Imperfect Queen

Wedding Day: Part II

Agatha had never been so nervous in her life. Her heart seemed to pump as loud as the drums in the band, and was trying to break through her chest. So this was what it was like when you're going to be married to a person you don't want to be married to, and being introduced to a royal life that wasn't meant for you at the same time. This is what it felt like.
As soon as she stepped into the church, everybody stood. Everyone faced her: Some smiled, some were expressionless, and some were just intently staring, which made Agatha really nervous. Nobles, royals, whatever they were, were everywhere, and Agatha had never seen any of them in her life. She just walked, slowly and carefully, her back straight, with her arm around August's. Suddenly, she mustered up all her happiness into one bright and brilliant smile. She could feel the joy radiating from the people, all of them were happy. They would finally have a princess, a queen, a ruler to stand by the king of Camelot.
The thought made Agatha feel even more anxious.
Yet, Agatha kept on smiling, the corner of her lips staying uplifted and never faltering. Agatha silently prayed she didn't look stupid smiling, but apparenlty she didn't. The crowd seemed to beam at her, whispering among themselves about the beautiful new Queen.
She had been so busy looking at the crowd, she hadn't even looked ahead, to see the altar where Tedros was standing. He and Charles stood there, with two totally different faces. The priest looked as happy as everybody in the crowd, with his white robes the dangling cross he always had. Tedros stood at his side, he had a white shirt, with a navy blue jacket over it, which had at least a dozen of golden buttons, and he wore the typical black breeches, with black boots.
And unlike a lot of people, he wasn't smiling, his expression was more like...disbelief, as if he couldn't believe what he was seeing. Shockingly, he did give Agatha a weak smile, as if it took all of his energy to do that. She raised her eyebrows in surprise. Agatha took her eyes off of Tedros.
She searched among the crowd for any familiar face, Sophie, Stefan, her mother, Arietta, Nerida... Even Arthur could work, but she couldn't see them. Not until she approached the front. Sophie was the first familiar face she spotted, smiling so much, it looked like it hurt. Right next to her, Callis was tearing up, and when Agatha saw her, she could've started sobbing as well. Her mother probably was still in shock, just like Agatha was. She didn't get to see Arietta and Nerida - the amount of people was too overwhelming.
At last, she reached the altar. She couldn't believe she was here, standing in front of Tedros, about to marry him. Agatha wanted to close her eyes. This was happening. This was finally happening. This was the moment. She couldn't do anything but wait to see what happened.
Of course, Agatha couldn't squeeze her eyes tight and run away. There was a crowd waiting for her. As hard as it was to believe, people were counting on her. She couldn't quit now. The marriage deal was seale.
August kissed her cheek and then let go of her arm. August gave her a last smile before he took his seat. Now, it was just the two of them, facing the other. Agatha needed to remind herself to look at Tedros, but it seemed as if he needed to remind himself to stop. The verb Agatha could use with the way Tedros was acting towards her was... Staring. Yes, Tedros was staring at Agatha, as if he had just noticed her for the first time. It was as if he was paying attention to every single detail on Agatha's pale face, from her big eyes, to her currently red lips, all the way to her crown atop her head.
Agatha slightly squinted as she looked into Tedros's eyes, like his blue eyes were too blinding to keep looking at.

The way he stared at her unnerved Agatha. Of course, this whole thing unnerved her.
"Dearly beloved, we are gathered here to unite Agatha and Tedros in holy matrimony," Charles announced solemnly. Agatha's heart sped up at that sentence.
"Now, I ask in the name of God, for this union to be blessed, for this love to bloom, and for it to be everlasting," Charles then went on to the Liturgy of the word, he read a passage from the Bible, then gave a short sermon about marriage. Agatha had never been at a marriage ceremony, but she knew they were usually long.