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Diamond Of The First Water

In the aftermath of war, Paradis finds itself in need of powerful alliances. When Emperor Armand of Valoria offers his military aid in exchange for the hand of his daughter, Princess Solina, in marriage, Captain Levi Ackerman is thrust into an engagement that begins as a political strategy but soon becomes something much deeper.

Princess Solina, sheltered from the world and unaware of the realities of love and war, finds herself drawn to Levi—the man known as Humanity’s Strongest Soldier. As they navigate royal customs, public expectations, and the growing threat of Marley, the bond between them deepens into a genuine connection.

But neither Solina nor Levi are prepared for the challenges of a political marriage, the weight of intimacy, and the secrets that lie beneath the surface. As Solina enters a new life with Levi, her naivety is tested, and Levi faces a battle unlike any he’s fought before—the fight to protect his heart.

Can their love flourish in the midst of war, duty, and danger? Or will the forces conspiring against them tear them apart before they can find peace? (Levi x OC)

Chapter Twenty Three

The morning sun spilled through the lace curtains of Solina’s bedroom in the Rose House, casting a golden glow on the most important day of her life. She stirred awake, her heart already beating a little faster with excitement and nerves. She turned her head to the left, where her wedding dress stood proudly on the mannequin—a masterpiece of intricate embroidery and delicate craftsmanship. The massive gown seemed to sparkle in the light, as if it was alive with magic, a dress worthy of the Diamond of Valoria. The long cathedral veil cascaded down like a waterfall, pooling elegantly at the base of the mannequin.

Solina sat up slowly, her fiery red hair falling in soft waves over her shoulders. Today was the last time she’d wake up in her room in the Rose House. The thought tugged at her heart, bittersweet and beautiful. She looked around at the familiar space that had been her sanctuary, filled with memories of her family, her music, and her journey into womanhood. Everything would change after today, but she found solace in knowing it was Levi waiting for her at the end of the aisle.

As she ran her fingers over the soft fabric of her blanket, the door creaked open, and Lady Solana stepped in. Solana’s emerald robe fluttered lightly as she moved, her hair still unstyled but her face glowing with pride and warmth. She carried herself with her usual regal grace, but her eyes betrayed her emotions. Sitting on the edge of Solina’s bed, she reached out to brush a strand of hair from her daughter’s face.

“Good morning, my darling,” Lady Solana said softly, her voice thick with emotion. “Today is the day.”

Solina smiled, though tears pricked her eyes. “Good morning, Mother.”

Solana studied her daughter for a moment, her eyes traveling from Solina’s serene face to the wedding dress. Her lips trembled slightly as she placed a hand over her heart. “You look so calm, Solina. How do you feel?”

“Nervous,” Solina admitted with a light laugh. “But also… happy. I’m ready. I think I really am.”

Lady Solana’s eyes shimmered with unshed tears. “You are more than ready, my love. You will be a beautiful bride, and I know you’ll make Levi—and all of Valoria—so proud.”

At that, Solina leaned forward, wrapping her arms tightly around her mother. “I’ll miss you so much, Mother.”

Lady Solana hugged her back just as fiercely. “And I’ll miss you, my precious girl. But I am so proud of the woman you’ve become.” She pulled back slightly, her hands resting on Solina’s shoulders. “I have something for you.”

From the pocket of her robe, Lady Solana retrieved a small velvet pouch. She opened it to reveal a set of thin emerald bracelets, each one shining like droplets of dew in the morning sun. “These were a gift from your father when I became his Rose consort. They brought me good fortune and happiness with your father, and now, I want you to have them.”

Solina gasped softly, her hands trembling as she accepted the bracelets. She slid them onto her wrist, admiring how they complemented the engagement ring Levi had given her. “Thank you, Mother. I’ll cherish them always.”

Before Solana could reply, the door burst open, and a chorus of voices filled the room. Solomon, Soleil, Solenne, and Solandor all rushed in, their faces alight with excitement. “There she is, our beautiful bride-to-be!” Solomon exclaimed, pulling Solina into a brotherly hug.

“You look like an angel already,” Soleil added, her eyes twinkling.

The twins, Solandor and Solenne, clung to Solina’s arms, each vying for her attention. “We’re going to miss you so much, Sister!” Solandor said, his voice cracking slightly.

“I don’t want you to go,” Solenne whispered, her big eyes filled with tears.

Solina hugged them all, her heart swelling with love for her siblings. “I’ll miss you too. But you can always visit me. And Solomon will be with me in Paradis.”

“We’ll come as soon as we can,” Lady Solana promised, stroking her hair. “But don’t think for a second that Paradis will keep you to itself. We’ll always be your family.”

The tender moment was interrupted by a gentle knock on the door. One of Solina’s maids peeked in, bowing slightly. “Your Highness, breakfast is ready, and we’ll begin your preparations shortly.”

Lady Solana stood, smoothing her robe. “It’s time, my dear. You have a long day ahead of you.”

Solina took a deep breath, glancing one last time at her wedding dress before turning to her family. “Let’s make today perfect.”

As she left her room, surrounded by her loving family, Solina felt a surge of determination. No matter the nerves or the challenges ahead, she would walk down that aisle with grace, love, and pride. Today was the beginning of a new chapter, and she was ready to embrace it fully.

…

Meanwhile, the early morning light filtered through the thick curtains of Levi’s chambers, but he’d already been up long before the sun rose. Sitting on the daybed by the window, Levi stared out at the vast expanse of the Imperial Palace grounds. From his vantage point, he could see the edges of the Royal Gardens and, in the distance, the unmistakable silhouette of the Rose House. The house that Solina had called home her entire life.

By now, she must be awake, probably spending hours getting ready for the ceremony. Levi allowed himself a small smile, his sharp, stoic features softening slightly. He could only imagine how stunning she would look in her wedding gown. She always carried herself with grace, even when her anxiety got the better of her. But today, as nervous as he was, Levi was certain she would walk down the aisle with the same quiet strength that had captivated him over the past month.

He leaned back slightly, running a hand through his dark hair. The reality of the day ahead was settling in. He was getting married. Levi Ackerman—who had spent his entire adult life as Humanity’s Strongest Soldier, never imagining a life beyond the battlefield—was about to take a wife. And yet, despite the circumstances of their political arrangement, Levi couldn’t help but feel a spark of happiness. He wasn’t just marrying anyone; he was marrying Solina.

She was kind, patient, intelligent, and so much more than he had expected when he first learned about the arrangement. In fact, he doubted there was another person in the world who could balance the weight of being Valoria’s Diamond with the humility and warmth that Solina embodied. Levi sighed, resting his chin on his hand. How had he been so lucky?

Of course, Levi wasn’t oblivious to the larger implications of this marriage. It wasn’t just about him and Solina—it was about Paradis and Valoria. The Valorian military presence on Paradis would ensure their safety, and he knew the alliance was vital for their survival. And while he still wasn’t entirely clear on the Emperor’s intentions with the ice burst stone, Levi had come to trust that the Emperor genuinely wanted the best for his family and his people.

A sharp knock on the door broke Levi’s train of thought. “Come in,” he said, sitting up straighter.

The door opened to reveal Hange, Jean, and Armin, all looking far more awake and chipper than Levi had anticipated. Hange, as usual, was the first to speak, practically bouncing into the room. “Levi! The man of the hour!” she exclaimed, throwing her arms wide as if she were announcing him to an audience. “Can you believe it, Jean? Armin? Our Captain is getting married today!”

Jean smirked, crossing his arms as he leaned against the doorframe. “If you’d told me a month ago that zcaptain Levi would be excited about his political marriage, I would’ve called you crazy.”

Armin chuckled, his blue eyes warm with amusement. “I have to admit, Captain, you look... different. Happier.”

Levi rolled his eyes, though the corner of his mouth twitched in what might have been the beginnings of a smile. “I don’t know what you’re talking about,” he said dryly, standing and stretching slightly. “It’s just another day.”

“Just another day?” Hange repeated incredulously. “Levi, you’re getting married! You’re about to walk down the aisle and marry a princess, no less!”

Jean snickered. “And he’s actually happy about it. Admit it, Captain, Solina’s got you wrapped around her finger.”

Levi shot Jean a sharp look, though there was no real malice in it. “Keep talking, and I’ll make sure you’re the one cleaning up after this whole thing.”

Hange laughed, throwing an arm around Levi’s shoulders. “Oh, lighten up, Levi. We’re happy for you. Truly. After everything you’ve been through, you deserve this. And Solina—well, she’s amazing. Anyone can see that.”

Levi didn’t respond immediately, but the faintest hint of color rose to his cheeks. Hange’s words, though delivered in her usual playful tone, carried a weight of sincerity that he couldn’t ignore. He appreciated their support more than he let on.

Before the conversation could continue, a group of attendants entered the room, carrying Levi’s wedding attire. The uniform was a unique blend of his traditional scout uniform and the Valorian military attire. It was sleek, formal, and regal, with a sash that bore the colors of both Paradis and Valoria. A delicate rose pin sat on the lapel, a nod to Solina and the Rose House.

Jean whistled low. “Now that’s a look. You’re going to steal the show, Captain.”

Hange clapped her hands together. “Alright, let’s get him dressed! This is a momentous occasion!”

Levi groaned softly but didn’t protest as the attendants began helping him into the uniform. As they worked, his mind drifted once again to Solina. She was probably surrounded by her maids and family, preparing for her grand entrance. The thought brought a small, genuine smile to his face. He couldn’t wait to see her.

Once he was fully dressed, Levi stood in front of the mirror, adjusting the rose pin on his lapel. Hange, Jean, and Armin stood behind him, all grinning like proud parents. “You clean up nice, Levi,” Hange said, giving him a thumbs-up.

Levi shook his head but couldn’t suppress the warmth that spread through him. “Thanks,” he muttered, his voice softer than usual.

One of the attendants cleared his throat. “Captain Ackerman, it’s time to head to the Cathedral. Guests are beginning to arrive.”

Levi nodded, taking one last glance out the window toward the Rose House. Solina would be making her way to the Cathedral soon, and he would be waiting for her at the altar. As he turned to leave, a quiet determination settled over him. Today wasn’t just about duty or politics. Today was about starting a new chapter with Solina, the woman who had somehow found her way into his guarded heart.

And he was ready.

…

Back in the Rose House, Princess Solina stood motionless in front of the grand mirror, her breath caught in her chest. She was fully dressed now, and as her eyes scanned her reflection, she hardly recognized herself. Her wedding gown, the masterpiece she had envisioned during her fittings, now lived and breathed on her body like a dream made real. The shimmering white fabric, adorned with intricate embroidery and pearls, glistened softly in the sunlight filtering through the room’s lace-draped windows. Her long cathedral veil, its edges embroidered with delicate roses, flowed behind her, creating a regal aura that could only be described as divine.

Her emerald engagement ring sparkled brilliantly on her finger, perfectly complemented by the emerald bracelets her mother had given her earlier that morning and the thin choker that rested gently against her neck. Her makeup, done with precision and grace, accentuated her natural beauty with soft pink hues and a touch of gold to bring out the flecks in her green eyes. Her hair was styled into an elaborate low bun, loose curls framing her face, and her tiara sat proudly atop her head, holding the veil securely in place. She looked every bit the Diamond of Valoria—every bit the bride of royalty.

Behind her, Lady Solana, Solomon, Soleil, Solenne, and Solandor stood in awe. For a moment, no one spoke. Then, Solonne, her youngest sister, gasped. “Solina... you’re beautiful,” she whispered, her wide eyes filling with admiration.

Soleil, always the more playful one, clutched her hands to her chest dramatically. “I can’t believe this is my sister! You look like one of those goddesses from the ancient myths!”

Solomon, standing tall and proud in his formal military attire, nodded solemnly. “You look perfect, Solina. Levi’s going to be speechless.”

Solandor, the youngest of her brothers, grinned mischievously. “He’s probably going to faint,” he added, earning a soft laugh from everyone in the room.

Solina smiled, though her eyes glistened with tears she tried to keep at bay. “Thank you,” she said softly, her voice trembling just a little. “I couldn’t have done this without all of you.”

Solenne and Soleil stepped forward, holding out the bouquet of roses they had gathered that morning from the Rose House’s gardens. The vibrant red blossoms contrasted beautifully with the white of her gown, and as Solina took the bouquet into her hands, she marveled at its fragrance and meaning. “Thank you,” she said again, her voice barely above a whisper.

The moment was interrupted by a soft knock at the door. One of the maids entered, curtsying before speaking. “Your Highness, the Emperor has arrived.”

At the mention of her father, Solina’s heart skipped a beat. She hadn’t seen him yet today, and now, as the maids parted to allow him entry, she felt her breath hitch once more. Emperor Armand stepped into the room, his regal demeanor unwavering until his gaze landed on Solina.

He froze in place, his sharp, authoritative eyes widening as they took her in. For a moment, the years melted away. In his mind’s eye, he saw her as a baby, cradled in his arms for the first time. He remembered the joy of teaching her the piano, the laughter they shared during her childhood, and the pride he felt as he watched her grow into the incredible woman standing before him now. He swallowed hard, but the lump in his throat refused to go away.

“Solina,” he murmured, his voice breaking slightly.

Lady Solana, standing nearby, noticed the telltale shine of tears in her husband’s eyes. She silently handed him her handkerchief, which he accepted with a small, grateful nod.

Solina felt her own tears welling up, but she held them back. She stepped toward her father, her gown rustling softly with the movement. For a long moment, they simply looked at each other. No words were needed; the love and pride in their gazes spoke volumes. Finally, Emperor Armand opened his arms, and Solina stepped into his embrace. He held her tightly, his chin resting atop her head. “You’ve made me so proud, Solina,” he said softly. “So proud.”

“I’ll miss you, Father,” she whispered, her voice muffled against his chest. “So much.”

“And I will miss you,” he replied, his voice steady despite the emotion coursing through him. “But I know you’ll do great things. You’re ready.”

Another knock at the door interrupted their moment, and one of the maids peeked inside. “Your Majesties, the carriages have arrived. All the guests are seated, and Captain Levi is waiting at the altar.”

The announcement brought a rush of movement. The maids hurried to gather the final touches, fluffing out Solina’s veil and ensuring her gown was arranged perfectly. The Emperor helped his daughter turn toward the door, his hand steady on her arm. “It’s time,” he said gently.

As Solina prepared to leave, her siblings gathered around her one last time. Each of them hugged her tightly, whispering words of encouragement and love. Solina’s heart swelled with gratitude. She couldn’t have asked for a more supportive family.

Finally, the maids helped guide Solina out the door and down the steps of the Rose House. Outside, the royal carriages waited, gleaming in the morning sunlight. The first carriage, grand and opulent, was reserved for Solina and the Emperor. Behind it, another carriage stood ready for Lady Solana and the rest of the family.

“Alright, everyone, let’s get her inside!” one of the maids called, her voice light with humor as they prepared to maneuver Solina and her massive dress into the carriage.

It was no easy feat. Solina’s gown was expansive, its skirts puffed out to such a degree that it required two maids to hold the fabric on either side while another guided her up the small steps. Solina laughed softly as she tried to sit without crushing the delicate embroidery. Once she was seated, her veil draped over her lap, the Emperor climbed in after her. But even with just the two of them, the space was a tight fit.

“I feel like I’m being smothered by fabric,” the Emperor muttered, though there was a teasing smile on his lips.

Solina laughed, her nerves easing slightly at his humor. “It’s not too bad, is it?” she asked, tilting her head.

“Well,” he replied, glancing down at the layers of gown encroaching on his lap, “it’s certainly memorable.”

Outside, Lady Solana, Solomon, Soleil, Solenne, and Solandor climbed into their own carriage, waving cheerfully as they prepared to follow. As the carriages began to move, Solina took a deep breath, clutching her bouquet tightly. This was it. Her wedding day had officially begun. And as nervous as she was, she felt a small flicker of excitement burning brighter with each passing moment.

The royal carriage moved steadily through the pathway of the Imperial Palace, its wheels crunching softly over the cobblestones as the horses trotted gracefully. Every so often, Solina would smooth the folds of her skirt, her emerald ring catching the sunlight streaming through the windows. Though she was nervous, an undeniable excitement danced in her green eyes, and her father noticed.

“You seem...different today, my dear,” the Emperor said, his deep, comforting voice breaking the soft silence. “Not as anxious as I thought you might be.”

Solina smiled faintly, her cheeks tinged with warmth at his observation. “I thought I would be, too,” she admitted, her voice soft and thoughtful. “But I feel...happy, Father. Excited, even. I suppose it’s because I know that I’m marrying someone who truly cares for me. I was so scared before, but Levi has been so kind, so patient. He makes me feel safe.”

The Emperor’s expression softened, his typically stern gaze melting into something more tender. “That’s how it should be,” he said, nodding approvingly. “I had hoped this arrangement would give you more than just security for Valoria and Paradis. I wanted you to find a partner, someone who would cherish you. It seems I was right about Levi.”

Solina looked down at her bouquet, her fingers brushing over the soft petals. “He’s a good man,” she said quietly. “I didn’t think I’d ever feel this way about someone...not in an arrangement like this.”

The Emperor reached across the space between them, resting a reassuring hand on hers. “You deserve happiness, Solina. And it pleases me to see you glowing with it today. I’ll admit, I’ve worried about your anxiety—wondered if this day would overwhelm you. But look at you now.” He gestured with a slight smile. “A radiant bride.”

Solina’s blush deepened, and she let out a soft laugh. “Thank you, Father. That means so much coming from you.”

They rode in silence for a moment, the sounds of the city filtering in through the carriage’s slightly open windows. Solina hesitated, then looked up at her father with a hopeful expression. “Will you visit me in Paradis, Father? I know it’s far, and you’re so busy, but...I would love for you to come.”

The Emperor leaned back in his seat, considering her words. “Of course I will,” he said firmly, his tone leaving no room for doubt. “I wouldn’t miss the opportunity to see how you’re settling into your new life. And,” he added with a teasing glint in his eye, “if you and Levi give me a grandchild, I might visit even more often.”

Solina’s eyes widened, and her face turned a deep shade of crimson. “Father!” she exclaimed, her voice a mixture of embarrassment and indignation. She clutched her bouquet tighter, averting her gaze as if to escape his teasing.

The Emperor’s laughter rumbled through the carriage, rich and full of warmth. “What? It’s only natural,” he said, still chuckling. “You’re starting a new life, Solina. It’s not unreasonable to think about the future.”

Solina pressed her lips together, shaking her head in disbelief. “You’re impossible sometimes,” she muttered, though her tone held no real annoyance. Despite her flustered state, she couldn’t help but smile.

The Emperor’s laughter faded into a more contemplative silence. After a moment, Solina glanced at him, her expression shifting to one of concern. “Father...about Dimaria,” she began hesitantly. “Will she really be at the countryside for six months? For someone like her, that must feel like...a death sentence.”

The Emperor’s face hardened slightly, though his voice remained calm. “It’s not something I do lightly,” he admitted. “Sending her away pains me, but Dimaria needs this, Solina. Her behavior has shown me that she lacks the humility and character required of someone in her position. She has had every privilege, yet she has squandered the lessons we tried to teach her. This time in the countryside is for her own good. She may not understand it now, but one day, I hope she will.”

Solina nodded slowly, her gaze dropping to her lap. “I just wish things didn’t have to be this way. I’ve always wanted us to be closer—to be real sisters.”

The Emperor sighed, his shoulders heavy with the weight of his role as both a father and a ruler. “I know, Solina. But some things take time. And Dimaria...she has a long road ahead of her. She and Darcy will be at the wedding, but Dimaria leaves for the countryside tomorrow morning. I can only hope that this experience changes her for the better.”

Solina bit her lip, torn between guilt and understanding. Before she could respond, the carriage began to slow, the sound of horses’ hooves clattering against the stone road easing to a halt. The Emperor glanced out the window, a faint smile tugging at his lips. “We’re here.”

Solina followed his gaze, her heart skipping a beat as the grand cathedral came into view. Its towering spires reached toward the heavens, and the intricate stained glass windows glittered in the sunlight like a kaleidoscope of colors. The streets surrounding the cathedral were lined with onlookers, their faces alight with excitement as they caught a glimpse of the royal carriage. The sounds of the angelic choir drifted through the air, a hauntingly beautiful melody that sent a shiver down Solina’s spine.

The Emperor turned to her, his expression filled with pride. “Are you ready, Solina?” he asked gently.

Solina took a deep breath, clutching her bouquet tightly. “Yes,” she said, her voice steady despite the butterflies in her stomach. “I’m ready.”

The royal carriage rolled to a stop in front of the cathedral, its gilded details gleaming under the morning sun. Princess Solina took a deep breath, the weight of the moment settling over her. Her heart thudded in her chest, not from doubt but from the sheer enormity of what was happening. This was her wedding day. A day she had once dreaded but now looked forward to with equal parts nervousness and excitement.

The footmen hurried to open the carriage door, and the Emperor was the first to step out, his tall frame exuding confidence and authority. He turned, extending a hand toward her. With the extra care, he helped her down from the carriage. The attendants immediately surrounded her, their hands busy fluffing the voluminous folds of her wedding gown and smoothing out the stunning cathedral-length veil embroidered with intricate roses.

The carriage carrying Lady Solana and Solina’s siblings, Solomon, Soleil, Solenne, and Solandor, arrived right behind them. Solomon stepped out first, straightening his military uniform before helping his mother and siblings out. Lady Solana’s eyes immediately sought Solina, and her breath caught when she saw her daughter. Her hand went to her chest, and tears welled in her eyes.

“My beautiful girl,” Lady Solana whispered as she approached. She leaned in to place a kiss on Solina’s cheek. “You are breathtaking, Solina. Levi is going to be speechless.”

Solina managed a soft, bashful smile. “Thank you, Mother. I hope I can make you proud.”

Lady Solana gently cupped Solina’s face. “You already have. You always do. Now, go and shine.” She stepped back, allowing the maids to finish their work, before turning to enter the cathedral with Solomon escorting her. Solenne, Soleil, and Solandor followed, all beaming with pride for their sister.

Solina turned to her father, who offered his arm. “Shall we?” he asked, his voice warm yet steady, grounding her as always.

She nodded, looping her arm through his. As they ascended the grand steps of the cathedral, the massive wooden doors opened, revealing the breathtaking interior. The soaring vaulted ceilings seemed to touch the heavens, adorned with murals of Valorian history and triumphs. Light streamed through the stained-glass windows, casting a kaleidoscope of colors across the sea of elegantly dressed guests who filled the pews.

The choir began to sing, their angelic voices filling the cathedral with a melody so ethereal it sent shivers down Solina’s spine. All the guests stood, their heads turning as the Emperor and Solina began their walk down the impossibly long aisle.

Solina’s nerves began to creep in as she took her first steps. The aisle seemed to stretch endlessly, and the weight of thousands of eyes watching her made her palms sweat. She glanced at her father, who patted her hand gently.

“Breathe, my dear,” he whispered. “Just focus on one step at a time. And remember, at the end of this aisle is the man who cares for you.”

Her gaze lifted, and as her eyes found Levi at the end of the aisle, everything else seemed to blur. He stood tall, his custom wedding attire—a unique blend of his Scout uniform and Valorian regalia—fitting him perfectly. The Valorian rose pinned to his chest and the sash of Paradis made him look regal yet grounded, a soldier and a prince all at once. But it was the look in his eyes that steadied her completely.

Levi’s gray eyes were locked on her, filled with a warmth and awe that made her heart flutter. He had always thought Solina was beautiful, but seeing her like this—radiant, ethereal—was almost too much to take. He swallowed hard, barely aware of Hange, Armin, and Jean sitting near him with wide grins. All he could think was that he was the luckiest man alive.

Solina’s focus sharpened as she moved closer to Levi. Along the way, she noticed her family scattered among the guests. Lady Madeline and Lady Blair smiled warmly at her, their pride evident. Lady Darcy, as expected, maintained a neutral expression, while Dimaria avoided looking at her entirely. Her half-siblings—Opal, Ivoria, Gale, and their spouses were all beaming at her, along with her other siblings James, Gracelyn, Ruby, and Andrew— their happiness was genuine. And then there was Lady Solana, seated in the front row with Solina’s younger siblings, openly wiping tears from her cheeks as Solomon rested a comforting hand on her shoulder.

The closer Solina got to Levi, the less aware she became of everyone else. Her heart pounded as the Emperor brought her to the altar, where Levi stood waiting. When they reached him, the Emperor turned to his daughter, his eyes brimming with emotion. He leaned down, pressing a kiss to her forehead.

“You’ve made me proud every day of your life,” he murmured, his voice thick with love. “And I know you will continue to do so.”

Solina blinked rapidly to keep her tears at bay. “I love you, Father.”

The Emperor straightened, turning to Levi. He placed Solina’s hand in Levi’s, his grip firm but not threatening. “Captain Levi,” he said solemnly, “she is my pride and joy. Take care of her. Protect her. She is your greatest mission now.”

Levi nodded, his voice steady. “I will. Always.”

As the Emperor stepped back to take his seat, Levi turned to Solina, his fingers tightening gently around hers. Their eyes met, and for a moment, it felt as though they were the only two people in the world.

“You’re breathtaking,” Levi whispered, his voice barely audible over the choir’s song.

Solina’s lips curved into a soft smile, her cheeks warming. “Thank you.”

The choir’s song swelled, and as the ceremony began, all Solina could think was how incredibly lucky she felt to have found someone like Levi. And as they stood together at the altar, ready to exchange vows, she knew that this was only the beginning of their journey.

…

The grand cathedral was silent save for the solemn voice of the priest delivering his sermon on the sanctity of love and marriage. His deep, resonant tone echoed through the vast space, filling every corner and commanding attention. The gathered guests sat in rapt silence—or at least most of them did. Solina and Levi, however, stood facing one another at the altar, Solina’s face hidden behind her ethereal veil.

Levi tried his best to maintain a composed expression as the priest droned on about the virtues of unity and selflessness in marriage, but he couldn’t help himself. He subtly rolled his eyes at a particularly long-winded metaphor about the bonds of marriage being like an unyielding fortress. The movement was quick and subtle, but it didn’t escape Solina’s notice.

Behind the delicate fabric of her veil, her lips quirked into a small smile, and a quiet chuckle escaped her. It was soft, barely audible, but the sound carried just enough to catch the priest’s attention. He paused mid-sentence, giving them a pointed, stern look.

Levi’s expression remained stoic as if daring the priest to say something. Solina, however, bit her lip, trying to contain her laughter. She cast her gaze downward, her shoulders shaking slightly as she suppressed another chuckle.

The priest cleared his throat, clearly unamused, before continuing his sermon with renewed fervor. Solina dared to glance up at Levi, and the corner of his mouth twitched upward in the faintest hint of a smirk. That was all it took to set her nerves at ease. In the sea of formalities and the overwhelming grandeur of the moment, Levi’s subtle humor eased her nerves.

After what felt like an eternity, the priest concluded his sermon, stepping aside to allow the choir to begin their hymn. The choir's voices filled the air with a hauntingly beautiful melody, their harmonies cascading like a waterfall of sound. The music was transcendent, lifting the atmosphere of the ceremony to something almost otherworldly. Solina listened, letting the music soothe her nerves, her gloved fingers trembling ever so slightly in Levi’s steady grasp.

Levi, meanwhile, stood rooted in place, his gaze fixed on Solina. The veil partially obscured her features, but he could still make out the faint outlines of her face—the gentle curve of her lips, the slight upward tilt of her nose. He couldn’t help but think how surreal this moment was. Just a month ago, the idea of a political marriage had filled him with dread, but now, standing before Solina, he felt…peaceful. And even excited.

The hymn concluded, and the priest stepped forward once more. “Now, we come to the sacred exchange of vows,” he announced.

Solina’s breath hitched slightly, and Levi gave her hand a reassuring squeeze. This was the part she had been most nervous about—not because she didn’t mean every word of the vows, but because the idea of speaking them aloud in front of thousands of people was overwhelming. Levi, understanding her reservations, had agreed that they would stick to the standard vows.

The priest turned to Levi first. “Captain Levi Ackerman,” he began, “do you take Princess Solina Emme Hein of the House of Rose to be your lawfully wedded wife, to have and to hold, in sickness and in health, for richer or poorer, until death do you part?”

Levi’s gray eyes never left Solina’s. His voice was steady and low, carrying a weight of sincerity that made her heart flutter. “I do.”

The priest turned to Solina. “Princess Solina Emme Hein of the House of Rose, do you take Captain Levi Ackerman to be your lawfully wedded husband, to have and to hold, in sickness and in health, for richer or poorer, until death do you part?”

Through her veil, Solina’s emerald eyes glistened with emotion. Her voice, soft but unwavering, carried through the cathedral. “I do.”

The priest nodded approvingly, stepping back slightly. “Then, by the power vested in me, I pronounce you husband and wife. Captain, you may kiss the bride.”

The moment the words left the priest’s lips, Levi reached forward with steady hands, gently lifting the veil from Solina’s face. For a brief moment, he simply stared at her. Her radiant beauty, the tears glistening in her eyes, and the soft smile playing on her lips—all of it made his chest tighten with emotion.

Slowly, he leaned in, his lips brushing against hers in a kiss that was tender and full of quiet promise. The cathedral erupted in applause, the sound reverberating through the walls, but Levi and Solina barely noticed. In that moment, the world outside of the two of them ceased to exist.

As they pulled away, Solina’s cheeks flushed a delicate pink, and her lips trembled in a small, nervous smile. Levi’s gaze softened, and he whispered so only she could hear, “You did great.”

Her smile widened slightly, and she whispered back, “So did you.”

Hand in hand, they turned to face the crowd, the priest’s voice booming over the applause as he announced, “Ladies and gentlemen, I present to you, Captain Levi Ackerman and Princess Solina Ackerman!”

The cathedral erupted into a symphony of clapping and cheering as Levi and Solina began their walk down the aisle together. Solina’s hand rested lightly on Levi’s arm, her delicate fingers trembling slightly as they passed rows of guests. The long train of her wedding dress trailed elegantly behind her, its intricate embroidery catching the sunlight that streamed through the stained glass windows.

Hange, who was seated in the front row with Armin and Jean, was an absolute spectacle. Tears streamed down her face as she clapped loudly, her cries of "Levi, you old romantic!" echoing through the cathedral. She was practically bouncing in her seat, waving a handkerchief in the air like a proud parent.

Armin covered his face with one hand, clearly mortified, while Jean groaned, muttering, “Hange, will you calm down? You’re going to embarrass us.”

But Hange was completely undeterred, crying out, “I’m just so proud of him!” Her voice cracked as she added, “He’s all grown up and getting married!”

Levi cast a sideways glance at her, his expression somewhere between exasperation and amusement. Solina, on the other hand, couldn’t suppress a small giggle, the sound soft and sweet. It was clear to her just how much Levi’s friends cared for him, and it warmed her heart.

As they reached the grand doors of the cathedral, Levi and Solina were met with a team of attendants ready to assist with the carriage waiting outside. The ornate, open carriage was adorned with roses—red ones from the Rose House—and gold embellishments that glittered in the midday sun. The horses, adorned with decorative Valorian crests on their bridles, stood tall and regal, waiting to escort the couple back to the imperial palace for the grand reception.

Levi turned to Solina and offered his hand, helping her step into the carriage. But as she moved, the sheer weight and volume of her dress became apparent. The layers of fabric, the beading, and the train were undeniably beautiful, but also undeniably cumbersome.

Levi grunted softly as he leaned down to gather the fabric of her dress. “How are you even walking in this thing?” he muttered, half to himself, half to Solina.

Solina laughed softly, her cheeks flushing. “It’s not easy, believe me. I’ve been practicing for weeks.”

Levi hoisted a portion of the dress into the carriage, muttering, “This weighs more than my ODM gear.”

Finally, Solina was settled in the carriage, her dress spread out around her like a shimmering, ivory cloud. Levi climbed in after her, but as he tried to situate himself on the bench, he realized there was barely any room left.

“Move over,” he muttered, attempting to shift Solina’s dress to one side.

“I can’t,” she replied, laughing as she tried to rearrange the fabric. “There’s nowhere for it to go!”

Levi finally gave up, sitting as close to Solina as possible without crushing her gown. He was practically pressed against the side of the carriage, his arm pinned awkwardly between his body and the fabric. “This is ridiculous,” he muttered, though his voice lacked any real irritation.

Solina couldn’t help but giggle. “I warned you this dress was massive.”

Levi glanced at her, and despite his cramped position, he couldn’t help but smile. She looked radiant, her laughter lighting up her entire face. The sunlight caught on the delicate embroidery of her gown, making it shimmer as if it were woven with starlight.

“Ridiculous or not,” Levi said quietly, his voice soft, “you look stunning.”

Solina’s cheeks turned a deep shade of pink, and she lowered her gaze, suddenly shy. “Thank you,” she murmured, her voice barely above a whisper.

The carriage began to move, the horses trotting gracefully down the cobblestone path that led from the cathedral to the palace. The streets were lined with spectators, Valorian citizens who had gathered to catch a glimpse of their Diamond on her wedding day. They cheered and waved, throwing rose petals into the air as the carriage passed by.

Levi glanced at Solina, noticing how her hand rested lightly on her lap, her fingers fidgeting with the edge of her glove. He placed his hand over hers, his touch steady and reassuring. Solina looked up at him, her emerald eyes meeting his, and for a moment, the noise of the crowd faded away.

“You did great,” Levi said simply, his voice low but filled with sincerity.

Solina smiled, her nerves easing at his words. “So did you,” she replied. “I think the priest might have been glaring at us, though.”

Levi smirked. “He’ll get over it.”

The two of them laughed softly, the sound a shared secret between them. As the carriage continued its journey, Solina’s gaze drifted to the palace in the distance, its grand silhouette growing larger with each passing moment. The reality of the day was sinking in—she was no longer just Princess Solina of the House of Rose. She was Solina Ackerman, a wife, a bridge between two nations, and the official ambassador of Valoria to Paradis.

Levi, meanwhile, found himself thinking about the journey ahead. The wedding was just the beginning. They had a reception to get through, a honeymoon to embark on, and then the daunting task of building a life together in Paradis. But as he looked at Solina, he felt a quiet confidence. Whatever challenges lay ahead, they would face them together.

The carriage pulled up to the palace, where another team of attendants was waiting to assist them. Levi sighed as he prepared to wrestle with the mountain of fabric that was Solina’s dress once again. “Alright,” he said, cracking his knuckles. “Let’s get you out of here without tearing this thing.”

Solina laughed, the sound warm and genuine. “Good luck.”

As Levi helped her out of the carriage, he couldn’t help but think that despite the chaos, the nerves, and the overwhelming nature of the day, he wouldn’t trade this moment for anything. Solina, with her radiant smile and infectious laughter, had a way of making even the most daunting situations feel manageable. And for the first time in a long time, Levi felt truly content with his life.

~

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