The Prison Healer Oneshots

A WEDDING?

Kiva tip-toed out of bed and into her adjoining bathroom. A bath was already drawn, with a mixture of spices and flowers floating in it. It was warm and relaxing as she lowered herself into it. She laid back, her head resting against the edge of the tub as Kiva settled into deep thought. Today was going to be magical, it was beyond what Kiva could ever have imagined. After spending her childhood in literal hell without any means to escape she had grown up not even knowing if it would be possible for her to escape. To find love was something else entirely.

After minutes passed in utter bliss, Kiva left the warm tub feeling relaxed- apart from the bundle of nerves that seemed to be growing in the bottom of her stomach. It was going to be a big day- something that was going to rewrite history and be told for years and years to come. She quietly brushed her hair, keeping to her own thoughts. Once her hair was completely brushed and falling loosely around her shoulders, Kiva moved back into her bedroom and then to her wardrobe. Hanging was a simple white dress made of luxurious material. The neckline was adorned with a pale gold trim that twinkled when Kiva brought it out into the warm light. By herself, she quickly changed into it.

As Kiva looked at herself in the mirror, she looked different. The dress was gorgeous on her, perfectly framing her body. Her hair fell around her shoulders in soft waves, clean and smelled floral.

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Jaren waited patiently- or as patient as you can be when it was such an important day. He was wearing his full royal attire, heavy medallions that he had earnt from his time in Zalindov, his crown which he was crowned with and finally an embroidered jacket that suited his physique. He stood at the head of the grand hall, inside the river palace. It was crowded inside too, many of the high court members had been invited- though there were also many diplomats from the other kingdoms too. Caldon and Torell stood behind Jaren, a comfort to him to know that some of his closest family was standing with him.

From Jaren's viewpoint, he could see Tipp standing at the back of the long room; he, like everyone else, was dressed for the occasion. And Jaren couldn't deny that Tipp looked incredibly smart. Ever since he had left Zalindov, he had changed into a young man that Jaren couldn't be more proud of. Tipp smiled, even if Jaren was at a fair distance from the boy, there was no doubt that it lit up the room, instantly calming his nerves...

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The trumpets blared, a strong melody announcing that the time had come. After a couple of bars of loud blasts, they quietened down, accompanying a sweet piano-led piece. And then, Kiva had arrived. She stood next to Tipp, holding a bouquet of fresh flowers. She smiled brightly, grabbing a hold of Tipp's arm as they began to slowly descend down the aisle. They had kept a steady pace but to Jaren, it felt like eternity until Kiva stood opposite him.

"Kiva, you look beautiful." Jaren softly said, only loud enough for her to hear. A rush of pink touched her cheeks as her eyes shone towards Jaren's. She reached to grab his hand.

"So do you." She returned, just as quietly.

I've been to approximately one wedding before so I based it off the movies. Also hi im back. Also lol sorry this is short i cant write fluff if you haven't noticed.