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Fantasy Generic Fantasy RP (CLOSED)

Emmalia said, "Two weeks from today, we're going to have it by a river near the Cross estate, we'll have a guide for you when you arrive."
 
Aman nodded. "Sounds wonderful. I shall be there perfectly in time as requested. I was wondering when you'd finally be getting properly wedded." Aman smiled. "Once again, thank you for your help in this matter, and thank you for the invitation."
 
Emmalia grinned widely and then they said their goodbyes and left, going back to a carriage lent to them by Aman (considering that the beast had destroyed theirs). Once they were settled, Em said, "Well, it's actually happening now."
 
"I know, it's rather odd to know it's actually happening." Cal smiled and kissed her gently. "You'll finally be my wife after all this time."
 
"Yes, and you'll be my husband... Oh, and then we get the honey moon, too, that should be fun." Emmalia smirked and kissed his cheek coyly.
 
Callum smiled, knowing what Emmalia meant but decided to play with her a bit. "Oh yeah? And what exactly makes honeymoons so fun?"
 
"Well for however long we honeymoon, nobody bothers us, we get to go somewhere if we want, we have no responsibilities - you know, just relaxing." Emmalia decided to play along and see who would slip into innuendo first.
 
"That sounds wonderful, and peaceful. Not to mention only being in each others company, and no one else's. It'll be magical and romantic." Cal kissed her cheek.
 
"Oh, absolutely. We could drink as much wine as we wanted, just lay around all day and cuddle, anything we wished to do." Em nuzzled up against his shoulder, knowing he'd probably give in to innuendos and jokes soon.
 
Callum wrapped an arm around her waist and pulled Emmalia close. "I'm sure we'd do more than just that, love."
 
"Not sure. Maybe some deep kissing, some embracing... Since we'd be alone, we wouldn't even need to worry about being clothed for others..."
 
Callum grinned and kissed her again, a bit more passionately before pulling away. "Two weeks can't come fast enough."
 
Two weeks later, Emmalia was in the white dress Camilla had given her, and was speaking very urgently to Camilla as they walked towards where the wedding was to be held. "I know Callum and I have been practically married for a while, but I still feel like I might faint."
 
"A normal feeling for any bride on her wedding day." Camilla assured her. "As being practically your sister, I must simply tell you - suck it up." She gave a sweet smile. "You only have one wedding to Callum. Make it worth the memories."
 
"Well, it's not like you'll be disappointing many people. There's what, five guests? I'm sure as long as you stay longer than ten minutes no one could blame you for leaving. You two have always been rather... Unorthodox. We all understand that."
 
EMmalia nodded. "Yeah, especially since Aman, Ygrid, and Mathias don't even know I'm a Lady by birth. They probably think it's more than a little odd. But oh well. There will be alcohol, food, and musicians, so it should be fine." She blushed, then said, "I just have to remember not to have too much alcohol myself."
 
"Even if you do, it's not like anyone will care. Hell, everyone will probably be drunk off their asses, so I doubt they'll notice if you are too." Camilla smiled softly.
 
Emmalia nodded as they arrived just out of sight of the guests, priest, and Callum himself. Mathias was waiting for her, and while Camilla walked past to join the people waiting, Em took a few steadying breaths, then took Mathias's arm. Someone had to walk her down the aisle, and who better than her brother-in-arms? Each step was measured and dignified, though Em was smiling and blushing profusely, especially when she saw Callum. Neither of them had seen the other in their wedding clothes, so it was a mutual shock. After what seemed like an instant to Emmalia, Mathias let her go and returned to the sidelines, leaving her in front of Callum and the priest.
 
Callum had been standing rather awkwardly for the past while, as he awaited Emmalia to show. He had never felt this excited or nervous at the same time and wished to see his bride. When she finally arrived, his eyes lit up and he felt a new energy rush through him. As Emmalia approached and soon stood with him, he held her hands and stared deep into her eyes. The priest began to speak, but Callum was simply lost in Emmalia's eyes. Soon, he found himself at the point where he needed to speak. When asked, Callum, full of emotion, said, "I do."
 
Emmalia was almost shaking with excitement and emotion. When she finally heard the cue, her eyes welled up as Callum said his part, then she took a deep breath and said, "I do." After that she was smiling too hard to speak anyway, but she didn't need to. The priest said, "Then I now pronounce you man and wife. You may kiss the bride."
 
Callum almost didn't hear the priest say his part, too enveloped in happiness from Emmalia's words. But he knew what was coming anyway, and pulled Emmalia in as well as closing the distance, pressing his lips to hers passionately; to his wife's lips passionately.
 
Emmalia didn't hesitate in returning the kiss wholeheartedly. She wrapped her arms around his waist and held him close while they kissed. Even when they finally had to part, she held him close, pressing her head against his chest and holding him tightly while tears of joy ran down her face. Now they were legally married, and since death was the only stipulation, they were permanently bound forever - not that they had ever needed legality. She quietly said, "I love you so much, you're the best husband anyone could ask for, and you're mine."
 

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