The flowers were breathtaking, they were white lilies and they adorned the dressing room, filling every available surface, nook and cranny with their presence. Outside, she could hear the murmur of the guests as they conversed and milled about, taking in the decorations and comparing it to any of their previously attended weddings. She had to admit, the church did look beautiful, picturesque, as if it was a photograph taken from a high end magazine. Her mother had outdone herself. A now bustling and proud member of the 'Burg society. It was to be the event of the year. The wedding of all weddings. A magical day, that would lead her onto the next stage of her life.
The ornately carved double wooden doors swung open in front of her, taking her breath away as the cathedral rose up above her head to touch the heavens.
The spires and columns were decorated in white ribbons and white roses, softening the hard look of the stone, making the church appear all the more ethereal.
Light filtered through the glass stained windows and on to the pews and floor, lighting the path she must take towards the alter and the man standing there.
She paid no notice to the faces turned to look at her, and the looks on their faces. She didn't care how she looked, and honestly, she didn't care about how the church looked, even though it was breathtaking. Her walk down the aisle had nothing to do with the people watching her, or the way the light filtered, or how exquisite they said she looked, it had everything to do with the man waiting at the end.
Was the church aisle really as long as it felt? Had it truly taken her this long to get to this place, metaphorically, emotionally and physically?
He waited there patiently and expectantly for her, as he had always done.
This time however, it felt right. So painfully right that her heart squeezed at the beauty in the sight of him.
He looked at her with reverence, awe and finally love.
She knew it had been under his hard exterior all along. His late night visits, and his gentle whisperings in her ear were only the beginnings of what was to come. For he was man, a hard man, who needed to learn how to love, even in his own way, to win the girl. And win he did.
The card she had found was written by him, he felt in a moment of weakness, but couldn't bring himself to send it. Thankfully for them, there were others that understood what the blindest fools in love couldn't see.
She breathed a sigh of wonderment, his name slipping from her glossed lips. Ranger. There was nothing more beautiful then the sight of him, his long dark hair, his fire burning eyes, long cheekbones and slender fingers reaching out towards her.
He was right. As she grasped his cool fingers in hers and took a step towards her freedom she could finally understand why he had compared the sound of her voice and her subsequent awakening to a moment of pure Heaven. He, next to her, was a Heaven on its own.
She was there now and she was blessed. Every prayer and begging to the Lord had finally paid off. Her physical awakening had lead to a epiphany of what freedom and righteousness meant to her, and her alone. For it was she that needed to control her own destiny.
Despite all they had been through, together or not, here she was at his side, and he at hers. It was like a dream.
He had finally come.
A/N: The End?? Yes, no?