Wrote this at 2am on my phone because I was listening to Voila's Something Blue and our favorite yearning Necromancer came to mind
~ Wedding Wrecking with Fluff ~
"Thank you for your blessing today Master Volkarin." Percival Balaste, a junior Mourn Watcher and the day's groom smiled brightly.
As a senior Mourn Watcher, it was both his duty and his honor to bestow blessings on the behalf of the order to those getting married.
Though that day, he was feeling more duty-bound.
"Of course." Emmrich bowed his head slightly.
"I was wondering if you would do me a favor." Percival asked, suddenly timid.
"Could you bestow the blessing on my bride? I want her to feel welcomed into Nevarra." He asked.
Emmrich stiffened. He smiled tightly. "Of course. That's very thoughtful."
He left the groom still smiling. He took a deep breath.
He hadnt felt this type of foreboding and nervousness since his induction ceremony into the Mourn Watch.
The Florius clan of Minrathous had sent their daughters to Nevarra to be amongst the noble houses more. Both daughters had an affinity for magic, though not the necromantic kind.
Didn't prevent Vera from taking classes from the Mourn Watch. He hadn't been a teacher for her but they had been introduced by a colleague.
She would seek him out afterwards with questions about his ability. Questions that he didn't know how to answer at times.
These passing by turned into sitting for tea (coffee for the lady) and going for walks as he showed her around the different parts of Nevarra that didnt fall under the nobles interest, to exploring parts of the Grand Necropolis (after much pleading on her part and hesitance on his).
There hadn't been a day that they didn't at least see each other.
Emmrich was in front of the bridal door.
They both had forgotten that her main reason for being there was to make an alliance. A marital one.
Strengthening the ties between Minrathous and Nevarra. Political protection and status for a Nevarran noble. Strong mage blood ties for her family.
When she told him her parents had matched her with Percival...his heart had sunk to the bottom of his stomach. He didn't miss the disappointment in her eyes but what could he do?
He was far too old for her. Percival was young and quite an adept necromancer. Vera could live a long life with him.
"Miss Florius? I've come with a blessing from the Mourn Watch." He said through the door.
Another stretch of silence.
Until finally a soft, "Come in."
Taking another steadying breath, Emmrich let himself in.
The first thing that struck him was that there was no one else in the room besides Vera.
A bride getting ready alone? Most unheard of.
But Vera could be surprisingly unconventional at times.
She was sitting at the vanity. Her wedding dress was still on the mannequin. It was an hour until the ceremony and her hair and makeup were done.
Her hair was up in a tight bun with bejeweled hair sticks inside. Her makeup enhanced her natural features without drowning her in color. Her lips colored to fully show the shape and plumpness.
Flashes of memories of her lips against his. Urgent. Sweet.
Her eyes were glossy with unshed tears and red.
She wore devastation beautifully and Emmrich felt his heart ache.
She stood when she noticed him. The robe she was wearing rippled like water when she moved.
She clasped her hands in front of her.
Perfectly poised like a proper young lady of a noble house.
His grip on his staff tightened. A bride should never look so miserable on her wedding day.
"How are you feeling Miss Florius?" He asked.
Vera looked at him for a long moment, deciding on what to say before finally landing on, "Cold."
As if to emphasize the point, she wrapped her arms around herself. The true meaning wasnt lost on him but he couldn't dwell on words unspoken.
"My apologies. Even in the Summer, Nevarra carries a chill with it." Emmrich said. What was he even talking about? He leaned his staff against the wall and grabbed the throw blanket that was on the nearby chair.
He could feel her stare burning into his face as he placed the blanket around her shoulders, holding it together in front of her. He should let go. He shouldnt look up.
"I wish it was you instead." She said softly.
Emmrich's head snapped up then.
The yearning in her eyes were something he couldn't ignore.
He drew her into his arms. She clung to him like he was a lifeline in the middle of a stormy sea.
"Please Emmrich. Please take me from here." She pleaded into him.
"Do you know what you're asking?" He asked. His voice calm, contradicting the chaos he felt within himself. "Young Master Balaste can live a long life with you." Longer than he will.
"I want you. I want a life with you." She pulled her face out of his chest and looked up at him. "I love you."
Whatever reason he could have came up with to deny her went out the window. He had never seen someone look so earnestly at him while declaring their love. It wasn't a desperate attempt to get out of this wedding. Her words were filled with their shared time the past half year and the promise for more of that.
He leaned down and kissed her. Lingering. Savoring.
"I love you, my darling Vera." He said back.
Emmrich and Vera stood at the altar together. After calling off the wedding with Balaste, they had to do damage control.
Simultaneously, they planned for their own wedding together. Despite the love that Vera had her family, she made it clear to both them and Emmrich that she loved him more.
The guilt that Emmrich felt about wrecking a fellow Mourn Watcher's potential marriage had lessened each day. It was hard to feel bad when Vera held his hand.
"This union is now sealed before the eyes of your friends and family. May love follow you through your days together until death." The officiant finished.
"And beyond it." Vera promised soft enough for only him to hear.
They had talked about Emmrich becoming a Lich. He had scrapped that plan while he and Vera planned for their wedding.
Who would want to be bound to a Lich until their own dying days?
Emmrich kissed her. His wife.
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