When the day finally arrives, it's nothing like she had always imagined it would be. For now, she stands outside the large cathedral doors, alone, save for the two young fledglings behind her to carry the train of her veil, listening to the music swelling in the room in front of her.
The music, of course, is the same, as is the ceremony itself- those would never have been in question anyway. Her hair falls in graceful waves over her shoulders, a halo of shimmering white gold circling her brow and keeping the wisps framing her face in place. That much she had had control over.
The dress, while perfectly fitted to her slim frame, is ornate, covered in glittering white and gold gems that seem to reflect the light each time she shifts. It was 'fitting', she had been told, that the Archangel should be the centerpiece, and while she agreed that the bride should never have to steal the show on her wedding day, she hadn't expected to literally shimmer with every step. The jewels up her neck had also been chosen long ago. Fine, of course. Her mother had worn them once, afterall. Dove had just expected a simpler dress...and gardens... maybe a man who actually cherished her and and wanted her as an eternal partner.
At least the Demon King wasn't entirely heinous. Their brief public appearances had been...civil, if not a little awkward, and while she was still sure the gifts she had been sent had been his council's doing, they had been...well received. So much so that she had insisted a few of the flowers from the most recent arrangement be tucked into her bouquet...the bouquet currently keeping her hands from shaking. She, in return, had sent her own gifts to the Low, but the hardest to part with, by far, had been the one she had sent just hours before the flurry of wedding day activity began- her late brother's dagger.
She supposed she wasn't truly parting with it... not really. This union was to be forever,and... well... what hers would soon be his anyway.
Her heart leaps to her throat and nearly stops beating altogether when the music shifts to her song, and her wings go tense behind her. In the moments before the doors groan open, she closes her eyes, focusing not on the shuffling of their guests standing to greet her, but on the promise of good to come from it all. This will end the war and their people's suffering... that she can focus on.
Wedding Day
For now, she stands outside the large cathedral doors, alone, save for the two young fledglings behind her to carry the train of her veil, listening to the music swelling in the room in front of her.
The music, of course, is the same, as is the ceremony itself- those would never have been in question anyway. Her hair falls in graceful waves over her shoulders, a halo of shimmering white gold circling her brow and keeping the wisps framing her face in place. That much she had had control over.
The dress, while perfectly fitted to her slim frame, is ornate, covered in glittering white and gold gems that seem to reflect the light each time she shifts. It was 'fitting', she had been told, that the Archangel should be the centerpiece, and while she agreed that the bride should never have to steal the show on her wedding day, she hadn't expected to literally shimmer with every step. The jewels up her neck had also been chosen long ago. Fine, of course. Her mother had worn them once, afterall. Dove had just expected a simpler dress...and gardens... maybe a man who actually cherished her and and wanted her as an eternal partner.
At least the Demon King wasn't entirely heinous. Their brief public appearances had been...civil, if not a little awkward, and while she was still sure the gifts she had been sent had been his council's doing, they had been...well received. So much so that she had insisted a few of the flowers from the most recent arrangement be tucked into her bouquet...the bouquet currently keeping her hands from shaking. She, in return, had sent her own gifts to the Low, but the hardest to part with, by far, had been the one she had sent just hours before the flurry of wedding day activity began- her late brother's dagger.
She supposed she wasn't truly parting with it... not really. This union was to be forever,and... well... what hers would soon be his anyway.
Her heart leaps to her throat and nearly stops beating altogether when the music shifts to her song, and her wings go tense behind her. In the moments before the doors groan open, she closes her eyes, focusing not on the shuffling of their guests standing to greet her, but on the promise of good to come from it all. This will end the war and their people's suffering... that she can focus on.