Narrative: Dawn of a New Day WHO: Felicity Bainbridge-Rubinhart and mentions of Galad WHEN: Early July WHERE: New Zealand
The ritual had gone fairly well. Felicity's pregnancy more clear had confirmed some suspicions among their kind but nobody protested. The fact that they were still marrying meant that the child was Galadari's, and that meant the child was as pure as the elves could be.
The private ceremony was held in Norway, in the forest part of the Rubinhart's vast estate. Felicity wore traditional elvish clothing, though embellished with symbols of their gods. She didn't have the faith that others had, but she had respect for some of their traditions. Van being there made him an outlier, and she was grateful that Gil was there. A few curious family members and distant cousins were intrigued by the kelpie, but no incident occurred. No one got their teeth kicked in by a very pissed off death horse.
The king and queen of the elves had been in attendance for the wedding. Two former St. Margaret's students themselves, the queen in particular was excited to talk to Van. They talked about different teachers and people that were there. Most of her classmates were gone but a few she knew of he was familiar with, even if vaguely. Lilie's pregnancy was more apparent than Felicity's, and they had another child that the king had scooped in his arms for the most part.
No one at the ceremony used glamour, so Van would have gotten a good look at what elves actually looked like. Felicity's skin was icy blue, her hair a frosty white, and her eyes black. Her ears were long and she looked alien-like in her beauty. The twins were midnight colored and beautiful as well. But there were all sorts there. Lilie's skin looked like shimmering gold and the king was as dark as the twins, with eyes glowing white and silver.
The wedding night was thankfully private and in the eyes of their gods, the contract was signed and sealed. They belonged to each other now. Galad was happy to kiss every part of her that belonged to him, and in the morning she awoke in his arms. Feasting and celebrating buffered that night of quiet and tranquility together, and so she cherished the moments she had alone with him that night.
The more traditional ceremony came after the Wild Hunt. A cathedral in Surrey was used and they followed the tradition of the Anglican church for appearances. Felicity wore a dress that fit her well and glamour hid the belly from public view. She and Galad made for a picture perfect couple on the cover the various European gossip magazines and some of the columns.
After that ceremony, the two boarded a plane and flew to New Zealand for their honeymoon. It would be coming to an end soon, but Felicity was happy for the escape. Where they stayed was private and secluded. Just the two of them and the small bungalow they resided in. They hunted when they could and cherished the time alone they had.
Galad was asleep still in the bed. Felicity had woken up and put on a robe. It wasn't quite early but early enough that Felicity could see the sun beginning to wake in the distance. It was quiet. Peaceful. She could think, which was nice. Not that she couldn't think around Galad but she could absorb the silence and appreciate it. The days of their honeymoon were running out. In a month's time the two would be returning to St. Margaret's to finish the year. She still had a final film festival to attend, and she would be taking a train to it this time instead of flying.
In four months the baby in her womb would emerge. Things had already changed so much already, and that was when it was all going to turn on its head. She wasn't sure how long she would have with the child before it would go to Norway to be with Galad's parents.
Her hand rested on the belly bump, more prominent now than before. The doctor said it was a healthy baby. She felt a prick of anxiety infiltrate the peace of the sunrise. Would she be a good parent? Would she be able to finish the year? Her own childhood had been devoid of so many things that people felt normal. People said she was lucky to have parents, and she was, but they weren't really parents either. They didn't feel like parents compared to Galdari's. Even then, his parents doted upon their boys but expected them to fall in line.
What sort of parents would she and Galad be?
Something moved in the corner of her eye. She turned to see Galad stirring. She smiled at his form, draped over the bed. Felicity made her way back in, discarding of the robe and climbing back into the bed carefully. She nestled against Galad, her hand pressed on his chest and her head cradled by his arm.
They would be alright. They would figure it out. Somehow.