Restraining Destiny
Title: Restraining Destiny
Author: 100thAngel
Pairing: SunXMetal… sort of, not really…
Rated: T
Summary: We first met the day I walked down the wedding aisle. It was then that I learned… life fucking sucks!
Disclaimer: Yu Wo owns LSK and I make nothing for writing this.
Date of publication: 11/1/2014
† Restraining Destiny †
Ah, what a beautiful day for a wedding!
Of course, the sun was brimming with happiness, temporarily blinding any who looked up into the cloudless sky. Yes, yes, and the flowers bloomed with an everlasting glow, their lovely scents wafting all over the land and, more importantly, through the church.
The magnificent building stood in all its glory with its large, open doors beckoning all to enter. Crushed rose petals formed a runner through these open doors and down its immaculate steps like a rolling tongue.
As the wind picked up and gently scattered some of the petals, one could see them circle a beautiful man in white as if summoned on command to do so. All who witnessed the man's entrance gawked in surprise at his otherworldly splendor.
Oh, I was so gorgeous, no bloke could compare! It made me smile and smile for real for the first time this month. This wedding, my wedding, was just perfect! I was handsome, the violinists played perfectly in sync as I elegantly glided across the floor, I was super handsome, the people all bowed before me, I was really super handsome, and at the end of the aisle, standing at the altar wearing the most miserable of frowns was… my soon to be husband.
Fuck!
“What a charming princess… but why isn’t she wearing a dress?”
“No, no, that’s a guy!”
“I’m going to cry, it’s so sad; I came here for a wedding between our prince and the neighboring kingdom’s princess. I didn’t think they’d send a guy. This sucks! I want to see a virginal beauty like my father promised.”
...Fuck. Fuck. Fuck! You insolent- Gahh! I hate this~
My wedding, my perfect wedding that was supposed to be me, already at the altar, watching a busty princess walking down the aisle in a flattering, low cut gown is ruined!
Father, you’re too cruel. How the hell will wedding a couple of males stabilize our two kingdoms? I knew I should have jumped out the window this morning and faked my own death when I had the chance.
Then I’d be free to venture around the late night taverns in search of willing prostitutes who would fall in love with my good looks and cash and then we’d all get married and I’d become king with lots of servants who would do whatever I say and my people would worship me as their new god and then I’d raise the taxes and get even more money and prostitutes and I’d have my happily ever after!
Boo hoo~ My prostitutes- I mean… boo hoo~ I don’t want to marry a man!
The smile on my lips threatened to fall. No! I must think positively or else Father will get angry again. All the children of my father were bred to be the shining beacons of happiness. We were graceful and humble and all things good- or at least we had to act like we were. If we weren’t, then we'd have to lower taxes. The citizens needed good looking men and women to rule over them. That’s how it’s always been.
By the time I finished musing, I had already made it to the altar. At this point, you may be wondering why it was just the two of us and the priest up here, so let me explain. Ahem! Royal weddings are sacred.
That’s all.
I don’t really understand it but I think it has something to do with God. Whatever. It’s not important. Anyway, neither of us had a best man bearing rings so why bother. And being led down the aisle by our fathers? Ha! My father was dead drunk before I even got dressed this morning. No one wants a drunk to crash their wedding... oh. Scratch that, that's exactly what I want!
Ah, if only I could grab the cake and go. I had to hold back the sigh that threatened to slip past my lips at the thought.
As I was instructed by my father to do, I held out my hand, palm up, to my betrothed. He made a disgusted face as he grasped hold of it. Wait, why do you get to wear an ugly face while I have to continue smiling?! I have a feeling I’m going to really hate you.
The instruments faded out as we turned to the priest. He coughed once before beginning with, “We are gathered here today…” I closed my eyes and inhaled. The low drone of the priest’s voice was making me tired. If I could survive this ceremony without falling asleep once, it would be a miracle. So in order not to fall asleep and risk falling over, I opened my eyes and glanced at the loser holding my hand. His grip was quite lax, barely touching my own leather clad fingers.
I took a look at his face- average, I concluded immediately. He wasn’t stunning or radiant. I could have easily overlooked him in a crowd. Quickly growing bored of staring at a man’s face, I tactfully pivoted my feet to the left. Unexpectedly, my hubby did the same only he pivoted to the right so we were awkwardly standing face to face again. Err, what now?
Oh, oh, he’s peeking out at the crowed. Excellent, let’s see if there’s anything exciting going on.
I first casted a sideways glance towards my father’s general direction. He and the king of this kingdom sat next to each other in a private loge where they had the perfect view of, well, everything. And as I predicted, he was more interested in nursing from his bottle of wine then appreciating the scenery. Damn you father, you could at least throw a few bottles this way. I could really go for a drink right now.
The king next to him was also drinking and… correcting documents? Was my wedding truly so boring that you felt a better use of your time was overseeing paperwork?
I clenched the hand by my side into a fist as my other one shook in rage. It caused the man holding it to raise an eyebrow at me. Eww, don't look at me like that. He cocked his head to the side, only I could swear he wasn’t looking at me anymore, and smiled lightly. He seemed to be looking over my shoulder. Was there something behind me? I wish I could take a quick look but even if no one noticed, it would still be wrong, right? This was supposed to be my wedding after all so I had to at least appear interested.
Instead, I turned to the pews and found... no one paying attention. What the hell!
Even my little brothers were doing their own things. The most depressing part about that wasn't the fact that Ceo was curled up in a ball, snoring away but that Georgo was discreetly eating chocolates.
That bastard!
His eyes flashed as he grinned and popped another treat into his open maw. That smug little... I’ll get you for this!
I suddenly felt my hand being tugged. Oh, are we finished here? Can I leave?
When I looked back at whosamacallit- I should probably learn his name soon -he was wearing a frown again and then he mouthed the words, "You're sneezing."
What? I'm not sneezing. Is your head on straight? Don't tell me I'm marrying some deranged prince!
He seemed to understand the blank look on my face- Oh! I get it now. Not "sneezing" but "seething." In that case, I was probably making a pretty nasty face.
I rolled my shoulders and tried to relax. A smile came naturally to my lips in appreciation. If he hadn't distracted me, nothing would have stopped me from marching right up to my little brother and stealing his candy away.
Haha, imagine that! Two grown men, princes of the glorious Kingdom of Sun, fighting over candy. Father would kill us both and- HOT BABE SPOTTED!! Hallelujah!
Look at her! She's so sexy with her curvy figure and expensive dress. I'd much prefer her standing up here with me. I wouldn't even care what her name was as long as she slept with me. Her lips looked so plump and juicy, so red and kissable.
"You may kiss your prince." Yes, yes, that little vixen over there can kiss...
*Tug, tug*
On second thought, I don't want to kiss anyone! No! I don’t want my first kiss to be with a man! I didn't sign up for this, I didn't even agree to marriage in the first place! Father threatened to disown me, I had no choice! Someone save me!
Ah! He's getting closer. Nonononono! Get away from me! I didn't know we had to kiss, Father didn't tell me anything about this! Spare me!
The lip locking came fast and ended even quicker. It was more like a light peck you'd give your mother before bed, aimed for the corner instead of full on.
I barely opened my eyes, not remembering when I had closed them, before I was manhandled down the aisle, passing the cheering masses- when did they start paying attention? -, and out the church doors.
The common folk who, of course, were not allowed so close to royalty stood outside the church, clapping and wishing us eternal happiness.
We took a sharp turn and ran right past them.
That was not enough to escape their eyes. Swarms of them started to run after us. They even tried to touch me!
The guards helped but it didn't matter much as we were going really fast. No one could keep up, not even the guards.
We ducked into random alleyways and spun around corners without slowing our pace.
By the time it was just the two of us, I was a panting mess. Never have I had to run so quickly before.
I yelled, "Wait, wait, I can't run in these shoes. Let go!"
He glanced at me with a frown- what's with this guy and frowning? -but didn't let go of my hand. When he stopped running, my legss gave out and I clasp my knee with a hand, trying to catch my breath.
Then I heard, "We need to hurry or else your dad's going to drink all the wine."
I blinked twice. Straightening my back, breathing suddenly became a lot easier. I glared at him. "Then why are we just standing here? Move faster!"
He nodded and pulled me forward once again.
The after party was located in the palace's Grand Hall. There we would have to dance and thank everyone for coming. After the meal, we could grab a few barrels of wine and set off. No one would stop us if we said we were starting our honeymoon early.
And my last thought as the guards opened the castle doors for us?
I hope they made the cake blueberry flavored.
A/N: Thoughts?
Author: 100thAngel
Pairing: SunXMetal… sort of, not really…
Rated: T
Summary: We first met the day I walked down the wedding aisle. It was then that I learned… life fucking sucks!
Disclaimer: Yu Wo owns LSK and I make nothing for writing this.
Date of publication: 11/1/2014
† Restraining Destiny †
Ah, what a beautiful day for a wedding!
Of course, the sun was brimming with happiness, temporarily blinding any who looked up into the cloudless sky. Yes, yes, and the flowers bloomed with an everlasting glow, their lovely scents wafting all over the land and, more importantly, through the church.
The magnificent building stood in all its glory with its large, open doors beckoning all to enter. Crushed rose petals formed a runner through these open doors and down its immaculate steps like a rolling tongue.
As the wind picked up and gently scattered some of the petals, one could see them circle a beautiful man in white as if summoned on command to do so. All who witnessed the man's entrance gawked in surprise at his otherworldly splendor.
Oh, I was so gorgeous, no bloke could compare! It made me smile and smile for real for the first time this month. This wedding, my wedding, was just perfect! I was handsome, the violinists played perfectly in sync as I elegantly glided across the floor, I was super handsome, the people all bowed before me, I was really super handsome, and at the end of the aisle, standing at the altar wearing the most miserable of frowns was… my soon to be husband.
Fuck!
“What a charming princess… but why isn’t she wearing a dress?”
“No, no, that’s a guy!”
“I’m going to cry, it’s so sad; I came here for a wedding between our prince and the neighboring kingdom’s princess. I didn’t think they’d send a guy. This sucks! I want to see a virginal beauty like my father promised.”
...Fuck. Fuck. Fuck! You insolent- Gahh! I hate this~
My wedding, my perfect wedding that was supposed to be me, already at the altar, watching a busty princess walking down the aisle in a flattering, low cut gown is ruined!
Father, you’re too cruel. How the hell will wedding a couple of males stabilize our two kingdoms? I knew I should have jumped out the window this morning and faked my own death when I had the chance.
Then I’d be free to venture around the late night taverns in search of willing prostitutes who would fall in love with my good looks and cash and then we’d all get married and I’d become king with lots of servants who would do whatever I say and my people would worship me as their new god and then I’d raise the taxes and get even more money and prostitutes and I’d have my happily ever after!
Boo hoo~ My prostitutes- I mean… boo hoo~ I don’t want to marry a man!
The smile on my lips threatened to fall. No! I must think positively or else Father will get angry again. All the children of my father were bred to be the shining beacons of happiness. We were graceful and humble and all things good- or at least we had to act like we were. If we weren’t, then we'd have to lower taxes. The citizens needed good looking men and women to rule over them. That’s how it’s always been.
By the time I finished musing, I had already made it to the altar. At this point, you may be wondering why it was just the two of us and the priest up here, so let me explain. Ahem! Royal weddings are sacred.
That’s all.
I don’t really understand it but I think it has something to do with God. Whatever. It’s not important. Anyway, neither of us had a best man bearing rings so why bother. And being led down the aisle by our fathers? Ha! My father was dead drunk before I even got dressed this morning. No one wants a drunk to crash their wedding... oh. Scratch that, that's exactly what I want!
Ah, if only I could grab the cake and go. I had to hold back the sigh that threatened to slip past my lips at the thought.
As I was instructed by my father to do, I held out my hand, palm up, to my betrothed. He made a disgusted face as he grasped hold of it. Wait, why do you get to wear an ugly face while I have to continue smiling?! I have a feeling I’m going to really hate you.
The instruments faded out as we turned to the priest. He coughed once before beginning with, “We are gathered here today…” I closed my eyes and inhaled. The low drone of the priest’s voice was making me tired. If I could survive this ceremony without falling asleep once, it would be a miracle. So in order not to fall asleep and risk falling over, I opened my eyes and glanced at the loser holding my hand. His grip was quite lax, barely touching my own leather clad fingers.
I took a look at his face- average, I concluded immediately. He wasn’t stunning or radiant. I could have easily overlooked him in a crowd. Quickly growing bored of staring at a man’s face, I tactfully pivoted my feet to the left. Unexpectedly, my hubby did the same only he pivoted to the right so we were awkwardly standing face to face again. Err, what now?
Oh, oh, he’s peeking out at the crowed. Excellent, let’s see if there’s anything exciting going on.
I first casted a sideways glance towards my father’s general direction. He and the king of this kingdom sat next to each other in a private loge where they had the perfect view of, well, everything. And as I predicted, he was more interested in nursing from his bottle of wine then appreciating the scenery. Damn you father, you could at least throw a few bottles this way. I could really go for a drink right now.
The king next to him was also drinking and… correcting documents? Was my wedding truly so boring that you felt a better use of your time was overseeing paperwork?
I clenched the hand by my side into a fist as my other one shook in rage. It caused the man holding it to raise an eyebrow at me. Eww, don't look at me like that. He cocked his head to the side, only I could swear he wasn’t looking at me anymore, and smiled lightly. He seemed to be looking over my shoulder. Was there something behind me? I wish I could take a quick look but even if no one noticed, it would still be wrong, right? This was supposed to be my wedding after all so I had to at least appear interested.
Instead, I turned to the pews and found... no one paying attention. What the hell!
Even my little brothers were doing their own things. The most depressing part about that wasn't the fact that Ceo was curled up in a ball, snoring away but that Georgo was discreetly eating chocolates.
That bastard!
His eyes flashed as he grinned and popped another treat into his open maw. That smug little... I’ll get you for this!
I suddenly felt my hand being tugged. Oh, are we finished here? Can I leave?
When I looked back at whosamacallit- I should probably learn his name soon -he was wearing a frown again and then he mouthed the words, "You're sneezing."
What? I'm not sneezing. Is your head on straight? Don't tell me I'm marrying some deranged prince!
He seemed to understand the blank look on my face- Oh! I get it now. Not "sneezing" but "seething." In that case, I was probably making a pretty nasty face.
I rolled my shoulders and tried to relax. A smile came naturally to my lips in appreciation. If he hadn't distracted me, nothing would have stopped me from marching right up to my little brother and stealing his candy away.
Haha, imagine that! Two grown men, princes of the glorious Kingdom of Sun, fighting over candy. Father would kill us both and- HOT BABE SPOTTED!! Hallelujah!
Look at her! She's so sexy with her curvy figure and expensive dress. I'd much prefer her standing up here with me. I wouldn't even care what her name was as long as she slept with me. Her lips looked so plump and juicy, so red and kissable.
"You may kiss your prince." Yes, yes, that little vixen over there can kiss...
*Tug, tug*
On second thought, I don't want to kiss anyone! No! I don’t want my first kiss to be with a man! I didn't sign up for this, I didn't even agree to marriage in the first place! Father threatened to disown me, I had no choice! Someone save me!
Ah! He's getting closer. Nonononono! Get away from me! I didn't know we had to kiss, Father didn't tell me anything about this! Spare me!
The lip locking came fast and ended even quicker. It was more like a light peck you'd give your mother before bed, aimed for the corner instead of full on.
I barely opened my eyes, not remembering when I had closed them, before I was manhandled down the aisle, passing the cheering masses- when did they start paying attention? -, and out the church doors.
The common folk who, of course, were not allowed so close to royalty stood outside the church, clapping and wishing us eternal happiness.
We took a sharp turn and ran right past them.
That was not enough to escape their eyes. Swarms of them started to run after us. They even tried to touch me!
The guards helped but it didn't matter much as we were going really fast. No one could keep up, not even the guards.
We ducked into random alleyways and spun around corners without slowing our pace.
By the time it was just the two of us, I was a panting mess. Never have I had to run so quickly before.
I yelled, "Wait, wait, I can't run in these shoes. Let go!"
He glanced at me with a frown- what's with this guy and frowning? -but didn't let go of my hand. When he stopped running, my legss gave out and I clasp my knee with a hand, trying to catch my breath.
Then I heard, "We need to hurry or else your dad's going to drink all the wine."
I blinked twice. Straightening my back, breathing suddenly became a lot easier. I glared at him. "Then why are we just standing here? Move faster!"
He nodded and pulled me forward once again.
The after party was located in the palace's Grand Hall. There we would have to dance and thank everyone for coming. After the meal, we could grab a few barrels of wine and set off. No one would stop us if we said we were starting our honeymoon early.
And my last thought as the guards opened the castle doors for us?
I hope they made the cake blueberry flavored.
A/N: Thoughts?