"Would you stop fidgeting? Spirit, Darcie, I never thought you to be nervous." Raina nudged her cousin's shoulder and smiled at her in the mirror.
Darcie puffed out a breath, blowing one of the few strands of hair that had been left out of her updo. Her fingers dropping away from the sashes that were draped across her body. One of purple and one of deep navy blue.
"It's less that I'm nervous… But more…"
"Fearful?" Julie provided from where she lounged upon the loveseat, cocking an eyebrow.
"I suppose that's one way to explain it." She replied, clasped her hands together behind her back, turning her eyes, once more, toward the full-length mirror in the corner.
"You have nothing to worry about, Darcie. Nothing is going to go wrong. This is your day to shine." Raina placed a hand on her cousin's shoulder, glancing slightly towards Julie and jerked her head a bit in an attempt to get the other woman to come and stand with her and her sister.
Julie blinked and quickly rose, going to stand on the other side of her elder sister. A small grin forming on her features.
"Everythings going to be fine, sœur and besides, you look beautiful. Alexander won't believe his eyes when he sets them upon you."
"As you say…"
"She's right, Darcie. For once." Raina joked, causing Darcie to chuckle.
"Darcie! We've got to get moving, it's almost time!" Isabella called from below.
Taking a final breath, Darcie adjusted her dress before looking toward the other two women in the room. They each, in turn, gave the bride to be a bright grin and a firm nod of encouragement. This is all she needed to get out the door and towards the man that had won her heart on a cold December evening upon a frozen lake.
"Get tha' damn thing off, you aren't going in there looking like tha'." Spoke Garth, the bearded Northerner gently shook his head.
"Wha-.. why not, it's the best coat I have." Alexander responded, tugging gently at his signature red coat.
"I shouldn't have to tell you why you can't wear tha' out there, now come on." Garth tossed a pure white coat, a stark contrast to the deep red one the Daen had previously held. "Put this one on, and do something different with your hair, it's your big day, try and look sharp."
"There is nothing wrong with my hair and you know it." The man would say, slipping the coat over his head. "Besides, there isn't a point in the day I don't look sharp, sharper than you anyway." Despite the man's lighthearted words, Alexander began to slowly pace, his hands tapping idly on his thighs.
Garth raised a brow as he saw this, leaning against a nearby wall before speaking. "Nervous? Not like you to be pacing around like tha'." The man's words were teasing, though did have perhaps a hint of sincerity to them.
Alexander sighed, planting his hands in his pockets as he turned to a nearby window, gazing out over the forest that sprawled out nearby. "Ever since I met her Garth I've dreamed of this day, even when it seemed nigh impossible to happen, I always had a little hope, now here I am, about to go out and marry the woman of my dreams." He turned, the Daen's deep blue eyes falling on the Northern man once more. "So si, I am a tad nervous I suppose."
Garth blinked a few times as if he was thinking of some profound rebuttal that would ease the worries of the Daendroque man. He opened his mouth to offer up the wise words he had spent those moments conjuring, "You're a pansy."
Alexander looked at the man for a few solid seconds, before just letting out a deep and genuine laugh, they may not have been thought out well or even meant to be helpful, but the words eased his worries, at least a little. "Suppose I am Garth, suppose I am."
The Cathedral had been decorated simply, yet formally at the bride's request. The guests themselves milled about in the pews, quietly talking amongst themselves, and yet one could certainly feel the excitement in the air. However, there were those wedding guests who appeared uneasy, almost as they were all collectively holding their breaths, awaiting the bride's arrival. And then- the bells began to toll loud and clear, announcing her arrival. The doors swung open and in the bridal party came.
First was Isabella and Esmeralda Miramonte, cousin and aunt to the bride. Following close behind them were Raina and her husband, Garth, also cousins. Then there was Benjamin Miramonte, dressed formally and smartly in his Naval attire. The onlookers smiled to themselves, watching as each family member moved down the aisle and towards the frontmost pews. As Benjamin took his spot, they turned their eyes toward the entranceway, waiting expectantly.
It would be a minute or so before Juliette, guiding her young daughter, Ellora, along by the hand. A very small smile was on her features as she reached the end of the line of pews and took her spot, turning her head towards the entranceway, her smile widening.
And then finally it was as if those who held their breaths, all released in unison as Darcie appeared upon the arm of a black haired, deep blue-eyed man who wore a suit of white and purple. The man's expression was that of complete and utter calm as he walked along beside the beaming bride.
As they drew closer, Darcie's head tilted slightly upward and her smile visibly widened as she and the man stopped before the altar. The male lifted her hand from his arm and gestured for Alexander to approach. Giving the Daen a pointed look, he placed Darcie's hand into his awaiting one.
"Do not make me regret this, boy." Were the simple words that escaped the male in white and purple before seeming to exchange a look with Darcie. He stepped back and moved to join Juliette and her daughter in the pew.
The couple knelt before the Reverend and the ceremony began. The Reverend smiled towards the two of them as he placed a laurel crown upon each of their heads before moving on. The holy man's voice was strong and clear as he called out each of the blessings, dipping his thumb into the holy water and anointing the couple's foreheads in the shape of the Unionistic eye. As the call of the final creed rang out, the Reverend gestured for the two to rise before loudly proclaiming,
"May the Spirit gaze down upon you both as you begin your new lives together, I pronounce you man and wife! You may kiss the bride!"
The couple turned to face each other, clear grins upon their features as they embraced and shared a chaste, but clearly, love filled kiss.
Alexander was the first to pull away and offer Darcie one of his arms, which she gladly took and out of the cathedral the two went, leading the wedding goers off to the planned festivities once the joyous event was concluded.
-Alexander Donsly and Darcie Miramonte are now married and Alexander has taken on the Miramonte last name.
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