The ache in his chest finally cracked open, and out spilled the negative connotations, the mockery, the pain. With them though, came way more tears; it was something of a floodgate, making him cry the hardest he had all evening. But it was…good. It was so fucking good, actually. It was freeing, and refreshing, and healing.
Because he was Stede Bonnet’s bride.
And he was fucking beautiful.
Right before he's due to be married, Ed feels so incredibly beautiful, but so incredibly scared as a result. Thankfully, he finds himself in a place where he no longer has to fret.
Written for @gbweddingweek's third day prompt: "You're so beautiful."