Millicent Violetta Bulstrode (banrionnaoilean) wrote in brightyoungprg, @ 2015-06-26 20:34:00 |
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Entry tags: | character: anaïs bolduc, character: eleanora kavanaugh, character: emrys potter, character: osgar blishwick, event: royal wedding |
The Royal Wedding
WHO: HRH King Emrys, HRH Princess Eleanora, Wedding Guests, Media, Citizenry, Bring ALL the people
WHEN: The entire day on Friday
WHERE:Palace, Cathedral, and back to the Palace
SUMMARY:The Wedding and joining of two people and two countries will happen today. Please add your characters as you would like. There are timeline breaks for the pre-ceremony, ceremony and post ceremony.
WARNINGS:It’s a wedding….so not so much
STATUS: Incomplete and Open to Everyone
The day was finally here. Eleanora sat sipping her tea and watching as her staff went over lists and prepared her clothing, her accessories and hair and make-up items. But she felt a bit detached from the entire process. It wasn’t quite real at that moment. Because she was in her nightgown sipping tea. And not in the gorgeous dress with her hair done just so. Her make-up was not on and her nerves were remarkably calm. Then there was a gentle hand on her shoulder and she jumped three feet high.
“Your highness, it’s time.”
Nodding to the maid, who looked a bit too amused, Eleanora bathed and took her seat for the hair and make up. She put on a bright smile as the wedding party came in and she beamed and laughed with them. Her nerves starting to show, but were hidden behind a bright smile, twinkling eyes and years of practice.
Whispers of silk and satin, giggles from her bridesmaids as the garter belt and the garter itself were slid into place. Her dark hair pinned and curled into place. Her gown was simple and the lace overlay was just enough and provided the illusion of sleeves. Her heels provided just enough lift to keep her at a proper height in comparison to Emrys. Who in a few short hours would be her husband
Husband. Eleanora rolled the word around on her tongue in her mind and her lips quirked into a bit of a smile.
That might just work.
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Emrys waved off servants and attendants. They had been streaming in and out of his apartments all morning. Emrys had ignored each and every one of them, save for his own personal elf. He had long grown used to the utter lack of privacy entitled to a member of the royal family. He’d had even less in his year as monarch.
Glancing at the clock, Emrys let out an internal sigh. The ceremony was to start promptly at ten in the morning. “Everybody out,” he ordered the various people milling about in his chambers. He unfolded himself from the chair he’d been sitting in and arched an eyebrow in the direction of one stubborn attendant. “I believe I did not mumble or stutter.”
“But sire,” the man ducked his head in some sort of effort to show difference. “There are reporters to talk to and the royal photographer. We have schedule we must maintain.”
“We do,” Emrys said, voice even, “but for now I wish to be council of my own thoughts. I will be at the Cathedral at the appointed time. Now go.” He did not need to explain himself twice.
Once he was finally alone, Emrys dropped back into the seat he formerly occupied. He was to be married in a few short hours and while he did not begrudge the fact, he did wish it felt a little less like a duty and more like a pleasure. Affection, then love, would come with time.
“Lito,” Emrys called for his elf. They had maids, valets, and footmen for this, but Emrys preferred to place his trust in a being who was magically bound to him. “I need a refill on my coffee and then bring me my robes. Thank you.”
It was time.
~~
Her grandfather would be walking her down the aisle. Eleanora was sure it was to make very certain his plans were carried out. Oh, how she wanted this to be a day when she was marrying someone she loved. Isn’t that how the fairy tales worked? The royalty married for love. There were birds singing and joy. She liked Emrys. He was a good King, he had great plans. Overall, he seemed like a good person. But marriage – it was so final. She looked down at her engagement ring and twisted it on her finger. Soon it would be replaced with a wedding band and there would be no going back.
Nodding at the attendant that whispered her Grandfather would meet them at the cathedral, she got to her feet and slowly made her way to the door. Her veil was delicate and wouldn’t be put on until they were at the site and could control the elements a bit more. Pausing at the door, she made the footman wait before they opened the door, taking a deep breath to steady herself. When her head rose, the smile was in place and she looked happy. The doors opened and there were the flashes from the reporters as she and her party made their way down the steps to the open carriage. This had been one of her insistences. It was a carriage that the Queens of Eire had ridden in for ages. Open and intricately carved – it was a comfort to ride in it to the cathedral.
Waving as she made her way through the streets, she felt her nerves settle a bit more. It was time. And this is what she had been trained to do. This part she could do in her sleep. The smile, the wave, and she let the soothing feeling of a comfortable habit wash over her. The carriage stopped and there he was. Her grandfather in all his finery and while part of her wanted to throttle him, he was a bit more comfort on this day of change.
“Oh my girl….you look lovely.” His voice was rich and soothing, his hand when he reached up to help her out of the carriage was warm, rough from years of wand work and riding both horses and brooms. Eleanora allowed herself to be escorted into the Cathedral and into the waiting room. Dismissing her wedding party she looked at her grandfather and then hugged him fiercely.
“Grandfather, I have missed you. And I am still…” She blinked up at him as he pulled back and placed a finger to her lips, not even realizing for a moment she and fallen back into Gaelic instead of her accented English.
“Eleanora, you are the one who can do this. You can help guide both of our lands to a better and more secure future with this man. This King. You can do this. In time, affection will come.” His heavily accented English, brought her eyes to his, “And you will be in a position to keep our people safe and our family where they belong.”
Nodding her head, “I know that you meddlesome man. I can see the political advantages. And Emrys isn’t a horrid human being. I just wish….” She waved her hand, “Fairytales are for school girls and commoners.” She turned her back on him and took a seat looking into the mirror, “It’s getting close, would you send in my attendants so they can place my veil?”
He studied her, his wild Irish rose, all calm and cool and had a brief moment of doubt. It was quickly replaced with the knowledge that he knew what was best for his country and his granddaughter. His son and his wife – while lovely people and beloved monarchs – would have stood their ground and this day wouldn’t be happening. Without this day…he shook his head. Eleanora would sit on this throne and the one in Eire. She would help being both through some rough transitions. Of this he was certain.
Watching him leave the room in the mirror, she unclenched her fists and took a slow and shuddering breath. That man – he was a soothing balm and the pain in her arse all at the same time. As the door opened and closed she could hear the music and the low rumble of guests.
~~
The rest of the morning was a blur. There was the long slow walk up the aisle to Emrys. There was there was the vows, communion and the rings. There was the kiss. She had to admit that there was something about the kiss that made her grin against his lips just a little bit. And the pronouncement of man and wife. The walk back down the aisle. As a Queen. A wife.
THen there was the media, the crowds. The official wedding photographer and the kiss. - that ellicited cheers. And back into a carriage with her husband.
Husband. Emrys Potter was her husband and she was his wife.
Marriage.
Eleanora studied Emrys out of the corner of her eye as she smiled and waved. She was sure this would all sink in at some point.