you always knew that you were to marry bucky. i mean, it was practically written in your birth right. you were born a few years after bucky. and as soon as you were, his parents immediately took the offer of an arranged marriage. but it wasn’t supposed to come so quickly. bucky’s dad decided to step down from the throne early, which means bucky is to become king. which means he needs a wife.

luckily, you two have met before. you grew up together, basically. your kingdoms are neighbors and your parents are friends. so you watched each other get older. it’s a little crazy.

now here you are. barely an adult, and it’s your wedding weekend. right now, it’s the rehearsal dinner. there’s already around four hundred people in the ballroom where it’s being held. you don’t even know half of them. and you haven’t even seen bucky yet, and you got here this morning.

but it is beautiful, you have to admit. the dazzling, warm lighting, everyone dressed at their finest, the anticipation of the wedding tomorrow, the moonlight outside, the chatter, the music, the food, all of it. your stomach turns, trying to process that it’s all real.