[ Drabble requested by @gameswillbeplayed . Medieval AU/Arranged marriage/Fantasy ]
"His Majesty has come to the wrong room, perhaps."
A sharp scent of incent welcomed Light, embosoming him in opulent fumes that caressed his eyelids and led his golden heels to rest upon a set of oriental-patterned pillows. His shallow breath echoed through the velvety vault of stars, where a solitary opalescent figure lurked unnoticed.
Light sprawled across the cushions, considering for a moment to doze away in kaleidoscopic dreams in the Room of Justice.
Complex engravings of an electric blue Scorpio fighting a rainbow Pisces emerged from a red cup adorned the center of the floor ─ an admonishment for future generations.
"I am marrying Amane, tomorrow." Light stared up at the floating figure above, drinking in the unreadable expression of the ghost of King L. "An arranged marriage our families deci..."
"A scheme in Kira's dreams," L concluded, biting on the nail of his right thumb. Even if ghosts made no sound, Light remembered how torturing it was when the man was alive. "First, the kingdom. Then, the progeny."
"Sulking doesn't suit the incredible deeds of our dear defunct King, L," Light smirked, eyes red as vivid as the color painting the cup. "Or are you envious as you never savored the pleasure of marriage?"
"Above all the women in the reign, I wonder why you chose her, His Majesty."
In response to L's observation, the center of the floor trembled. The engraving crumbled down, surrendering to an obscure wave of bubbles emerging from the core of Earth. Even the vault screamed in silence, and stars hid away their light, letting a corpse ascend from the putrid ocean.
It was the dead body of L as the ghost could shockingly tell ─ wrapped in candid clothing and wearing such a lucent skin hard to tell it was dead.
But before the ghost could even process his shock, the vision molded into the petite frame of a woman with long blond hair.
"My Light!" She squealed in a high-pitched tone as the dark bubbles retracted while she happily hopped toward her soon-to-be husband. "I know where you were hiding! Nervous about tomorrow?" She sat on the pillows beside Light, who let her crawl in his arms as soon as he opened them.
"Nervous? How could I be?" He smiled his fakest smile, the vanilla scent of the future bride canceling the leftovers of the incense. "Fate chose us to be united in one body, soon. Our family's decision was for the best."
L watched the couple with the same expression he wore on his last breath ─ the culmination of victory.
No one could enter the Room of Justice aside from Light and L. The vault of stars would immediately neglect the entrance to those whose skins weren't the elected ones. But the woman just crossed the line wearing his dead identity.
Amane Misa was a shapeshifter, so... She probably had a role in the conspiracy against him, that saw him dying in the embrace of Kira and proclaiming Light as the new King.
"Even if you don't love me now, my love would be enough for us." Misa said, unable to see the translucent form descending from the vault to look closely at the couple. "My body will always be yours and will carry your heirs, my Kira, my Light."
The new King's eyes narrowed to slit as his gaze wandered from L to Misa, smirking. The last finishing touch of his plans would be complete as soon as Misa became the new Queen.
Then, softly kissing the girl's lips he whispered, "I will give you the life of your dreams, Amane, my Queen.".
"Long live the King." L murmured with bemused skepticism before disappearing into tiny stars. Ready to witness the legendary deeds of Kira from the AfterLife and his fights against those who will soon come to hinder his path. "Kira."
