"Without you I am lost."
Karina Rosier Grindelwald is pure blood royalty. After all, being the love child of two of the most powerful pure blood families has it's perks: lavish balls, expensive gowns, unobtainable status in the Wizarding World. But...
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I would like to preface this chapter by saying there is little to nothing on the internet about wizard weddings, so I've taken all creative liberties to create a fictional wedding ceremony. I've taken inspiration from a couple of my favorite wedding scenes from things like Twilight, Corpse Bride, and Game of Thrones.
A symphony of a tribute to love echoed through the heavily decorated halls of the Dark Lord's estate, through the buzz of the groups of enlivened guests, and onto the snow-covered bedroom balcony where I stood in my wedding gown, smiling for one final picture. The vast gardens behind me had become blanketed in a cloak of thick, sparkling snow that shimmered and danced with light, sourced from the magically created evening stars that Mother had placed in the sky in an array of constellations. It would be a winter wedding, taking place in the romantic hours of the early night, illuminated by the brilliance of a bright full moon and magical floating stars. It would take place near the edge of the estate in the woods, underneath the white branches of the snowcovered trees that arched and intertwined into a long pavilion that I would walk through to reach my husband, and where I would become the Dark Lord's wife.
It was perfect. It was all so magnificently perfect. So, what reason could I possibly have to be on the cusp of a breakdown on a day so important as this one?
As the camera bulb flashed, my smile dropped, and I was once again reunited with the heavy feeling of dread that had been plaguing me the past week. Mother had assured me it was just nerves, that all brides felt nervous for their big day, that they would surely pass once I put on the heavily awaited dress. Well, I had put on the dress and my nerves were now worse than ever. I lifted my head up to the heavens and inhaled a shaky breath. Merlin, I was so nervous. I had to be perfect. Everything had to be perfect. I had to be perfect for him.
"She looks wonderful! Doesn't she just look absolutely wonderful?" Mother exclaimed to the small group in the room that had helped me ready myself for the day. With a handkerchief, she wiped away a stray tear for what seemed like the hundredth time and smiled fiercely at me. I inhaled another deep and shaky breath, my lungs fighting to expand against the rigid corset of my gown. My stomach rumbled in agony from both hunger and anxiousness, while my mind spun with thoughts of all that could go wrong. I was going to pass out, I was sure of it.
