The Royal Husband (taynew fanfic)

The Wedding

As the sun rose on the day of the long-awaited wedding, the grand halls of both King Alexander's and King Sebastian's castles bustled with activity, adorned with lavish decorations and filled with the murmurs of guests from far and wide. Among the throng, Princess Anya moved with an air of quiet grace, her presence a bittersweet reminder of the love that might have been.

In the grand courtyard of King Alexander's castle, a makeshift altar had been erected, adorned with flowers and draped in rich tapestries. At its center stood Tay, his expression stoic and unmoving as he awaited the arrival of his soon-to-be husband.

Meanwhile, within the confines of King Sebastian's castle, New stood at the threshold of the chamber, his heart heavy with trepidation as he prepared to make his way to the altar. Beside him, King Sebastian regarded him with a stern gaze, his silent command clear as he gestured for New to follow.

With a resigned sigh, New fell into step beside his father, the weight of their shared destiny pressing down upon him like a leaden cloak. Together, they made their way through the crowded corridors, their progress slowed by the throng of well-wishers and curious onlookers. Fah, New's sister, walked with quiet dignity, her eyes shining with unspoken emotion.

As they reached the courtyard of King Alexander's castle, Tay's gaze remained fixed upon the altar, his expression betraying none of the turmoil that raged within. Among the guests, Princess Anya stood poised and regal, her eyes filled with a mixture of longing and resignation as she watched the proceedings unfold.

At the appointed hour, a hush fell over the crowd as the pope stepped forward to officiate the ceremony, with a voice like thunder, the pope began the ceremony, his words echoing through the courtyard like a sacred hymn. "Dearly beloved," he intoned, his voice ringing clear and true, "we are gathered here today to witness the union of two souls in holy matrimony." With solemn reverence, he led Tay and New through the sacred rites of marriage, their vows a testament to the bonds that bound them together.

As Tay and New exchanged vows, their voices trembled with emotion, their words a solemn pledge of commitment and fidelity. "I, Tay, take you, New, to be my lawfully wedded husband," Tay vowed, his voice barely above a whisper. "To have and to hold, from this day forward, for better or for worse, for richer or for poorer, in sickness and in health, until death do us part."

"I, New, take you, Tay, to be my lawfully wedded husband," New echoed, his voice tinged with resignation. "To honor and cherish, to love and to cherish, for all the days of my life."

"By the power vested in me by the divine and by the laws of our kingdoms, I now pronounce you husband and husband." As the pope pronounced them husband and husband, a sense of finality settled over the courtyard, the air heavy with the weight of their vows. And as the gathered crowd erupted into applause, Tay and New exchanged a fleeting glance, their eyes betraying a glimmer of understanding amidst the turmoil of their hearts.

And as the ceremony drew to a close, the pope offered a prayer for the newlyweds, his words a benediction upon their union. "May the Lord bless this union and grant Tay and New strength and wisdom in the days to come," he intoned, his voice filled with solemn reverence. "May their love be a beacon of hope in a world filled with darkness, and may they find solace and comfort in each other's arms, now and forevermore."

With a final blessing, the pope concluded the ceremony, the gathered crowd dispersing amidst a chorus of well-wishes and congratulations. And as Tay and New made their way back to the castle, their hands intertwined in silent solidarity, they knew that their journey together had only just begun.