The Unforgettables

Chapter Twelve (last chapter)

It must've been a dream.

He was grinning, raising a goblet of wine along with Lydia while she yelled for all to hear of his victory. He thought it surely was a dream, because when she told him to drink, he lifted the glass to his lips voluntarily. He knew he was awake when they sat down after her toast, his side burning in pain but he was surely alright. Jackson was gone, had been called a cheat and lost the girl he had fought for.

"Give 'er a dance!" Scott shouted in the half drunkenness of the pub. But Stiles stayed seated as Lydia stood. She eyes him, raised a brow, knew why he was still sitting and dragged him to his feet.
"You love not obeying, do you not?" She laughed as they began to jump around the room to the band that played in the back, alongside other couples.
"It is the most wonderful gift of the world." He cackled. The boy grabbed her arm and swung her around as they both chuckled.

"So," Scott leaned into Allison's side, both of them watching the pair lazily. "when is the ceremony."
Allison grinned. "Their marriage is in three days." She answered.
The song ended and everyone clapped for the band as Lydia and Stiles returned to their friends.
"I must bring Isaac here one night, it really is a holler." Lydia said and drank from her cup. Stiles wrapped an arm around the girl, so glad he had won over the princess.

The hand fasting happened exactly at sunrise, the joining of two into one preformed by the high priestess. The crown on her head was now covered by sheer white and littered with small flowers that curled into her hair. There were many people; all who wanted to come were welcome. The king of course handed Lydia away and she couldn't stop the blush that rose to her cheeks at the way Stiles stared. The priest took a long white ribbon and tied their hands to one another, applause rising from those watching as they exchanged a short kiss before the ribbon was undone. And, now since he was technically a royal, Stiles was crowned.

The real fun came when the ceremony was over. The day went on with Stiles and Lydia linked arm in arm, thanking those who had came and opening small gifts from people that were glad to see the two joined. Yes, Stiles had even dropped his crown several times. The band from the pub was invited to play so of course there was at first a formal dance for the couple but after that something more upbeat that reminded Lydia of the smell of beer. Stiles linked arms with a few children and spun around in a circle with them, Lydia chuckling as he fell from dizziness and the children laughed at him.

"Having fun?" She asked, helping him stand.
He straightens out the tiara on her head. "Royals aren't allowed to have fun?" He questioned.
She rolled her eyes. "You are a pain."
"But you love me." He stole a kiss on her cheek before taking her by the hand . He lead them to the thrones, both draped in some expensive fabrics and adorned with shiny pins made from seashells or tiny gems. They watched the party continue for a while, exchanging stories or pointing at a slightly drunken Isaac.
"Should we have a round then?" Stiles suggested but before she could answer dragged her out amongst the crowd again and lead her in a dance. The held their arms up, wrists touching and spun in a circle before switching and spinning around the other way. After that they would bow, step inwards towards the other then back and start the process all over again.

They couldn't have loved each other more and everyone seemed to know this. There was no doubt. After the song ended, they were given drinks and walked around to greet more people who had magically appeared.
"Having fun?" Stiles mimicked her.
"Be quiet!" She laughed, pushing him slightly away from her but he could only smile; the command no longer controlling him.
"Never."
She grinned. "Love me?"
He nodded. "Love you."
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Authors note:

I added more and it still sucks, I'm sorry.
-Chloe