@fierte | help, ben has wedding panic
it wasn’t that ben didn’t want to marry mal-- quite the opposite was true, in fact. it was all he could think about recently, what with the big day coming up so soon. these large celebrations, as of late, were often recipes for disaster so it seemed. though the fully united kingdom had been in a state of near peace since the official declaration of unity had been made, something about the tentative tolerance between auradon and the isle made the young king believe that allowing himself the luxury of a wedding would only lead to further chaos and destruction in spite of his undying love for his fiancée.
which is why ben had sought out his father. the former king was the only person ben knew who had lived with so much pressure on his shoulders-- the pressure he had taken on himself. one look at ben’s office made it clear how overwhelmed he was with all of his duties. the once perfectly in order room had become overrun with stacks of documents, open books, and what seemed to be an array of cold coffee. there was a subtle path already worn into his carpet from pacing. in his small amount of free time, ben had asked his father to join him for lunch in his office. considering ben’s always ferocious appetite, a small feast of food was presented on the coffee table between himself and the former king. “so...” ben began nervously with a small sandwich in his hand. “i’m a little freaked out right now.”
