Prompt: Write about Esben's proposal to Nia, their wedding day, or both.
Excessive fluff ahead! Read at your own risk.
"I'm not ready for this." Esben Wingfeather was staring into the mirror in one of Castle Rysen's numerous dressing rooms, sizing himself up. He looked stupid in the ceremonial wedding suit worn by every king for generations, it was too extravagant and pompous looking for him. He was barely past being a teenager–and he still looked like one.
"Yes, you are," Came Artham's voice from the other side of the room, where a maid was sewing the hem on his shirt, the colors of the soft cloth corresponding with Esben's outfit. "Everyone thinks they're not ready until it's actually happening, and then they know they are. You've just got to remember that it's not about impressing all those Muckety–Mucks who are here because it benefits their political status. It's about the fact that you're about to marry the woman you love, and there's nothing that can ruin that."
Esben was shocked, to say the least. Artham was his brother, yes, and he loved him, but usually Artham had some witty comeback about Esben's doubts that made him forget them soon enough. Kind words of advice were few and far between when it came to exchanges between the two brothers.
"I…Thanks. That was really helpful, actually." From his vantage point looking into the mirror, he could see Artham smile.
"I've been thinking about what to say for a while, actually. I figured I'd better come up with something more encouraging than "Suck it up" for your wedding day."
"Wow. That, and the best man's speech. You're just outdoing yourself, aren't you."
"Yeah, well… Just don't get too used to it."
Esben could tell Artham was embarrassed from his tone of voice. That was rare, as well. Well, not so rare around Arundelle, but still. It was a task to be able to make his brother blush. "You are really something, Artham. You know you're a pretty great brother, right?"
Artham strode across the room, and clapped his brother on the shoulder. "You're not so bad yourself. Now, we'd better hurry up. You don't want to be late to your own wedding, do you?"
"Not on my life."