To Rule the World | A Zodiac Story

An Epilouge

"Everybody wants to rule the world..."  - Tears for Fears

"5 years later...

Aquarius and Gemini arrived at the ball. Gemini wore an elegant sky blue gown that hugged her waist tightly, with white gloves that went just above her elbow. Surprisingly, she had grown into some of Scorpio's hand-me-downs. Either that, or Scorpio wasn't telling Gemini that she was getting dressed from when Scorpio was a kid.

Aquarius, on the other hand, wore a pink suit. He and Gemini walked into the ceremony with linked arms. They had been married for 3 years, 70 days, and 4 hours. Not that anyone was counting. Well, Aquarius was counting.

At home they had several children, most of which they adopted at the end of the war. Aquarius managed to negotiate Gemini from getting 10 kids down to 4. Nobody knew how, exactly, but Scorpio was impressed.

Speaking of a Scorpion, the one and only and her wife walked over to the couple.

"Hi!" Cancer grinned. "This is actually happening! I can't believe they waited this long."

"Not everywhere is as liberal as Solis, if you recall," Aquarius reminded his sister-in-law. "But yeah, pretty much."

"I'm surprised they managed to keep the press away," Scorpio said. "Even at y'all's wedding, there was a lot. And you guys aren't even going to rule."

"Y'all?" Gemini asked, an eyebrow mysteriously raising.

"It's a new term I've been trying out," Scorpio grinned. "Maybe it will catch on."

"Let's hope not," Cancer said, her smile quickly fading.

Aquarius and Gemini stoke a quick glance at each other and tried not to laugh again. Their snickering was hard to hide, and they eventually doubled down from trying.

Cancer rolled her eyes, but couldn't help smiling along. It had been a long time since the war. A long five years that were worth a million and one smiles.

"Well," Scorpio said in slight frustration, "we should all go find our seats."

"Good luck," Gemini said. "I'm walking Aries down the aisle, so see ya."

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At the other side of the ballroom were two sisters, talking and smiling. One watched her fiancé drink a lot more beer than usual. The other watched her sister's fiancé's new friends drink plenty more than that.

"I'm engaged to a fucking dumbass," Taurus slurred. "I can't believe it."

"I can," Libra claimed. "I watched it happen."

Taurus turned towards her and took a shot. "And you let it happen? What type of sister are you?"

"Judging by the fact that you actually got engaged to him, I'd say a pretty good one."

"So my fiancé is a dumbass, my sister is a smart ass, and my fiancé's friends are a bit of both," Taurus sighed in contempt.

"Hey, one of your fiancé's friends is the best General in the kingdoms and other is Capricorn," Libra reminded her. "And don't forget who manages the tri-kingdom foster system."

"Capricorn," Taurus replied. "You'd think he be a little more sober."

"Well, this palace doesn't bring back good memories for him," Libra muttered. "I don't think he could attend sober."

"Well, I suppose you're right," Taurus said. "Sag told me his nightmares were getting worse. The most recent one was he was playing baseball, he was batter, and Ursa was the ball."