The Boondocks~Medieval Times

20) Epilogue {Wedding Blues}

Made incredibly long just for yooouuu
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Years later...

"Pull harder."

"But, my lady--"

"Do it."

The maid frowned and complied. Her grips on the strings of Cynthia's corset tightened until her muscles turned white and she pulled as hard as she could. Cynthia held onto the window sill to avoid falling back. She could barely breath. But she had to look perfect. Her sleek and blonde hair was tied up in a fancy up-do that showed her slender neck, two long curls fell down the sides of her face.

Jasmine stared with a disapproving expression. Cynthia glared at her. "What?'

"Cynthia. You look beautiful. Must you suffocate yourself?"

"I...am not..." Cynthia heaved whilst Helga pulled on tighter. They were getting ready in the castle, the wedding was to be held in the wide village square. Cynthia ignored that obvious fact that she had a firm figure, but insisted that the corset was compulsory. "I must...look...perfect!" At that moment, the strings snapped away from Helga's fingers because of the strain and slapped Cynthia's back. She cried out in pain

Helga stuttered an apology as flames burst around Cynthia's fists.

"Calm down, my friend," Jasmine placed a hand on her shoulder and looked at Helga. "You are excused for now, Helga. Thank you for insisting us."

Helga bowed quickly and left the room.

"Now." Jasmine turned to Cynthia fully. "You will take off that corset."

"No."

"Cynthia."

"I--"

"Riley sees you. Not this..." She gestured at the corset. "Nor this...poofy  abomination."

Cynthia blinked. "You dislike my wedding dr--"

"Oh, darling."

Cynthia scowled at her and shook her head. "I do hope that Riley is putting as much care in this as I am."

"I am sure he is. Come along now. Let us find you a better dress."

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While Cynthia was changing, Jasmine made her way out of the castle and into the garden. Her fiancé maneuvered around the area with his sword, sharp and gleaming. Huey was blindfolded while he trained alone. He was training himself to use his other senses. With one hand, he expertly waved the heavy weapon around and swerved in circles. Somehow, he avoided stepping on the flowers surrounding him. Jasmine watched for moments, amazed.

She eventually raised the bottom of her dress and quietly tip-toed to him with a wide smile.

Huey's moving speeded up. At one point, he threw the sword in the air and performed a back flip. He landed on his feet about two metres from Jasmine and caught the handle of the sword in one hand. Before she could blink, he whirled around and pointed the blade to her chest. He froze and raised his blindfold away from his eyes with one hand.

"You have improved," Jasmine commented.

Huey lowered his sword. "What have I told you about approaching me whilst I train as I just did?" He was annoyed, but Jasmine just smiled wider. "You could get hurt. You never listen."

"True, I never do listen..." She walked closer to him with a sway in her hips. He arched an eyebrow. "I am a naughty lass. I should be punished."

Huey half smirked and checked if anyone was around. He slipped an arm around her waist and kissed her before pulling back. There was a speck of worriness in his lover's eyes that made him frown. "Is there a problem?"