Magnetic force of a man (The Mandalorian Medieval AU)

Chapter 7: The royal wedding

You wake up on the day of your wedding with butterflies in your stomach. You take a deep breath and remind yourself that this is the happiest day of your life. You sit up in bed and stretch, feeling the soft silk sheets slide over your skin. You turn to the window and see the sun shining brightly, casting a warm glow over the room.

You take a long, relaxing bath, enjoying the scent of the lavender oil and the feel of the warm water against your skin. After you finish, you get out and dry yourself off. You wrap yourself in a soft, fluffy towel and head to your dressing room.

Your wedding dress hangs in front of you, a masterpiece of lace and silk. You can't help but stare at it in awe. The dress has a low-cut neckline that emphasizes your collarbone, with a fitted bodice that flares out into a full, flowing skirt. The lace is intricate and delicate, giving the dress an ethereal quality.

You carefully step into the dress, admiring how it fits perfectly to your curves. Your hair has been styled into loose waves that cascade down your back, with a few strands left to frame your face. Your makeup is natural and glowing, with a soft pink lip and a hint of blush on your cheeks.

You slip on your shoes, a pair of ivory satin heels, and take a deep breath. You are ready to marry the love of your life, and nothing can stop you now.

Din paced back and forth in his chambers, his heart racing with excitement and anticipation. He had never felt so nervous in his life, not even when he was facing down an enemy army. Today was the day he was going to marry the love of his life, and he couldn't wait to see her.

He looked at himself in the mirror, making sure his royal garb was perfectly in place. His dark hair was pulled back, and his beard was trimmed to perfection. He wore his finest gold-embroidered tunic and black velvet trousers, his boots polished to a high shine. His crown sat on a nearby table, waiting to be placed upon his head.

Din took a deep breath and tried to calm his racing heart. He reminded himself that he was the king, and he had a kingdom to rule, but he couldn't help feeling like a giddy schoolboy waiting for his crush to arrive.

As the time approached, he made his way to the grand hall where the wedding was to take place. He stood at the end of the aisle, his eyes fixed on the entrance, waiting for his bride to appear.

Finally, the doors at the back of the hall opened, and the soft strains of music filled the air. Din's heart skipped a beat as he saw you appear, walking slowly towards him on the arm of your brother. He couldn't take his eyes off of you, his beautiful bride, dressed in an elegant white gown that flowed behind you as you walked.

As you drew closer, Din felt his excitement turn to awe. He was the luckiest man in the world to have you by his side, and he vowed to cherish you for the rest of his life.

As the two of you stood at the altar, surrounded by your loved ones and the kingdom's dignitaries, the priest began the ceremony.

"Do you, Din Djarin, King of Mandalore, take this woman to be your lawfully wedded wife, to have and to hold, in sickness and in health, for as long as you both shall live?"

"I do," Din said firmly, his eyes locked on yours.

"And do you," he said your name as his eyes landed on you "pledge yourself to Din Djarin, King of Mandalore, to have and to hold, in sickness and in health, for as long as you both shall live?"

"I do," you replied, your voice strong and unwavering.

Din takes a deep breath and turns to face you, holding your hands tightly in his.

"My dearest love, my Queen" he begins, his voice trembling slightly with emotion. "You are my angel on earth, my guiding light through dark times. When I was injured and lying helpless, you came to my aid, and I knew then that you were meant to be by my side forever."