Hello!
This is it. The finale to Kit's Saga, my first fanfic. Needless to say, it was pretty emotional to finally bring this all to a close. So, for the final time, thank you so much to everyone who ever reviewed, everyone who ever followed, everyone who ever favourited, and everyone who ever took the time to read this. You're all awesome. For all you readers out there, I'll be continuing Kit's story in my next fic, Precision, coming soon. One last time...
Onwards!
Chapter 22
People stood in the streets, talking. Everyone knew. Ylisstol was, yet again, preparing for celebration. Many could scarcely believe that there was going to be another royal wedding- and only a year after Chrom's! The whole of Ylisse was in good cheer. Peace after so long warring with Plegia, and two royal weddings- the halidom was in a golden age.
Kit and Chrom sat in one of the palace's many meeting rooms. It was one of the smallest ones in the building, but was still large enough for multiple couches, scattered around a central table, piled with books and maps.
"I know these rooms are used for meetings between the exalt and his advisors," Chrom remarked, smiling. "But you don't have to bring me down here every time you want to talk." They shared a laugh.
"I know that too." Kit shot back. "But I need you down here to speak to you without an audience of your army of servants, maids, butlers, bodyguards, and assistants. Did I miss anyone?"
"Fair point." Chrom grinned with his old friend. "So why did you bring me down here? What's so important that it has to be this secret?"
Kit shifted uncomfortably on the couch. "It's about... Lissa."
Chrom looked puzzled, turning to face him.
"Hmm? You already have my blessing. What else is there?"
"It's more... About the wedding itself."
Noticing how uncomfortable Kit was, Chrom leaned forwards. He could tell this was important.
"Chrom... Remember when you asked me to be your best man?"
The exalt nodded. He could remember every detail of his wedding, as clear as if it was yesterday.
"Would you return the favour?"
Chrom gaped for a second, then recovered. "Are you asking me to be your best man?"
Kit nodded. "I wouldn't have anyone else doing it. You're my best friend."
"Of course I will." Chrom said. "You're not just a war comrade, but a true ally."
Meanwhile, in another part of the palace, Lissa looked apprehensively at the other three women.
"So... Would you consider being my bridesmaids?" She asked timidly. Maribelle stood up immediately.
"Did you even need to ask, dear?" The other blonde looked vaguely offended. "Of course I'll be there!"
Sumia smiled at her from her armchair. "I'd love to! You were one of my bridesmaids, so it's only fair."
Lissa looked at Cordelia. The pegasus knight had become a close friend to both her and Kit over the past year, despite her seemingly cold attitude at first. Finally, the redhead grinned broadly.
"Certainly, Lissa. It would be an honour."
Impulsively, Lissa stood up and wrapped her arms around their shoulders, pulling the three of them into a group hug.
The wedding day approached all to quickly. The weeks before it were a blur of preparation and organisation, and Kit was a little overwhelmed by it all.
"We're going to be paraded through the streets before the actual wedding?" Kit interjected. "Isn't that a bit much?"
Chrom laughed. "Lissa is the princess. Maribelle wouldn't let me get away with anything less, either. Don't worry." He assured, seeing Kit's expression. "You'll hardly notice. You'll be fine."
Finally, the day of the wedding dawned. Kit extended a hand to Lissa, hauling her up onto the cart. The streets were laden with people. Citizens leaned out of windows, stood on balconies, overflowed into the roads to look at Princess Lissa and her soon-to-be husband.
Kit looked over at his fiancee. Surprisingly, her dress was subtle, contrasting the over-the-top decoration of most of the nobles he had seen. Her dress was a brilliant, dazzling white, with a similar design to the one she had worn at Chrom's wedding- sleeveless, close-fitting, and decorated all over with faint, delicate designs. They were only visible when they caught the sun, giving the impression that Lissa was shining, wreathed in light.
After an agonisingly slow journey through the crowds, Ylisstol's massive cathedral finally towered above the pair. Graciously, Kit helped his fiancee down from the carriage and offered his arm. Lissa took it, and walked with him down the aisle to the sounds of the Shepherds cheering. Everyone who was part of the Shepherds was there- Lon'qu, Ricken, Miriel, Stahl... As he walked, Kit took in the sea of joyful, familiar faces.
Libra stood at the altar, preparing for the service. He smiled as the pair approached, and began his speech. Kit wasn't listening. He looked down at Lissa, entranced. He could tell she was doing the same to him.
Eventually, when the vows were said, the two of them turned to face each other, and heard the words they had been waiting for.
"You may now kiss the bride."
Kit leaned down, pushing the veil aside, seeing Lissa's shining eyes staring up at him. She was smiling more than Kit had ever seen. He lay a hand on her cheek, and her arms came up and wrapped themselves around his neck. They kissed, holding each other close, relishing each other's warmth, enjoying each other's affection.
When they pulled apart, and the sound of the Shepherds' cheering only grew louder, the newlyweds looked out over the faces of the crowd. Olivia was smiling widely; Nowi was jumping up and down with excitement while Ricken laughed and smiled beside her; Even Kellam seemed to be being noticed as he rejoiced with the rest.
Tharja, however, sat at the back, hunched shoulders, arms folded, scowling at Lissa.
The rest of the evening was a blur. Kit could barely remember the party, all the congratulations and gifts from his friends. He stood on the balcony, staring up at the star-speckled night sky. Lissa smiled and took his hand, leading him inside.
For a long, long moment, everything was perfect.