✩ ᵕ̈ ིྀ ! ♯ ❝ THE WEDDING; ❞ •˙ 🦢 ⌗ ⊱
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🫧REGIS FLOYEN:
˖⋆࿐໋ ⋆REGIS WOULD want a wedding where your happy, if you wished for a small wedding, no problem, he would invite only those closes to him and you, if you wished for a big wedding, many nobles would come, after all who wouldnt want to see the glimpse of the new Duchess in a pretty dress?
He would make sure everything shall be perfect for you, after all, he would do anything in his power to see you smiling with him. To feel the happiness you once had in your marrige before everything turned upside down.
Even if he saw you once before, in the same lovley dress, the same smile, the teary Beautiful eyes looking at his blue ones that were widen once again, cheeks dusted pink as he watched his now once again wife make her way twords him.
He held your hand, delicately as he could not look away from you, kissing away your tears as the pope read the vows, his eyes too began to fill with tears, a few drops fell onto the floor as many nobles gasped at such scene. The cold duke crying?! That shall be the tale for many years.
But he didnt care, how could he? When his lovely partner was once again in his arms, after all the pain, he promised himself that he wont ever let something happen to you.
🫧CLAUDE DE ALGER OBELIA;
˖⋆࿐໋ ⋆CLAUDE AS AN emperor would held a grand wedding, dressed in the Imperial colours, a golden crown on his head while his red cape followed his every movement.
He designed a special crown, just for his empress, the one that shined like the moon, as he represented the sun. While in reality you were his sun, while he was the earth, if sometimes dares to happen to you, he shall slowly die, like his memories of you.
While ofcourse ATHANASIA, the now crown princess of the Obelia empire, would be all dolled up in a rosy dress, making the flowers dance along side of you as you made your way twords the pope and him.
He firmly held your hand as he watched the pope with narrow cold Diamond eyes, tapping his foot as the pope began to read faster and stuttered every once a while, under the cold gaze of the emperor.
Claude did not smile, but there was a fiant smirk on his lips as he watched your hand now hold, his wedding ring, many say that they could see for a split moment how the emperor’s jeweled eyes shined under your warmth.
🫧IZEK VAN OMERTA;
˖⋆࿐໋ ⋆IZEK WOULD marry you after the bedding was done, that is when your official wedding planning will start, now in his family name you will be rememberd as a true member, DUCHESS [NAME] VAN OMERTA.
The wedding would be on the smaller side, just close friends and family, his sister and father would of course help plan anything needed, while the closest knights may tease how the Cold duke was now smitted by you, even if they had to shut up after izek glared at them.
He would gently rub your knuckles with his thumb, not taking his eyes off you and your beauty, how you look like a true angel sent from heaven just for him, on that day, he swore to protect you from any harm that may be done to you.
While the pope began to talk, izek did not listen to half of what he said, he simply just started at you, almost wanting to smile, which he did later on., but now, he gently grabbed your cheeks as he leaned down to kiss you, first time as his official duchess.
He gently held the hand that was now decorated with your wedding ring, swirling it around as the painter painted the two beauties, his gaze never leaving you or your beautiful smile as you tease him for staring so much.
🫧NORA NURNBERGER
˖⋆࿐໋ ⋆ NORA WOULD freeze once he saw you, dressed up as the finest doll, glammed to perfection, not that you werent already perfect to him, but now you truly looked divine, too divine.
He held his breath, watching you close your eyes, a calm smile on your face as you slowly look up at him, [e/c] eyes looking with so much love at his deep blue eyes, he felt his whole face turn a deep color, eyes wide as his lips parted.
A shaky hand gently fixed your hair as you murmured a small ’thank you’, before he leaned down to kiss your knuckles, watching you giggle at him before turning to the pope with a head nodd.
But Nora did not let go of your hand as he turned his head to look at the pope, slightly pulling twords you, as he watched you glance at him with a small smile and a little shake, watching your soon to be husband already smitted by you.
Afterward’s you smiled at Nora, posing for his paining in your wedding gown, watching him as he focused on every small detail about you, showing off your beauty, how the light seemed to do wanders for your reflection and how he can proudly call you his wife.