Only the Stars Remember pt.3
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The past three quintents had been filled with arrangements and preparations. Keith and Lance had been travelling between the Galra Empire and Altea several times getting used to each other’s terrain, people, and of course, helping with preparations.
Keith remained passive and quiet, tense whenever he was around too many Alteans. Lance was stoic and serious when he was around the Galra, but playful and childish around his own people.
After a day of being shown around the Altean landscape and greeting families that Keith was expected to recognize by heart, the Queen and Empress pulled them aside and ushered them back to the castle.
“The wedding is tomorrow, and we haven’t discussed the ritual,” Keith’s mother fussed. They looked at each other in confusion. “Galra and Altean marriage customs are different, and we have to decide how the ceremony will go. What you’ll wear, and- have you even prepared any vows?”
Lance looked at Keith and shrugged. “Marry me for peace and whatnot?”
“Sure. Back at you.” He looked at his mother. “Done.” He wasn’t sure, but the Queen seemed to twitch, and his mother growled.
“My princes,” the Empress said with waning patience. “This wedding must be taken seriously. Vows are an essential part both in Galran and Altean unions. We have to figure out which customs we will use and teach the other the process of the ritual. You both must take this seriously.”
Keith sighed and his ears flattened against his skull. Lance’s hand immediately went behind his ear, scratching him. Within the past few quintents, he’d grown quite comfortable around his Galran fiancé and often tended to pet him or scratch his ears in reaction to the movement of his ears. Keith grumbled and slapped his hand away.
“Okay, well what vows do we make? We don’t love each other. We’re doing this for peace. We can’t be faithful if we want to allow the lineage to continue. What can we possibly say?” he pointed out.
“As for what we wear and what custom to use… why not blend them? I’ll wear Galran wedding attire, Keith will wear Altean, and the ceremony will be a mix of both customs. A literal culture clash,” Lance suggested.
The women shared a look before turning back to their sons. “That actually sounds like a good halfway point,” the Empress said. “Queen Malya will see to Keith’s clothes, and I will see to yours, Prince Lance.” Keith and Lance nodded, the reality of the union to come finally setting in. Keith felt nauseous, and Lance had become solemn.