Posted by: eadrik
I’m so distracted by their faces that I forget how close I am to the end of the aisle. As I turn forward … he’s there.
And then it seems as if no one else is here at all.
No cameras filming, no bulbs flashing. It’s just us. It’s just Maxon and me.
He’s wearing his crown, and the suit with the blue sash and the medals. What did I say the first time he wore it? Something about hanging him up with the chandeliers, I think…Maxon and I move close to each other as the ceremony starts.
“Hello, my dear,” he whispers.
“Don’t start,” I warn in return, and we’re both left smiling.
He holds my hands as if they’re the only things pinning him to the earth, and I focus on that as I prepare myself for the words coming, the promises I’ll never break. It’s magical, really, the power this day has.
