Scorn and Devotion

Chapter 53

Warnings - tooth rotting fluff, remembering trauma, oral (male receiving), sexual talk, scars

Finally, it was here, my wedding day. Since the session in the armory, we'd been nearly inseparable, doing as I promised and having him inside me as much as possible. However, we did part ways sometimes to write vows and prepare for the wedding, because we wanted some things to be a surprise.

Gwyneria was finishing up my makeup as I sat in my star-covered dress.

"If he doesn't have a fucking heart attack when he sees you," she said. "I'm going to punch him."

I laughed at that. I was nervous as anything. Mostly about one thing. Timothée had implored me to have a backless dress, so everyone could see my scars. He said they showed my strength and bravery. Id relented, but what if the people didn't want a scared queen? It didn't matter, Timothée's opinion mattered most.

"They're ready for you," called a guard. I breathed out heavily, as I heard the processional music. The actual wedding would be in the throne room, with the reception in the ballroom.

I walked slowly, my star-flecked veil trailing behind me. Timothée and I had gone along with the theme of twin stars. Everything was celestial. I also had a fake pair of wings, to match Timothée's real ones.

My dad took my arm, not even looking at me. I found it hard to care. Finally, it was my turn and I walked into the sparkling room. I couldn't take in any of the decor, there was only one thing on my mind. I looked at my Timothée and saw his mouth was open in awe.

He looked even more gorgeous and radiant than usual. His hair was curled expertly. He wore a black suit with golden constellations crawling all over it. At his neck was clasped a black cape. On his head, a silver crown with amethyst moons and sapphire stars, an identical one sat atop my head. His opalescent wings were unfurled and stood in all their glory.

He was crying now as I approached him. I was too as I beheld his beauty. He was really mine. I was really going to marry him and be y/n Chalamet!

On my side, were Gwyneria, Gideon, Natalie, and Juliet. Katherine had come, but declined to be at the wedding party. On Timothée's side, were Amoret and her wife, knight Kudi whom Timothée had grown close to, his father, and an innkeeper from where he'd spent most of his days away from me. We knew they were both small wedding parties for royals, but I didn't mind, and neither did he.

Finally, I was in front of him. I watched as the tears streamed down his face, I'm sure I looked much the same.

"I'm not dreaming right?" He asked in a whisper.

"No," I smiled. "This is real," I said, and placed his hand on my heart to feel my pulse."

"You look perfect," he said.

"So do you," I told him.

"The vows if you please," the officiator said.

"I'll go first," Timothée said, looking into my eyes, he must've memorized them.

"When I was sixteen I fell in love with this incredibly brave, caring, smart, beautiful, stubborn, hilarious lovely girl. Every day since then you have only proven those things more and more. I may be part Fae, but you are stronger than anyone in this world. The awe and honor I have for you are beyond compare. Every time I see you, it is like you fuel me with the light of a thousand suns. I spent years in torturous pain, jealousy, desire, and self-loathing. I would do it all again for you Mon Amor. You are the only balm for my soul. I promise to love and protect you as long as I live, and after that if possible."