Today's song was Jeff Williams' "All That Matters". Yeah, I know, the lyrics are a bit off regarding the fic… But I'm listening to it mostly for the calm love vibes it has.
Blake was… nervous of course. And beaming with joy. And incredulous. And overall, confused by the storm of emotions that she was experiencing H24 since last month. How could she even think about remaining calm? She had meticulously planned each and every aspect of the ceremony, but now was D-day. Or W-day, considering that she was about to get married.
Thinking about it still felt irreal. This wedding would break… so much old traditions that it was a miracle it was even authorized. Smiling, she thought about the incredible conjecture of happenings that had made it possible: first of all, the old king's sudden death before his only heiress could be married, putting the kingdom's reins in the hands of a strong-willed woman. Second, said woman's decision to ennoble what was at this time a clandestine female squire into the first ever knight woman, and to replace the old court councilor by the jester's daughter that was displaying quite impressive skills in managing the whole territory.
Third was of course, her naming as the High Marshal of Darkness to which she was still thinking as a fond memory. Her chance to meet the Aegis of justice, the angel that had kindly and patiently accompanied her firsts steps on the path for the kingdom's protection. That had in fact, accompanied every step she had made since their encounter… the memory of Light engraved in her heart. The woman that was now waiting for her at the altar, probably as nervous as she currently was.
And last but not least, was each time death choose to wait, refusing to take any of them away from the living world despite the numerous battlefields they had known, side to side.
She checked her reflection one last time, once again admiring the court dressmakers' talent in the delicates swirls of her amaranthine dress. They had found a subtle balance between Faunuses and human traditions, making the bust simple and form-fitting while the skirt was much more evanescent. She flattened the lasts folds on her dark evening gloves, slightly tilted the golden circlet on her forehead, loving the deep reflections in the sapphire that was decorating it, and finally spared a smile for the simple, golden earrings that her mother had lent to her on that special occasion. Something old, something new, something blue, something borrowed… As a black cat, she probably shouldn't have been that superstitious.
But she couldn't just push back her entrance again and again. The music was starting to play, and she had to make her firsts steps in the garden. She didn't want her fiancée to think that she was backing out. She breathed deeply, and finally got in the brilliant sun. They had chosen to celebrate their marriage secluded, in the castle gardens, and the only one present were both families, the Queen, her councilor and the jester. There was no priest, as none of them had wanted to celebrate what they called 'a blasphemy' and the Queen herself was presiding the ceremony in her capacity of the church's head.
The rest of the ceremony passed in a blur… The vibrant benediction of their parents, the Queen's quick informal address about their loyalty and the happiness she wished them, the pristine white of Yang's suit rivaling with the altar's splendor, the bridesmaid which was actually Yang's young squire…
They had, in what seemed a lifetime ago, sworn to share each other's death. But here, in a sunny garden surrounded by friends and family, they swore to share each other's life.
An entire world of opportunities opened before them, a world where the Light had merged in with the Dark.
I'm a little bit disappointed on this one… Turns out a little less how I thought it'd be. Also a little more far-fetched regarding the theme, but I really wanted to construct a mirror with the previous fic so…
Anyway, hope you'll like it. And as always, I'll see you tomorrow