty-four years.
Wherever Damon says "così bella" or "siete così bella", he's saying "so beautiful" or "you are so beautiful".
Elena's wedding dress is under clothes on my website on my author page, under Forever This Way. Her shoes are in there as well. They really are from 1912. It was a really great find from hours of Internet searches looking for "the dress". I don't make much of it in this chapter. :( Sorry about that.
Other than that, I hope you enjoyed. If you are happy that Damon and Elena are married now, review. If you wish that Jack and Rose had gotten married in the original movie, review. If you feel bad for Klaus, Cal, or Elijah, review! If you thought Lovejoy's face looked like he was about to have a heart attack in the movie when he was chasing Jack and Rose, REVIEW! Basically, just review. Because this story is not going to get updated until there is over 30 reviews on it. I won't even type a word of this story until there is at BARE MINIMUM thirty reviews.
Now you maybe asking why I am doing this. I am doing this because I am not, not in any dream life have I been a mind reader. I need to know that you guys and girls actually like this story. I do accept anonymous reviews so if you don't want to be known that you're reviewing, you can still review.
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Sorry for that mini rant. Here's the summary for anyone that skipped to the bottom of the author's note:
Point 1: Website has wedding dress under clothes. www. celestialheavens1. wordpress. com
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Point 3: Celeste is not a mind reader.
Point 4: Anonymous reviews are accepted.
Point 5: Thank you anyone who has reviewed.
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