Life, Death, and Time - A Books Of Beginning Collection

Oneshot: The Maid Of Dishonor

Background: Everyone is alive, for comedic purposes. This takes place when all of the Wibberlys and Rafe and Wilamena are adults, and Lili is a baby. 

Content: Michael x Wilamena. Fluff. Humor. Romance. Emma shenanigans. 

Sweat trickled down Michael Wibberly's forehead. He was so nervous - not about marrying Wilamena, no, that was one of the easiest choices he had ever made. He loved the elf royal, and would be happy to spend his life with her. No, it was just standing in front of so many people as the official read the usual wedding speech, all those eyes on him... he focused on Wilamena, beautiful in a ballgown of shimmering white silk, and an exquisite lace veil. He focused on the people closest to them both, sitting in the first few rows - King Bernard and Captain Anton, King Robbie and Haarald, Hugo Algernon, Dr. Pym, Gabriel, and a few other elves from Wilamena's family, who's names were escaping him at the moment. And his own relatives, Richard and Clare, both holding back tears at seeing their son all grown up and getting married, his elder sister, Kate, and his brother-in-law, Rafe, with their baby daughter, Lili. All the witches and wizards and elves and dwarves and one enthusiastic giant named Willy crowded around the pavilion in the elvish kingdom, surrounded by flowers and festivities. He took a deep breath in and out. He was marrying Wilamena, and everything was going to go just right. 

His best man, one of his closest friends among the dwarfish community, Wallace, had helped him plan everything out, from the ceremony itself to the reception. Between the two of them and Wilamena, everything had been properly scheduled, paid for, and arranged. There was truly only one wild factor today, and it wasn't even the weather (Michael had double checked). No, that chaotic entity was none other than Wilamena's maid of honor, and Michael's own younger sister, Emma. 

Wilamena had really wanted one of her sister in laws to be to be her maid of honor. Michael had agreed that Kate was a fantastic choice, and the pair had asked. Kate had been flattered, but she had a young child on her hands, and while Rafe would gladly handle Lili if Kate wanted to participate in the ceremony, Kate preferred to stay with her daughter, since this was Lili's first time being brought to a big event of any kind. Kate didn't want her attentions to be divided. 

So, Emma was the only option, and Michael had spent the weeks leading up to the wedding waiting for her to give him some sudden heart attack. He had even checked Wilamena's bouquet for spiders, because he wouldn't put anything past her. Strangely enough, though, she had been behaving admirably. He was proud of her, even if Kate had to threaten her into it, which was the most likely scenario. 

"You may now kiss the bride," the official, an elvish minister of culture and friend of Wilamena's family, announced. 

Wilamena threw herself into her new husband's arms and planted a fierce kiss on his lips, prompting a few whistles from the crowd, probably from the wizards Jake and Beetles. Michael didn't even have it in him to care as he kissed the princess back, before pulling away for air, his face tinged red.

Wilamena beamed at him, "I love you, my rabbit."

"I love you too," Michael promised, "I love you enough to respond to that silly nickname for the rest of my life."

"You find it endearing," she slapped his arm playfully. 

"That I do," Michael agreed with a laugh, "Princess Wilamena Wibberly."

"I like the sound of that," she grinned, before grabbing his suit jacket and pulling him in for yet another kiss.

If the young couple weren't so lost in each other's eyes, the bliss of their marriage and sealed union hitting them like a tidal wave, they would have seen the brunette in the blue maid of honor's dress smirking to herself.