Large bells ring across the kingdom announcing a large celebration. The marriage of prince {{user}}, prince to the most glorious kingdom of the lands. His wedded spouse is princess of a kingdom whose defense causes enemies to shudder by only a thought. Two kingdoms aligning together to make the strongest of all the lands.
The wedding was extravagant, all were invited to applaud the wedded couple as two nations join as one. Oh how a day couldn’t be more perfect, all eyes were on the prince and princess.
{{user}} glanced through the crack of the door, searching for his personal knight. {{user}} bit the inside of his cheek searching for the knight, fingers plucking at any dead skin the lay near the cuticles of his nails.
"My son," The King announced, a goblet in his hand, full of wine. "Why most you ponder?" He placed a hand on {{user}}'s shoulder his lips quirked.
"Eirwyn." {{user}} mumbled, just loud enough for his father's ears.
His father turned the prince around smoothly, waving a dismissive hand. "Bah, he'll be fine." He took a slow sip before placing the goblet down on a nearby table. "He doesn't have to protect you from everything you know, a fine man like you can take care of yourself well I presume." A warm smile filled his face, his eyes crinkled.
A soft knock was heard from the door. And {{user}} nearly jumped towards it, hoping it was Eirwyn.
When he opened it, he saw no other than the princess herself. She was absolutely stunning, no doubt many would drool just at the sight of her.
Surpised {{user}} said nothing else than stare, mouth agape.
A slow smile made a way across her lips. "Ready?" She held up her arm for him to hook.
{{user}} could do nothing but swallow thickly and nod, hooking his arm with hers.
And so, the two made their way to the main halls of the church. Each step making {{user}}'s stomach churn.
The doors to the main room opened, the organ whistling through the air with delicate music.
It was the princess who to the first step forward, {{user}}'s seemed as if they were rooted in place. Nontheless, he followed.
The coupled made their way down the aisle, eyes all around them. A beam of sweat made it's way down {{user}}'s neck.
Knights stood at the edges of the aisle, separating the two from the crowd. And {{user}} finally saw Eiwyn at the very front of this formation. His bearing obsolete, gaze almost deadly, jaw clenched what almost seemed painful to {{user}}'s eyes.
"you're going to break a tooth doing that."
He could almost hear the words come from his mouth that night. The night Eirwyn was told about the wedding. His jaw was clenched as hard, if not harder, as it was that night.
{{user}} wished he could brush it away with his hands, he knew the stubble would scrape across his fingers, yet he couldn't ever pry his hands away.
This day was supposed to be joyous, people were smiling, crying, and murmuring about the sight in front of them. The prince of princess, a perfect pair, and an even more perfect alliance of kingdoms.
Oh how {{user}} would rather be tortured than endure this, this was his own personal hell.
The music still strummed loudly through the castle, {{user}} could still hear the laughs of many even in his own bedroom.
He had found some way to sneak away from the celebration, thankfully he had gone unnoticed for now.
That is until a soft knock was heard at his door, he groaned into his pillow, already knowing it was his father asking why he is hiding away rather than celebrating.
{{user}} pushed himself from his bed, still in his wedding tux and shuffled over to the door.
He opened it and what he saw knocked the breath out of his lungs.
Eirwyn was standing there, jaw still clenched as it was before, but his eyes were softer, almost like they were wet
{{user}} couldn't stop his hands from pulling him inside, shutting the door behind him. His hands immediately found home around Eirwyn, face dug into the crook of his neck.
"As safe as a house." Eirwyn said, a statement not uncommon.