A SMALL MATTER OF MARRIAGE (FAITH FAN FIC) WEDDING
I have not posted like in a thousand years. For the die hard fans of Faith, if there are still some out there, I was actually busy writing fanfics. I have continuation for the two stories I started posting here. I've neglected posting to LifeJournal, as it seemed that there was not much interest in reading them. However, just in case anybody is still interested, I'm going to start posting what I have already written.
THE WEDDING
The Queen had the girls, taking care of Eun Soo, wake her up real early. A bath was drawn for her, warm waters infused with the essence of the most expensive oils from the Queen's own collection. Flower petals like a luxurious carpet covered the surface. Still sleepy, the bride sank inside the bath and allowed the women to care for her: washing her hair and body with sweet almond oil preparation and massaging her tense shoulders. Wearing a soft bathrobe afterwards, Eun Soo was placed on pillows and her long tresses were combed tenderly: if there were any knots she didn't feel it, they were very careful with her, even reverently so. Her hair was dried by two maidens, while the third one massaged Eun Soo's face and neck, putting something aromatic and moisturizing on the tips of her fingers. A pleasant tingling sensation followed the wave of warmth and then the skin was cooled by the soft cloth saturated in herbal liquid. She thanked them for all the things they have done, as she was so relaxed she forgot the time or where she was, it was the best spa day she's had in years.
A specially created dress was brought out. It was done to her specifications, as described once to the Queen by Choi Young - v neck, figure hugging silhouette and sleeveless. It was made from the finest silk, the color was not exactly white, more creamy, matching Eun Soo's complexion perfectly. Still relaxing after the spa, Eun Soo did not realize at first what kind dress it was. They helped her put it on, and only after the silk caressed her skin, hugging her curves seamlessly, she gasped in surprise, in awe at the skill of the royal seamstress. She did not think it was possible to make such a dress without trying it on at least once. She did not realize that she had a couple of fittings for various items, only they were needed for the seamstress to make this perfect creation.
"Lady Yoo, there is another layer."
"Of course, there is. There is always another layer. The more important the ceremony is, the more layers there are."
The next layer was made out of translucent, gauze-like fabric, which gently filtered the light in, its shape mimicked Eun Soo's contours, and although her wedding dress did not shine in all its beauty, the shape and the color was seen through, yet providing a necessary layer of modesty for her bare arms.
"The Queen wanted you to know that although she would like to fulfill all of your wishes, the high status of this wedding requires a certain level of social grace. That's why the cover is required to be warn by the bride."
To keep with the tradition of the bride wearing red, various adorations in red hues were added to her costume - gorgeous golden earrings with red stones were placed in her ears and a matching necklace strung around her neck.
"What about the hair?" Wondered Eun Soo; she imagined that she would have to wear it up with pins and heavy decorations, which she despised after having to endure them on a couple of occasions.
As if to answer her concern, a wreath of various types of mums and chrysanthemums, yellow and white, with a few white rose buds sprinkled in between was delivered. The two maidens, who were serving her today, carefully placed it on her head, crowing her auburn hair, which lay in free flowing waves down to her shoulders. After the oil treatment, her hair was smooth, shiny and silky, not a sign of freeze.
"My lady" and the maidens held up multiple mirrors for her to look at herself. They had to line themselves so that she could see her reflection from head to toe, with one of the girls squatting near the floor. Although they did not have a full height mirror, they were inventive, she had to give them that.
At last the bride stood before this unique mirror assortment and her eyes filled with tears as she realized that she wanted this more than she ever thought possible. She sniffled and almost cried, but stopped herself, she could not go with red eyes! This was a defining moment - why was she so hesitant before?
The thought of her parents made her eyes swell with tears that could not be stopped. She motioned for a handkerchief and drying the salty drops that just would not stop coming, she asked her parents for forgiveness. "Mom, Dad, I wish you would be here. I know that I left you for a man, but you always wanted me to find that one person who could make me happy. He just turned out to be from the past. I promise: he makes me happy every day and he will in the future. If not for him, I would not be standing here today, ready to walk down the aisle, getting married."
"You are dazzling, madam, don't cry," said the maiden to Eun Soo, smiling. Eun Soo had to steel her nerves for a second, closing her eyes as the woman mentioned, "The Queen has made sure that nothing will disturb the bride, so don't cry."
"What a beautiful bride!" she heard a familiar voice. Lady Choi looked her over with a discerning eye and dropping the cold pretence, she allowed her stern face soften by a sweet smile. "That punk sure is a lucky one."
"Thank you, aunt."
"How are you doing?" she was uncharacteristically soft and caring, but Eun Soo took what was given without questions.
"I think I'm nervous. How's the groom? He won't get cold feet, will he?"
"I do not know if his feet are cold, I believe he is wearing socks, he should be fine."
Eun Soo laughed brightly. "I know, his feet are always warm."
She was marrying the man sent from heavens to her, could this be true? Was she really finally getting married?
In his room Choi Young had just finished putting on the robes sent the night before by the Queen and sighed. The coat was black, soft and well proportioned; usually the seamstress had troubles with his height, but she got the measures right for this one. The leather bordering the outfit was dark contrasting with the white folds underneath.
He could not sleep, tossing and turning, he was so nervous with anticipation, his body refused to be tired. He got up at dawn, and went for a quick ride to calm his nerves; upon return, he practiced the energy balancing martial arts exercise and made a few guys engage with him in a sparring session. After that, he poured a few buckets of icy cold water on himself to wash the shine of sweat after the workout. He proceeded to take a bath, using the aromatic stone, Eun Soo called "soap", to thoroughly cleanse himself and washed his hair. The day barely started for others, but he has done already many things.
Finishing the last step in his grooming preparations, he combed his hair, refusing the help of the royal eunuchs sent for the task. Finally, he gathered the small box delivered by the Assistant General; it was the first time he'd sent such a request to the forgers. Their curious questioning about his use for the items was incredibly vexing. The queen had to step in and make the request absolute: no one was to wonder or even tell what the items were, but Choi Young was confident that they were perfect.
He opened the little lid, inspected the jewels and closed it, of course they were.
"General," Choong Seok, entered the room; as per request of the King the man wore his gala uniform. "We are ready to escort you to the gardens."
Choi Young sighed, his nerves wrecking his very bones, and looked up at the man. "Did you ever think this would occur? To me?"
The Assistant General smiled, "It was bound to happen, one day or another, sir."
Choi Young nodded, and handed the box to him. "I was told you must carry these."
"Me? Why me?"
"As best man, or whatever." And patting the man's shoulder, Choi Young walked out of the room.
"General, someone's asking for you at the entrance to the gardens. The guards are posted for ceremony and only official guests with invitations can come through. They are a rowdy bunch and the older couple has got quite a mouth on them."
"Let them through. I invited them."
Remembering something very important, he returned to the room and examined his hair one last time in the mirror. No matter how many times he straightened his clothes and ran the comb through the hair, he was still the same as a couple of hours before. He was as ready as he could be. The vows! He took a carefully kept paper out of the drawer and felt another wave of anxiety build up in his stomach. If I only knew that this wedding would be so nerve wrecking, I wouldn't have insisted on it that much. Imja is always right, I should have listened to her and let it go.
Dae Man and Deok Man, headed by Choong Seok, were waiting awkwardly by the door, unusually quiet and serious, both young men were also dressed in matching outfits, gala style, like the Assistant General.
"Comb your hair." And a slap landed on the back of his head.
Dae Man lifted his eyes. "Sorry General, I tried. I spent half an hour and this is the best I could do." His spiky hairstyle resembled a well combed porcupine, even the longer length did little for him, although the ponytail provided some appearance of order. "If you do not wish for my appearance…" And if Choi Young did not know any better, he would have thought the boy would burst into tears, his voice shaking.
"Of course not, you are family, remember."
The young man's eyes lit up and he shoot his signature smile.
"Straighten you back" - and slap on the back for Deok Man.
"Yes, Sir." And the tall handsome man fixed his posture.
"Both of you, I rely on you to be the good examples of Woodalchi. Do not embarrass me." And the three musketeers trailed behind him in a formation.
The colorful bunch of Suribangs were waiting for him at the entrance.
"Pledged Aunt, Uncle", Choi Young bowed, making them shut up, he rarely showed them appropriate respect. "I appreciate you coming on such short notice. I would like to request of you the honor of walking me to my bride. Although we are not blood related, our ties are closer than of some families."
"Yes," "Sure", they both grimaced in surprise. "Tell us what to do, lad."
"One more thing then, you may need to change your clothing."
"This is an expensive outfit, I'm not changing that!" the old woman protested.
"I guarantee what you will be given is a lot more expensive and of the highest quality. Everything is provided by the Queen herself. I'm sure you can keep it afterwards."
That sealed the deal. And as if out of nowhere, a few maidens appeared in front of them, taking her to change, while Do Chi and two more eunuchs took care of the man.
"Imo," Choi Young spotted his dressed up aunt in the crowd. "Wow, you look different!" She indeed appeared like … a woman, with her hair done and the festive gown, even color was added to her face. "You are an attractive woman, Imo," added Choi Young with this unnecessary honesty, causing his aunt to blush for the first time in years.
"Ya, don't look at other women, you have a young bride," she retorted.
"Aunt, is everything ready?" He asked in a low whisper, looking around anxiously as the garden paths were rapidly feeling with the guests. They were all familiar faces - a few groups of Woodalchi soldiers dressed in silver tunics with the armor shining festively under the sunlight; the Suribang boys, their weapons out of sight, cleaned up and quiet, they seemed uncomfortable in this rich neighborhood; the warrior maidens - giggling in a corner, probably discussing the men; Do Chi with his wife, who turned out to be a friendly looking young woman, with a very outgoing disposition; and a few of his military comrades, all in full attire. There were no court officials or nobles to Choi Young's surprise.
"I thought the court would be present."
"Me too, but your wife has strange ideas about the ceremony and the queen has a plan, don't worry. Everybody will be satisfied in the end."
"This is not what I'm worried about."
"What about then?"
"What if she gets cold feet?"
"Cold feet? Her shoes are well made and should keep her feet comfortably warm. Wait a minute, she also asked about your feet. Are you both catching a cold? What is wrong with your feet, both of you, anyway?"
Choi Young smirked. Once Eun Soo told him about this strange phenomenon: right before the wedding a person gets so anxious or fearful about the marriage, they get "cold feet". He also did not understand at first, but Heavens language never made much sense to him anyway. When she explained, he thought it to be rather stupid at the time, but having experienced the anxiety of prewedding jitters, he understood.
"Forget about that, is the bride ready?"
"We already sent word that the wedding is about to start, I will make sure she comes, don't you worry, nephew," and she patted him reassuringly on the shoulder.
"I know, I know, it is just that she was so uncertain about the ceremony and what if she decides that she does not want to go through with it after all?"
"You are stupid. That woman loves you more than anything in the world. Did you forget that she returned to you after 5 years of absence? Why would she shy away from a simple ceremony? Take a deep breath and get ready."
Choi Young nodded, thanking his aunt for support in his mind.
The rest of the wedding party was here - Deo Gi and Go Jin Ah were dressed in matching robes and waited on the side where they were ordered to be.
The guests were directed to sides of the path, leading up to the pagoda. Seating was provided for their convenience, and while the ladies rushed to take the front rows, most of the men elected to stand during such an important event.
A beautiful music filled the air, the sounds of skillfully touched strings of the harp silenced the last conversations. The melody was lyrical; the harmony did something to the souls of the listeners, making most close their eyes or reach for their hearts, fluttering with sentiment. Women took out their handkerchiefs, pressing them against watery eyes and men stoically swallowed their emotions, straightening up. Everybody turned as the couples made their entrance. First Dae Man and Go Jin Ah, walking hand in hand; then Deo Gi and Deok Man, both feeling hot and tense, walking so closely to each other for the first time; then the royal couple entered. A gasp of surprise rolled around the audience. Everybody bowed, not knowing what to do and the women stood up, leaving their seats empty. The King and the Queen were smiling and there was something homey and comforting about them walking with the commoners and standing together with them. The men and the women parted, once reached the pagoda and stood at two ends, turning to the guests, who still stood staring at the royals in surprise.
The king with a half smirk, nodded and gestured for everyone to seat down, and the guests cautiously lowered themselves to the seats, including the Woodalchi, who immediately stood up because General Choi Young with the pledged Suribang Aunt and Uncle entered the gardens. How could they be seating when the General is not? He walked with confident strides as usual, calm face with a hint of smile; as he approached the pagoda, he slowed down and stumbled, making everybody look around nervously. The Suribang couple held him from both sides for support, looking extremely proud and pompous, to have been granted such an honor and to be of help.
Soon, very soon, his bride will arrive, and with that the ceremony will commence. He felt breathless and dizzy, like from those kisses him and Eun Soo shared, he felt his KI flaring up erratically and suddenly it became so hot that he wanted to jump in cold water, thirsty, very thirsty - his mouth was dry. Him and the rest of the people now all turned toward the entrance, where they expected to see a bride, the music continued, melody rising to new heights, trills growing in intensity…
The bride was standing in the darkened hallway that led to the garden, nervous and trembling. She pressed her palms together, trying to stop them from shaking, noticing how sweaty they were. That was it, once the curtains keeping them out of the sunshine part, she would be able to see HIM, and the thought made her weak at the knees. She swayed, finding support at the hand of Lady Choi. "Eun Soo-ya, are you nervous?"
"U-hu", she whimpered, nodding.
"I'll be walking you to your husband. I can't replace your parents, but I am honored to stand in their place. Listen to me," and she turned woman's face toward her. "I am not the most romantic or touchy-feely person, but the way my nephew loves you gives me butterflies in my stomach; it scares me sometimes. I never thought it possible to have him give his heart to anybody fully, but he did to you. So hold it with care. I rely on you."
"Imo," Eun Soo hugged her awkwardly, afraid to ruin her clothes and hair.
"Go on, he is waiting, he has been waiting his whole life, don't make it any longer!"
The light invaded them; and blinded, Eun Soo stepped forward bravely onto the path covered with red and white rose petals, led by Lady Choi. The flowers rustled lightly under her feet and she realized her hearing was back, because for a minute there everything went silent as if she was deaf. She heard a flute singing a love ode, accompanied by a harp, and her eyes saw a tall slim figure under the arch of the white and yellow flowers so far away...
Choi Young's vision became blurry and he squinted trying to make out whether what he saw was an angel from Heaven or a human woman - Eun Soo was moving toward him. The white of her dress peeking through the ethereal upper layer, moving around her like a swirl of clouds; her red hair, adorned by a flower crown; the jewels reflecting the sunlight, glistening on her neck and sparkling on her ears - she was the most perfect creation he has ever seen.
After meeting his eyes, Eun Soo wanted to free herself and run, run toward him, all the people around her became an instant hindrance, prying at what seemed to be very intimate - she wanted to be one with him, to tell him how happy she was and how much she loved him, so much that she could not wait! But she walked, clutching a bouquet in her hand, smiling and all she could do was to make love to him with her eyes, him responding in likeness.
In adoration looking at the handsome man waiting for her, she was utterly amazed at how perfectly gorgeous he was. She forgot all about her nervousness; she wanted to spend her entire lifetime with him, and the next life, and the life after that… Her hand was on his, at which moment she has arrived there Eun Soo wasn't sure, but his fingers held tightly onto her soft limb. They finally stood across from each other; both can't help, but smile. Feeling everybody's eyes on them, Eun Soo gripped his fingers a bit tighter, while he straightened his back even more. She really wanted this, even if the attention of so many people on them was hard to disregard; after all the meaningless gossip and stupid things said about them, she really wanted to marry with the whole world watching her. Forever, together, devoted and faithful till her last breath, she wanted to be next to this man, who made her feel so safe and loved…
As if prepared, together at the same time they let out a deep exhale. Now they were ready.
Inconspicuous, a Buddhist monk quietly entered the space next to them, his robes making a soft rustling sound, echoing the music still floating around the garden, the harp and the flute, gently singing something that reminded Eun Soo about being young and carefree with a warm sadness to the sound, bringing tears to her eyes.
Loud chanting echoed in the pagoda, as Choi Young and Eun Soo turned to look at the one leading the ceremony. Choi Young eyes reflected surprise and his body instantly relaxed at the sight of the man who created the talisman woven out of his love and devotion to Eun Soo. There was nobody else he would rather join their hands for eternity. He gave the monk a nod, acknowledging his presence and silently glanced at the Queen, who was smiling brightly, knowing that her present to Choi Young was exactly what he wanted. He would say his thanks later, but for now, the chant was completed and silence fell on the garden, even the musicians gave their instruments a rest.
The monk's voice was not loud, but he projected it powerfully over the heads of the guests and into the distance, covering the whole garden, the birds and flowers, and the little stream, including the nature as a part of this special event.
After a brief introduction of wedding etiquette and ceremony, the monk smiled at the couple, finally setting eyes on them.
"Today, this couple is happy not because they can share the joy of their love with friends and family, but because they present to the world the aspiration for their future. They had decided to join as one and help each other to develop their hearts and souls, in the cultivation of their beings through this love that has transcended over time. As I understand the couple elected to write their own vows, and now is the moment in which they will share them."
He signaled, making Choi Young swallow hard and take a deep breath, he pulled out a piece of the folded paper and opened it slowly; looking at it, he lifted his eyes to Eun Soo's face, who smiled at him gently, her eyes were full of tears, creating a big knot in his throat. The paper dropping to the ground, his hands took hold of Eun Soo's, and after spending hours of carefully constructing his speech, he instead spoke words being born now from within his heart:
"Imja, I once said that if I were to have you, it would not be for a day, or a week, or even a month, it should only be forever. I promised to be by your side in sickness and in health and to protect you with all my might. I failed before, and I may fail again, not because I did not try, but because of the circumstances beyond my control. But I realized something very important - it does not matter, as my love will always keep you safe, even if I cannot be next to you at all times.
Yoo Eun Soo, from the first time I saw you - I was yours, even if I did not know it yet.
I, Choi Young, Commanding General of Woodalchi, vow in the name of Goryeo warrior, on the honor that this title holds, that with every breath I take, I will breathe for you; as long as my heart beats, it will beat for you; till the end of our lives, I will give myself fully and freely to you. My life, my heart, my soul - undivided is yours."
The world stood still and then he heard Eun Soo's voice:
"Choi Young," she said softly, her voice carrying something deep and personal, not hiding her tears.
"I talk a lot and I babble, but I don't need many words to simply say: I was born to be by your side, to walk on this path with you, to watch over you and to be loved by you. I am difficult, but so are you. We may fight and we may fight hard, but nothing can tear us apart. Whatever comes our way, we will overcome. I vow to protect your precious heart with my love and to give you strength when you are weary; I will be your tears, when you have none and I will be your voice, if you can not speak. I humbly surrender myself to you, till the end of our lives, I will give myself fully and freely to you. My life, my heart, my soul - undivided is yours."
A beautiful silence descended on the gardens and all the eyes were focused on the couple under the flower arch. The voice of the monk rang through the air, breaking the standstill:
"Remember, you will always be a mystery to each other, but even then regard the mystery of your beings with respect, curiosity and joy. As you stand here today by each other's side, promise to treasure every day of your married life. At the moments of disagreement, do not cling to any attachment of anger or ignorance, always remember your kindness and the generosity of your souls. Be patient with each of your natures, be understanding of changes that will come. Yearn for each other, even while together; so that you can be joyous every day spent next to each other, as one."
The monk showered them with blessings, and prayers were given.
"It is time for the exchange of the rings," said the wise monk, making Choong Seok step forward, offering the rings to the man, who opened the small box and also blessed the jewels. "These rings are the visible sign of the inward bond that unites these two beings as one; the two hearts in partnership shall be together even while their bodies are apart."
Choi Young slipped the ring on Eun Soo's finger, and she placed one on his.
The time stopped for them. Choi Young saw their future filled with many more struggles and pain, yet highlighted by undying faith and love they would give each other. The hand of the woman he was holding was light and slender, but it gave him unimaginable strength in the face of adversity. "Imja," he whispered, "Sarang-he" a magical Heavenly word that shrouded them both in the cloak of invisible protection and inviolability. "Sarang-he," she added one more layer of purity to touch his shoulders.
Eun Soo never dreamt this day would come, the day when they can be truly acknowledged by everybody, and can be free to love. She thought of the time when they first met and how many roads they have walked to come to this point. In about 700 years, another Eun Soo again will be born, visit the grave of General Choi Young, read about him in history books and fall in love with the man, not even knowing it yet. She will cross the universe to be with him and will be standing at this same very spot, back in the past, wondering about how the circle of life completes itself. As what they have has neither beginning, nor end, like the wedding rings, they will come to this place to join their hands together infinitely, over and over and over again.
"By the power vested in me, and by the blessings of the lineage of your spiritual friends, I now pronounce you husband and wife."
The couple was wrapped around by the Katarg, symbolizing their union and the fragility of it, and they turned to each other.
"You may kiss the bride," exclaimed the monk, winking at Choi Young, who was all smiles and leaned to kiss Eun Soo's willing lips. The kiss drew them in, making them forget about the spectators, both getting deeper and deeper into the sensations, eyes closed, holding each other's faces with tender hands.
The crowd was caught in the moment, although not used to such public display of affection, they would normally turn away, but they could not stop watching, it was absolutely mesmerizing. Other couples in love, who were present at the ceremony, were giving each other glances and shy smiles, some touching hands; while the single guests had a moment to reflect on whether they had a place for love in their lives.
Cheers and applause were heard, and finally the couple turned to look and bow to their guests. "We are officially married now," mouthed Eun Soo, turning her smiling face to her husband. He clasped her hand stronger and looked back at her, his face showing one of those smiles that said everything: love, adoration, happiness, contentment and excitement.
They stepped onto the path, and as if by magic, a gust of wind lifted off the flower petals, showering them with red and white fragrant rain, soft petals, landing on their clothes and hair. They both laughed and the crowd, excited chanted "Congratulations!" Suddenly, the sound of drums filled the air, and at the end of the aisle where curtains separating the bride from the public used to hang, on a large empty meadow, a burst of fire blocked the view and when the smoke dissipated, a tall kneeling figure was revealed. The man's white clothes glowed under the sunlight, and the contrasting black hair, freely falling down his back covered his face as well, his head down as he leaned on his sword, lodged into the ground. The newlyweds turned in surprise to the Queen, who only shrugged her shoulders, as this was news to her as well, she did not include any performance of the sort into the program.
The man rose slowly, moving to the beats of the drums, his tall and limber body swinging like a weeping willow, his flowing clothes unwrapping, spreading like wings, two beautiful white pigeons emerging from the wide sleeves and perching on his hands. The crowd murmurs in excitement, gasps of surprise and amazement are heard; and the drum beat stops with the flute singing a signal, he slightly moves his prone arms and the birds lift off into the air, everybody turning to follow them till they disappear into the sun. The drums start again, now speed and sound growing with intensity, and the tall figure, recognized by many as the effeminate Suribang, now twirling, with both arms raised to the skies, his clothes catching with the fast movement of the body, creating circles of silk around him and a sword reaching toward heavens, glistening under the sunlight dancing in his hand. Four women, dressed as warriors, also carrying swords, encircle the tall figure, dancing in a ring, swords creating intricate patterns in the air as they throw colorful strings, and the Suribang's swift blade cuts them quickly in the air, small pieces, like confetti picked up by the wind, covering the dancers. Another burst of fire and smoke, and just as they magically appeared, the dancers are no longer in site, the last drum roll and the beat hangs in the air, dropping to the ground, signaling the end of the dance.
The grand dining hall was decorated with festive colors, and many tables were set for the gathering of aristocrats and officials, all curious as to celebrate the wedding they were not invited to. Traditional wedding music was playing, and the men and women bowed as the King and Queen entered the room, leading the small parade of the Woodalchi and finally the wedded couple, who sat at a separate table, close to the king's. A long line of guests coming up to the newlyweds, each offering good wishes and gifts, which were placed on a large table next to them, seemed to never end. Both Eun Soo and Choi Young were hurting from the obligatory smiles plastered on their faces and constant bowing to each guest.
"Daejang, I want to go, please, this will break my neck and I will get a facial spasm if this lasts any longer," whispered Eun Soo during a short intermission when the food was brought out.
"Believe me, I would gladly be gone, too, but according to the Queen, we have to endure this. The rules, my status, the royal honor, you know the drill," and he kissed his wife's hand, trying to comfort her.
The Queen, of course, already predicted that they would not be enjoying this part of the ceremony. She mentioned something to her royal husband, who nodded in agreement and a message was delivered to the couple through a maiden, although they were just a step away, it was not appropriate for them to speak to each other across the table, as the etiquette of such gathering dictated. After reading the message, the couple rose and the guests immediately got quiet.
"Chona, Your Majesty," they both produced a bow of appropriate angle and duration, "We can not express how grateful we are as your presence have graced our humble celebration. We would like to thank all the guests for wishes, blessings and gifts," and they also bowed to the crowd, who seemed pleased with speech. "As the tradition goes, we will now leave for a time of private quiet contemplation."
The King got up, slightly nodding to Choi Young, whose eyes expressed gratitude. "Please stay and enjoy the festivities, as the couple's life will only be as prosperous and happy, as the guests can be satisfied today. Indulge in food, wine and music on this joyful day."
They exited the room, followed still by good wishes, and courteously the new husband and wife bowed and nodded, thanking the guests.
Outside the door, they both stopped and exhaled. "That was stifling!"
They were met by the Suribang Aunt and Uncle, who without a word, dragged them out and toward their tavern. "Where are you taking us?" asked Eun Soo curiously, while Choi Young did not even bother. "Do you have anything planned at your place?" Guessed the wife, covering her mouth in surprise and excitement.
The rest of the Suribang gang was waiting outside of the palace gates. They all received their weapons back and looked much more comfortable. They surrounded the couple in a tight formation, not to attract the unnecessary attention, and from aside they looked like an overdressed bunch of peddlers and hooligans, with the general and his wife not even seen, hidden in a middle of the rowdy circle.
As they entered the wide open courtyard, the sound of popping crackers and home made fireworks made them lift their heads. The roof of the building was filled with the market people and those who have heard about their beloved general's wedding, all wanting to celebrate with the couple. Rice and flowers were thrown on them from the rooftop, and holding hands and laughing they ran inside the building, helping each other to clean grains that got stuck in their hair and clothes.
Inside the sound of music and laughter was loud, many guests have already started the party, the wine jugs empty and the food half finished. Still holding onto Choi Young's arm, and looking around the crowd, Eun Soo felt a little overwhelmed. As the couple entered, people stood, lifting the drinks and toasting. Glasses were put into their hands and the crowd urged them to drink, chanting "Drink to the bottom, Drink to the bottom!" Even Choi Young who was never a friend to the bottle, emptied his cup, and the two of them looked at each other in genuine surprise, still unable to believe how popular they had somehow became.
Eun Soo and Choi Young were seated at the head of a very long wooden table with other tables pushed flush to it to create the longest dining arrangement possible in the room of this size. Benches and chairs were placed for seating, and all the Woodalchi and the closest friends, got a spot at the table. Dae Man with his fiancé came over to give their wishes, followed by Deok Man and Choong Seok, who both vigorously shook Eun Soo's hand congratulating her and hugged Choi Young, who had to shake them off to avoid the embarrassment in front of the whole town. Eun Soo's influence definitely made them softer and freer with expressing their affection.
Deo Gi stood to the side, looking lonely, especially not being able to hear the conversations or the music, making her face sour and eyes tear. This was one of the rare occasions when she was aware of being deaf and wishing she could be like the rest of the hearing people. Somebody's hand gently touched her shoulder and she saw Deok Man in front of her smiling. He was talking to her, and she was able to read his lips. Apparently, he was inviting her to join him at the table. Before she could answer, he took her hand and dragged her along; placing her on the bench, he moved a plate and a cup in front of her on the table and sat right next to her. He was very pleased with himself, but Deo Gi looked uncomfortable and would not look back at him.
He leaned toward her, knowing that in order for him to be understood, she had to see his face, at the same moment, she finally lifted her head up, their heads bumping painfully. Both of them pulled away, rubbing foreheads and frowning.
Many, many times Deok Man was called hard headed by his general. But he never thought he would see the day proven so; the poor woman he literally hurt while trying to speak with her! He was attempting to assist Deo Gi, at least to get a glimpse at the bump she must now sport, watching her holding the side of her head, making soft sounds of pain. She attempted to get up, still keeping her head down, running into his chest, as he was hovering above her, clumsily wanting to help. They both froze. Embarrassed and blushing from this closeness and these strange accidents, which just kept bringing her to him, Deo Gi kept her head burrowed in his chest. While he sat there, arms stuck in the air, not moving, not knowing whether to hug her, or move her, or stand her up. Her head felt soft and warm against his hard muscled chest and he could smell the sweet scent of her hair, making his breath shallower and heartbeat faster. Finally the girl lifted her head, turning away and quickly got up, stumbling, with her dress, stuck on the side of the bench. He jumped at the chance to serve her and pulled the dress, tearing a hole in it. Deo Gi stared at him, angrily gesturing and walked away toward the exit of the room.
"Aish!" he slapped his stupid head and followed her to try to beg for forgiveness.
Appearing in front of her, yet again, he blocked her path and she was forced to look up at him. "I am so sorry, forgive me, please, I did not mean to hurt you. I was just trying to talk to you and you turned, and I have this head, hard as a rock, and I'm too tall, so if you are not used to me… And I'm sorry about the dress. Your dress is very pretty." He was mumbling and stumbling around with his words, obviously trying to express something sincerely. She could tell at least that much from his expression. "And you are very pretty, very pretty, Ms. Deo Gi," he finally produced, astonished himself at what just came out of his mouth.
The girl smiled, understanding his last words. And signed OK, I forgive you.
"I don't know what you said," he admitted, his face a little sad at not being able to communicate with her.
"I said you are pretty. Your eyes are pretty and your mouth, too," he added, getting a little confident and thinking that she, maybe, did not understand what he said before.
She smiled once again and returned back to the table, he followed her like a puppy, realizing he was forgiven. Both of them a little shy and a little awkward, dining next to each, not really able to communicate like regular couples, forced to keep eye contact, and with that feeling something being born and growing, the first sprouts of affection planted. Love was in the air.
The music filled the hall, echoing off the high ceilings, making the sound bounce from wall to wall. The musicians took turns playing, drinking and eating in-between, and very soon they were all a little drunk and a lot more happier.
Attracted by the sound of festivities, people started spilling into the yard from the street and two little girls snuck inside the dining hall, bright eyes looking intently at the bride with curiosity. Eun Soo noted them next to her and smiled, waving them to come closer.
"Ajumma, are you the bride?"
"Yes, I am."
"And Attashi is the groom?"
"Yes he is."
"You are pretty."
"He is pretty, too."
"Thank you," they made her laugh, how cute and innocent!
The girls tugged at her sleeves, curious to see the dress underneath.
"Do you want to see?" And Eun Soo got up, translucent cover dropped over the bench, she stood in her wedding dress, her slender white arms exposed and a v-cut in the front lower than on any dress anyone ever seen. Her beauty was astonishing. Yes, the curves and the exposed skin were alluring and sensual, but the white against her skin and in contrast with the red jewels made her look regal.
"Ajumma is so pretty!" the girls pulled her hands, dragging her away from the table and to the center of the room, where the people immediately separated, making way for her, like she was a queen.
Choi Young, usually quick to react, did not move, paralyzed by her lure and divine perfection. It was his wife out there, every man in the room could see her forms and imagine what was underneath the dress; after this, she could never show her face at the market place and he would have to ship her off to a distant monastery for a few years till the gossip and stories die out. Meanwhile he will live like a widower, with a new wife who is alive and well, only because her wedding dress, made to her heavenly specifications, showed her arms and cleavage. These thoughts passed through his mind, but in a haze, he still did not leap to cover her or blind the eyes of all the men in the room with his KI. Shielding her beauty was as futile as trying to block the sun from being seen by standing in its path or attempting to make the moon and stars shine less brightly by covering somebody's eyes. There are just some kinds of light that can not be dimmed…. "Imja, he called," and she turned smiling. "You are so … bright."
She came up to him, wearing the white silk of her dress, her arms now used to be in the open. "Dance with me," and she offered him her hand, slightly pulling him up from his seat. He followed, as she was a siren, calling out to him and he had no defense against her enticement.
"It is called the first dance. I want it to be memorable." She turned to the musicians and sang a tune, explaining that the beat was to three and it was important to keep the beat consistently like that.
"Put your hands like this," she instructed him placing his right hand on her waist; he pulled it away, uncomfortable to be so intimate in front of the huge crowd. But Eun Soo placed it back and took his other hand, outstretching both their arms to the side, while putting her left hand on top of his shoulder. "Don't worry it is just a dance, we are not making love in front of the audience," she joked, seeing how confused he was about what was about to happen. "Trust me, Daejang, you will do just fine. Follow me. I will count for you, the beat is to three." And she signaled to the musicians, who to their credit were very talented and picked up the tune to the note, starting the slow melody, enchanted themselves and lulling the rest of the crowd to silence.
The music was unlike anything heard before. It was gentle and moving, it had a passionate undercurrent, kept at bay with a steady, yet simple rhythm to the count of three, creating a beautiful movement of the feet and bodies on the floor: slow rotation around each other and along the dancing circle.
Choi Young naturally gifted with his body, immediately picked up the steps and Eun Soo happily gave away the lead to her husband, who now danced with grace of a professional ballroom dancer. Round and round, without stopping, while their eyes obsessed with each other, smiling and loving every moment of it, this was the ultimate first dance of the wedding, memorable and magical.
The crowd began gently swaying and some couples tried to join them on the floor, clumsily repeating the steps, yet beckoned by the heavenly music to dance.
"Imja, are you happy?"
"This is the wedding I dreamt of, but better!"
As the evening draw to its end, they were both tired and delighted. At last the day that was pushed back and avoided, finally came to life, bringing them much deserved relief and recognition. They quietly slipped outside, and hugged under the open skies, the fireworks splashed above them, as some of the people on the roof waited for the dark to show off their skills. The skies lit up momentarily casting colorful glow on the couple and those who were outside respectfully kept their distance, admiring the site of the newlyweds.
Holding hands they started home, quiet and content. After the delights of excitement and experimentation caused by their pre-wedding separation, they did not need the immediate satisfaction of the flash. The thrill of the day drained them both to the point of collapse.
Coming back home, finally to share the same bed, Eun Soo and Choi Young kissed and without talking helped each other out of their clothes. The black of his tunic cast aside. A white silk of the dress departed her skin and the glow of the jewels no longer adding the sparkle. They embraced, finding comfort in nudity and getting comfortable under the covers, closed their eyes to welcome long awaited rest for bodies and souls.
He woke up from the sound of raindrops hitting the roof, at first slowly, one at a time, then quicker in a strangely arranged cacophony. It was fitting to have the rain on a wedding night. It was said that it brings luck, but they were beyond simplicity of luck. The rain that his wife loves so much, the rain that became an integral part of their journey together, that jolted him into consciousness when he was almost dead, this rain became a symbol of their union. Just like the yellow flowers - ordinary in their appearance, but carrying a deep symbolic meaning of love, faith and hope, nevertheless. Listening to the rain, feeling Eun Soo's body pressed against him, Choi Young felt a growing desire. He wanted to make love to his wife in the rain, to make love with the sound of raindrops as the music accompanying their lives. He was moved by a sense of connectedness to her and tenderness that ached throughout his body. He turned toward Eun Soo only to meet her wide open gaze. She was not asleep, also awakened by the rain. Looking at each other's eyes, drawn by the magnetic inevitable force, they both were in silent agreement. Their attraction was a mix of passion and tenderness, every gesture and move intended to give, not take. Here they were, loving each other in the rain, happy with the occasion to celebrate their marriage that was 5 years in the making.
THE WEDDING
The Queen had the girls, taking care of Eun Soo, wake her up real early. A bath was drawn for her, warm waters infused with the essence of the most expensive oils from the Queen's own collection. Flower petals like a luxurious carpet covered the surface. Still sleepy, the bride sank inside the bath and allowed the women to care for her: washing her hair and body with sweet almond oil preparation and massaging her tense shoulders. Wearing a soft bathrobe afterwards, Eun Soo was placed on pillows and her long tresses were combed tenderly: if there were any knots she didn't feel it, they were very careful with her, even reverently so. Her hair was dried by two maidens, while the third one massaged Eun Soo's face and neck, putting something aromatic and moisturizing on the tips of her fingers. A pleasant tingling sensation followed the wave of warmth and then the skin was cooled by the soft cloth saturated in herbal liquid. She thanked them for all the things they have done, as she was so relaxed she forgot the time or where she was, it was the best spa day she's had in years.
A specially created dress was brought out. It was done to her specifications, as described once to the Queen by Choi Young - v neck, figure hugging silhouette and sleeveless. It was made from the finest silk, the color was not exactly white, more creamy, matching Eun Soo's complexion perfectly. Still relaxing after the spa, Eun Soo did not realize at first what kind dress it was. They helped her put it on, and only after the silk caressed her skin, hugging her curves seamlessly, she gasped in surprise, in awe at the skill of the royal seamstress. She did not think it was possible to make such a dress without trying it on at least once. She did not realize that she had a couple of fittings for various items, only they were needed for the seamstress to make this perfect creation.
"Lady Yoo, there is another layer."
"Of course, there is. There is always another layer. The more important the ceremony is, the more layers there are."
The next layer was made out of translucent, gauze-like fabric, which gently filtered the light in, its shape mimicked Eun Soo's contours, and although her wedding dress did not shine in all its beauty, the shape and the color was seen through, yet providing a necessary layer of modesty for her bare arms.
"The Queen wanted you to know that although she would like to fulfill all of your wishes, the high status of this wedding requires a certain level of social grace. That's why the cover is required to be warn by the bride."
To keep with the tradition of the bride wearing red, various adorations in red hues were added to her costume - gorgeous golden earrings with red stones were placed in her ears and a matching necklace strung around her neck.
"What about the hair?" Wondered Eun Soo; she imagined that she would have to wear it up with pins and heavy decorations, which she despised after having to endure them on a couple of occasions.
As if to answer her concern, a wreath of various types of mums and chrysanthemums, yellow and white, with a few white rose buds sprinkled in between was delivered. The two maidens, who were serving her today, carefully placed it on her head, crowing her auburn hair, which lay in free flowing waves down to her shoulders. After the oil treatment, her hair was smooth, shiny and silky, not a sign of freeze.
"My lady" and the maidens held up multiple mirrors for her to look at herself. They had to line themselves so that she could see her reflection from head to toe, with one of the girls squatting near the floor. Although they did not have a full height mirror, they were inventive, she had to give them that.
At last the bride stood before this unique mirror assortment and her eyes filled with tears as she realized that she wanted this more than she ever thought possible. She sniffled and almost cried, but stopped herself, she could not go with red eyes! This was a defining moment - why was she so hesitant before?
The thought of her parents made her eyes swell with tears that could not be stopped. She motioned for a handkerchief and drying the salty drops that just would not stop coming, she asked her parents for forgiveness. "Mom, Dad, I wish you would be here. I know that I left you for a man, but you always wanted me to find that one person who could make me happy. He just turned out to be from the past. I promise: he makes me happy every day and he will in the future. If not for him, I would not be standing here today, ready to walk down the aisle, getting married."
"You are dazzling, madam, don't cry," said the maiden to Eun Soo, smiling. Eun Soo had to steel her nerves for a second, closing her eyes as the woman mentioned, "The Queen has made sure that nothing will disturb the bride, so don't cry."
"What a beautiful bride!" she heard a familiar voice. Lady Choi looked her over with a discerning eye and dropping the cold pretence, she allowed her stern face soften by a sweet smile. "That punk sure is a lucky one."
"Thank you, aunt."
"How are you doing?" she was uncharacteristically soft and caring, but Eun Soo took what was given without questions.
"I think I'm nervous. How's the groom? He won't get cold feet, will he?"
"I do not know if his feet are cold, I believe he is wearing socks, he should be fine."
Eun Soo laughed brightly. "I know, his feet are always warm."
She was marrying the man sent from heavens to her, could this be true? Was she really finally getting married?
In his room Choi Young had just finished putting on the robes sent the night before by the Queen and sighed. The coat was black, soft and well proportioned; usually the seamstress had troubles with his height, but she got the measures right for this one. The leather bordering the outfit was dark contrasting with the white folds underneath.
He could not sleep, tossing and turning, he was so nervous with anticipation, his body refused to be tired. He got up at dawn, and went for a quick ride to calm his nerves; upon return, he practiced the energy balancing martial arts exercise and made a few guys engage with him in a sparring session. After that, he poured a few buckets of icy cold water on himself to wash the shine of sweat after the workout. He proceeded to take a bath, using the aromatic stone, Eun Soo called "soap", to thoroughly cleanse himself and washed his hair. The day barely started for others, but he has done already many things.
Finishing the last step in his grooming preparations, he combed his hair, refusing the help of the royal eunuchs sent for the task. Finally, he gathered the small box delivered by the Assistant General; it was the first time he'd sent such a request to the forgers. Their curious questioning about his use for the items was incredibly vexing. The queen had to step in and make the request absolute: no one was to wonder or even tell what the items were, but Choi Young was confident that they were perfect.
He opened the little lid, inspected the jewels and closed it, of course they were.
"General," Choong Seok, entered the room; as per request of the King the man wore his gala uniform. "We are ready to escort you to the gardens."
Choi Young sighed, his nerves wrecking his very bones, and looked up at the man. "Did you ever think this would occur? To me?"
The Assistant General smiled, "It was bound to happen, one day or another, sir."
Choi Young nodded, and handed the box to him. "I was told you must carry these."
"Me? Why me?"
"As best man, or whatever." And patting the man's shoulder, Choi Young walked out of the room.
"General, someone's asking for you at the entrance to the gardens. The guards are posted for ceremony and only official guests with invitations can come through. They are a rowdy bunch and the older couple has got quite a mouth on them."
"Let them through. I invited them."
Remembering something very important, he returned to the room and examined his hair one last time in the mirror. No matter how many times he straightened his clothes and ran the comb through the hair, he was still the same as a couple of hours before. He was as ready as he could be. The vows! He took a carefully kept paper out of the drawer and felt another wave of anxiety build up in his stomach. If I only knew that this wedding would be so nerve wrecking, I wouldn't have insisted on it that much. Imja is always right, I should have listened to her and let it go.
Dae Man and Deok Man, headed by Choong Seok, were waiting awkwardly by the door, unusually quiet and serious, both young men were also dressed in matching outfits, gala style, like the Assistant General.
"Comb your hair." And a slap landed on the back of his head.
Dae Man lifted his eyes. "Sorry General, I tried. I spent half an hour and this is the best I could do." His spiky hairstyle resembled a well combed porcupine, even the longer length did little for him, although the ponytail provided some appearance of order. "If you do not wish for my appearance…" And if Choi Young did not know any better, he would have thought the boy would burst into tears, his voice shaking.
"Of course not, you are family, remember."
The young man's eyes lit up and he shoot his signature smile.
"Straighten you back" - and slap on the back for Deok Man.
"Yes, Sir." And the tall handsome man fixed his posture.
"Both of you, I rely on you to be the good examples of Woodalchi. Do not embarrass me." And the three musketeers trailed behind him in a formation.
The colorful bunch of Suribangs were waiting for him at the entrance.
"Pledged Aunt, Uncle", Choi Young bowed, making them shut up, he rarely showed them appropriate respect. "I appreciate you coming on such short notice. I would like to request of you the honor of walking me to my bride. Although we are not blood related, our ties are closer than of some families."
"Yes," "Sure", they both grimaced in surprise. "Tell us what to do, lad."
"One more thing then, you may need to change your clothing."
"This is an expensive outfit, I'm not changing that!" the old woman protested.
"I guarantee what you will be given is a lot more expensive and of the highest quality. Everything is provided by the Queen herself. I'm sure you can keep it afterwards."
That sealed the deal. And as if out of nowhere, a few maidens appeared in front of them, taking her to change, while Do Chi and two more eunuchs took care of the man.
"Imo," Choi Young spotted his dressed up aunt in the crowd. "Wow, you look different!" She indeed appeared like … a woman, with her hair done and the festive gown, even color was added to her face. "You are an attractive woman, Imo," added Choi Young with this unnecessary honesty, causing his aunt to blush for the first time in years.
"Ya, don't look at other women, you have a young bride," she retorted.
"Aunt, is everything ready?" He asked in a low whisper, looking around anxiously as the garden paths were rapidly feeling with the guests. They were all familiar faces - a few groups of Woodalchi soldiers dressed in silver tunics with the armor shining festively under the sunlight; the Suribang boys, their weapons out of sight, cleaned up and quiet, they seemed uncomfortable in this rich neighborhood; the warrior maidens - giggling in a corner, probably discussing the men; Do Chi with his wife, who turned out to be a friendly looking young woman, with a very outgoing disposition; and a few of his military comrades, all in full attire. There were no court officials or nobles to Choi Young's surprise.
"I thought the court would be present."
"Me too, but your wife has strange ideas about the ceremony and the queen has a plan, don't worry. Everybody will be satisfied in the end."
"This is not what I'm worried about."
"What about then?"
"What if she gets cold feet?"
"Cold feet? Her shoes are well made and should keep her feet comfortably warm. Wait a minute, she also asked about your feet. Are you both catching a cold? What is wrong with your feet, both of you, anyway?"
Choi Young smirked. Once Eun Soo told him about this strange phenomenon: right before the wedding a person gets so anxious or fearful about the marriage, they get "cold feet". He also did not understand at first, but Heavens language never made much sense to him anyway. When she explained, he thought it to be rather stupid at the time, but having experienced the anxiety of prewedding jitters, he understood.
"Forget about that, is the bride ready?"
"We already sent word that the wedding is about to start, I will make sure she comes, don't you worry, nephew," and she patted him reassuringly on the shoulder.
"I know, I know, it is just that she was so uncertain about the ceremony and what if she decides that she does not want to go through with it after all?"
"You are stupid. That woman loves you more than anything in the world. Did you forget that she returned to you after 5 years of absence? Why would she shy away from a simple ceremony? Take a deep breath and get ready."
Choi Young nodded, thanking his aunt for support in his mind.
The rest of the wedding party was here - Deo Gi and Go Jin Ah were dressed in matching robes and waited on the side where they were ordered to be.
The guests were directed to sides of the path, leading up to the pagoda. Seating was provided for their convenience, and while the ladies rushed to take the front rows, most of the men elected to stand during such an important event.
A beautiful music filled the air, the sounds of skillfully touched strings of the harp silenced the last conversations. The melody was lyrical; the harmony did something to the souls of the listeners, making most close their eyes or reach for their hearts, fluttering with sentiment. Women took out their handkerchiefs, pressing them against watery eyes and men stoically swallowed their emotions, straightening up. Everybody turned as the couples made their entrance. First Dae Man and Go Jin Ah, walking hand in hand; then Deo Gi and Deok Man, both feeling hot and tense, walking so closely to each other for the first time; then the royal couple entered. A gasp of surprise rolled around the audience. Everybody bowed, not knowing what to do and the women stood up, leaving their seats empty. The King and the Queen were smiling and there was something homey and comforting about them walking with the commoners and standing together with them. The men and the women parted, once reached the pagoda and stood at two ends, turning to the guests, who still stood staring at the royals in surprise.
The king with a half smirk, nodded and gestured for everyone to seat down, and the guests cautiously lowered themselves to the seats, including the Woodalchi, who immediately stood up because General Choi Young with the pledged Suribang Aunt and Uncle entered the gardens. How could they be seating when the General is not? He walked with confident strides as usual, calm face with a hint of smile; as he approached the pagoda, he slowed down and stumbled, making everybody look around nervously. The Suribang couple held him from both sides for support, looking extremely proud and pompous, to have been granted such an honor and to be of help.
Soon, very soon, his bride will arrive, and with that the ceremony will commence. He felt breathless and dizzy, like from those kisses him and Eun Soo shared, he felt his KI flaring up erratically and suddenly it became so hot that he wanted to jump in cold water, thirsty, very thirsty - his mouth was dry. Him and the rest of the people now all turned toward the entrance, where they expected to see a bride, the music continued, melody rising to new heights, trills growing in intensity…
The bride was standing in the darkened hallway that led to the garden, nervous and trembling. She pressed her palms together, trying to stop them from shaking, noticing how sweaty they were. That was it, once the curtains keeping them out of the sunshine part, she would be able to see HIM, and the thought made her weak at the knees. She swayed, finding support at the hand of Lady Choi. "Eun Soo-ya, are you nervous?"
"U-hu", she whimpered, nodding.
"I'll be walking you to your husband. I can't replace your parents, but I am honored to stand in their place. Listen to me," and she turned woman's face toward her. "I am not the most romantic or touchy-feely person, but the way my nephew loves you gives me butterflies in my stomach; it scares me sometimes. I never thought it possible to have him give his heart to anybody fully, but he did to you. So hold it with care. I rely on you."
"Imo," Eun Soo hugged her awkwardly, afraid to ruin her clothes and hair.
"Go on, he is waiting, he has been waiting his whole life, don't make it any longer!"
The light invaded them; and blinded, Eun Soo stepped forward bravely onto the path covered with red and white rose petals, led by Lady Choi. The flowers rustled lightly under her feet and she realized her hearing was back, because for a minute there everything went silent as if she was deaf. She heard a flute singing a love ode, accompanied by a harp, and her eyes saw a tall slim figure under the arch of the white and yellow flowers so far away...
Choi Young's vision became blurry and he squinted trying to make out whether what he saw was an angel from Heaven or a human woman - Eun Soo was moving toward him. The white of her dress peeking through the ethereal upper layer, moving around her like a swirl of clouds; her red hair, adorned by a flower crown; the jewels reflecting the sunlight, glistening on her neck and sparkling on her ears - she was the most perfect creation he has ever seen.
After meeting his eyes, Eun Soo wanted to free herself and run, run toward him, all the people around her became an instant hindrance, prying at what seemed to be very intimate - she wanted to be one with him, to tell him how happy she was and how much she loved him, so much that she could not wait! But she walked, clutching a bouquet in her hand, smiling and all she could do was to make love to him with her eyes, him responding in likeness.
In adoration looking at the handsome man waiting for her, she was utterly amazed at how perfectly gorgeous he was. She forgot all about her nervousness; she wanted to spend her entire lifetime with him, and the next life, and the life after that… Her hand was on his, at which moment she has arrived there Eun Soo wasn't sure, but his fingers held tightly onto her soft limb. They finally stood across from each other; both can't help, but smile. Feeling everybody's eyes on them, Eun Soo gripped his fingers a bit tighter, while he straightened his back even more. She really wanted this, even if the attention of so many people on them was hard to disregard; after all the meaningless gossip and stupid things said about them, she really wanted to marry with the whole world watching her. Forever, together, devoted and faithful till her last breath, she wanted to be next to this man, who made her feel so safe and loved…
As if prepared, together at the same time they let out a deep exhale. Now they were ready.
Inconspicuous, a Buddhist monk quietly entered the space next to them, his robes making a soft rustling sound, echoing the music still floating around the garden, the harp and the flute, gently singing something that reminded Eun Soo about being young and carefree with a warm sadness to the sound, bringing tears to her eyes.
Loud chanting echoed in the pagoda, as Choi Young and Eun Soo turned to look at the one leading the ceremony. Choi Young eyes reflected surprise and his body instantly relaxed at the sight of the man who created the talisman woven out of his love and devotion to Eun Soo. There was nobody else he would rather join their hands for eternity. He gave the monk a nod, acknowledging his presence and silently glanced at the Queen, who was smiling brightly, knowing that her present to Choi Young was exactly what he wanted. He would say his thanks later, but for now, the chant was completed and silence fell on the garden, even the musicians gave their instruments a rest.
The monk's voice was not loud, but he projected it powerfully over the heads of the guests and into the distance, covering the whole garden, the birds and flowers, and the little stream, including the nature as a part of this special event.
After a brief introduction of wedding etiquette and ceremony, the monk smiled at the couple, finally setting eyes on them.
"Today, this couple is happy not because they can share the joy of their love with friends and family, but because they present to the world the aspiration for their future. They had decided to join as one and help each other to develop their hearts and souls, in the cultivation of their beings through this love that has transcended over time. As I understand the couple elected to write their own vows, and now is the moment in which they will share them."
He signaled, making Choi Young swallow hard and take a deep breath, he pulled out a piece of the folded paper and opened it slowly; looking at it, he lifted his eyes to Eun Soo's face, who smiled at him gently, her eyes were full of tears, creating a big knot in his throat. The paper dropping to the ground, his hands took hold of Eun Soo's, and after spending hours of carefully constructing his speech, he instead spoke words being born now from within his heart:
"Imja, I once said that if I were to have you, it would not be for a day, or a week, or even a month, it should only be forever. I promised to be by your side in sickness and in health and to protect you with all my might. I failed before, and I may fail again, not because I did not try, but because of the circumstances beyond my control. But I realized something very important - it does not matter, as my love will always keep you safe, even if I cannot be next to you at all times.
Yoo Eun Soo, from the first time I saw you - I was yours, even if I did not know it yet.
I, Choi Young, Commanding General of Woodalchi, vow in the name of Goryeo warrior, on the honor that this title holds, that with every breath I take, I will breathe for you; as long as my heart beats, it will beat for you; till the end of our lives, I will give myself fully and freely to you. My life, my heart, my soul - undivided is yours."
The world stood still and then he heard Eun Soo's voice:
"Choi Young," she said softly, her voice carrying something deep and personal, not hiding her tears.
"I talk a lot and I babble, but I don't need many words to simply say: I was born to be by your side, to walk on this path with you, to watch over you and to be loved by you. I am difficult, but so are you. We may fight and we may fight hard, but nothing can tear us apart. Whatever comes our way, we will overcome. I vow to protect your precious heart with my love and to give you strength when you are weary; I will be your tears, when you have none and I will be your voice, if you can not speak. I humbly surrender myself to you, till the end of our lives, I will give myself fully and freely to you. My life, my heart, my soul - undivided is yours."
A beautiful silence descended on the gardens and all the eyes were focused on the couple under the flower arch. The voice of the monk rang through the air, breaking the standstill:
"Remember, you will always be a mystery to each other, but even then regard the mystery of your beings with respect, curiosity and joy. As you stand here today by each other's side, promise to treasure every day of your married life. At the moments of disagreement, do not cling to any attachment of anger or ignorance, always remember your kindness and the generosity of your souls. Be patient with each of your natures, be understanding of changes that will come. Yearn for each other, even while together; so that you can be joyous every day spent next to each other, as one."
The monk showered them with blessings, and prayers were given.
"It is time for the exchange of the rings," said the wise monk, making Choong Seok step forward, offering the rings to the man, who opened the small box and also blessed the jewels. "These rings are the visible sign of the inward bond that unites these two beings as one; the two hearts in partnership shall be together even while their bodies are apart."
Choi Young slipped the ring on Eun Soo's finger, and she placed one on his.
The time stopped for them. Choi Young saw their future filled with many more struggles and pain, yet highlighted by undying faith and love they would give each other. The hand of the woman he was holding was light and slender, but it gave him unimaginable strength in the face of adversity. "Imja," he whispered, "Sarang-he" a magical Heavenly word that shrouded them both in the cloak of invisible protection and inviolability. "Sarang-he," she added one more layer of purity to touch his shoulders.
Eun Soo never dreamt this day would come, the day when they can be truly acknowledged by everybody, and can be free to love. She thought of the time when they first met and how many roads they have walked to come to this point. In about 700 years, another Eun Soo again will be born, visit the grave of General Choi Young, read about him in history books and fall in love with the man, not even knowing it yet. She will cross the universe to be with him and will be standing at this same very spot, back in the past, wondering about how the circle of life completes itself. As what they have has neither beginning, nor end, like the wedding rings, they will come to this place to join their hands together infinitely, over and over and over again.
"By the power vested in me, and by the blessings of the lineage of your spiritual friends, I now pronounce you husband and wife."
The couple was wrapped around by the Katarg, symbolizing their union and the fragility of it, and they turned to each other.
"You may kiss the bride," exclaimed the monk, winking at Choi Young, who was all smiles and leaned to kiss Eun Soo's willing lips. The kiss drew them in, making them forget about the spectators, both getting deeper and deeper into the sensations, eyes closed, holding each other's faces with tender hands.
The crowd was caught in the moment, although not used to such public display of affection, they would normally turn away, but they could not stop watching, it was absolutely mesmerizing. Other couples in love, who were present at the ceremony, were giving each other glances and shy smiles, some touching hands; while the single guests had a moment to reflect on whether they had a place for love in their lives.
Cheers and applause were heard, and finally the couple turned to look and bow to their guests. "We are officially married now," mouthed Eun Soo, turning her smiling face to her husband. He clasped her hand stronger and looked back at her, his face showing one of those smiles that said everything: love, adoration, happiness, contentment and excitement.
They stepped onto the path, and as if by magic, a gust of wind lifted off the flower petals, showering them with red and white fragrant rain, soft petals, landing on their clothes and hair. They both laughed and the crowd, excited chanted "Congratulations!" Suddenly, the sound of drums filled the air, and at the end of the aisle where curtains separating the bride from the public used to hang, on a large empty meadow, a burst of fire blocked the view and when the smoke dissipated, a tall kneeling figure was revealed. The man's white clothes glowed under the sunlight, and the contrasting black hair, freely falling down his back covered his face as well, his head down as he leaned on his sword, lodged into the ground. The newlyweds turned in surprise to the Queen, who only shrugged her shoulders, as this was news to her as well, she did not include any performance of the sort into the program.
The man rose slowly, moving to the beats of the drums, his tall and limber body swinging like a weeping willow, his flowing clothes unwrapping, spreading like wings, two beautiful white pigeons emerging from the wide sleeves and perching on his hands. The crowd murmurs in excitement, gasps of surprise and amazement are heard; and the drum beat stops with the flute singing a signal, he slightly moves his prone arms and the birds lift off into the air, everybody turning to follow them till they disappear into the sun. The drums start again, now speed and sound growing with intensity, and the tall figure, recognized by many as the effeminate Suribang, now twirling, with both arms raised to the skies, his clothes catching with the fast movement of the body, creating circles of silk around him and a sword reaching toward heavens, glistening under the sunlight dancing in his hand. Four women, dressed as warriors, also carrying swords, encircle the tall figure, dancing in a ring, swords creating intricate patterns in the air as they throw colorful strings, and the Suribang's swift blade cuts them quickly in the air, small pieces, like confetti picked up by the wind, covering the dancers. Another burst of fire and smoke, and just as they magically appeared, the dancers are no longer in site, the last drum roll and the beat hangs in the air, dropping to the ground, signaling the end of the dance.
The grand dining hall was decorated with festive colors, and many tables were set for the gathering of aristocrats and officials, all curious as to celebrate the wedding they were not invited to. Traditional wedding music was playing, and the men and women bowed as the King and Queen entered the room, leading the small parade of the Woodalchi and finally the wedded couple, who sat at a separate table, close to the king's. A long line of guests coming up to the newlyweds, each offering good wishes and gifts, which were placed on a large table next to them, seemed to never end. Both Eun Soo and Choi Young were hurting from the obligatory smiles plastered on their faces and constant bowing to each guest.
"Daejang, I want to go, please, this will break my neck and I will get a facial spasm if this lasts any longer," whispered Eun Soo during a short intermission when the food was brought out.
"Believe me, I would gladly be gone, too, but according to the Queen, we have to endure this. The rules, my status, the royal honor, you know the drill," and he kissed his wife's hand, trying to comfort her.
The Queen, of course, already predicted that they would not be enjoying this part of the ceremony. She mentioned something to her royal husband, who nodded in agreement and a message was delivered to the couple through a maiden, although they were just a step away, it was not appropriate for them to speak to each other across the table, as the etiquette of such gathering dictated. After reading the message, the couple rose and the guests immediately got quiet.
"Chona, Your Majesty," they both produced a bow of appropriate angle and duration, "We can not express how grateful we are as your presence have graced our humble celebration. We would like to thank all the guests for wishes, blessings and gifts," and they also bowed to the crowd, who seemed pleased with speech. "As the tradition goes, we will now leave for a time of private quiet contemplation."
The King got up, slightly nodding to Choi Young, whose eyes expressed gratitude. "Please stay and enjoy the festivities, as the couple's life will only be as prosperous and happy, as the guests can be satisfied today. Indulge in food, wine and music on this joyful day."
They exited the room, followed still by good wishes, and courteously the new husband and wife bowed and nodded, thanking the guests.
Outside the door, they both stopped and exhaled. "That was stifling!"
They were met by the Suribang Aunt and Uncle, who without a word, dragged them out and toward their tavern. "Where are you taking us?" asked Eun Soo curiously, while Choi Young did not even bother. "Do you have anything planned at your place?" Guessed the wife, covering her mouth in surprise and excitement.
The rest of the Suribang gang was waiting outside of the palace gates. They all received their weapons back and looked much more comfortable. They surrounded the couple in a tight formation, not to attract the unnecessary attention, and from aside they looked like an overdressed bunch of peddlers and hooligans, with the general and his wife not even seen, hidden in a middle of the rowdy circle.
As they entered the wide open courtyard, the sound of popping crackers and home made fireworks made them lift their heads. The roof of the building was filled with the market people and those who have heard about their beloved general's wedding, all wanting to celebrate with the couple. Rice and flowers were thrown on them from the rooftop, and holding hands and laughing they ran inside the building, helping each other to clean grains that got stuck in their hair and clothes.
Inside the sound of music and laughter was loud, many guests have already started the party, the wine jugs empty and the food half finished. Still holding onto Choi Young's arm, and looking around the crowd, Eun Soo felt a little overwhelmed. As the couple entered, people stood, lifting the drinks and toasting. Glasses were put into their hands and the crowd urged them to drink, chanting "Drink to the bottom, Drink to the bottom!" Even Choi Young who was never a friend to the bottle, emptied his cup, and the two of them looked at each other in genuine surprise, still unable to believe how popular they had somehow became.
Eun Soo and Choi Young were seated at the head of a very long wooden table with other tables pushed flush to it to create the longest dining arrangement possible in the room of this size. Benches and chairs were placed for seating, and all the Woodalchi and the closest friends, got a spot at the table. Dae Man with his fiancé came over to give their wishes, followed by Deok Man and Choong Seok, who both vigorously shook Eun Soo's hand congratulating her and hugged Choi Young, who had to shake them off to avoid the embarrassment in front of the whole town. Eun Soo's influence definitely made them softer and freer with expressing their affection.
Deo Gi stood to the side, looking lonely, especially not being able to hear the conversations or the music, making her face sour and eyes tear. This was one of the rare occasions when she was aware of being deaf and wishing she could be like the rest of the hearing people. Somebody's hand gently touched her shoulder and she saw Deok Man in front of her smiling. He was talking to her, and she was able to read his lips. Apparently, he was inviting her to join him at the table. Before she could answer, he took her hand and dragged her along; placing her on the bench, he moved a plate and a cup in front of her on the table and sat right next to her. He was very pleased with himself, but Deo Gi looked uncomfortable and would not look back at him.
He leaned toward her, knowing that in order for him to be understood, she had to see his face, at the same moment, she finally lifted her head up, their heads bumping painfully. Both of them pulled away, rubbing foreheads and frowning.
Many, many times Deok Man was called hard headed by his general. But he never thought he would see the day proven so; the poor woman he literally hurt while trying to speak with her! He was attempting to assist Deo Gi, at least to get a glimpse at the bump she must now sport, watching her holding the side of her head, making soft sounds of pain. She attempted to get up, still keeping her head down, running into his chest, as he was hovering above her, clumsily wanting to help. They both froze. Embarrassed and blushing from this closeness and these strange accidents, which just kept bringing her to him, Deo Gi kept her head burrowed in his chest. While he sat there, arms stuck in the air, not moving, not knowing whether to hug her, or move her, or stand her up. Her head felt soft and warm against his hard muscled chest and he could smell the sweet scent of her hair, making his breath shallower and heartbeat faster. Finally the girl lifted her head, turning away and quickly got up, stumbling, with her dress, stuck on the side of the bench. He jumped at the chance to serve her and pulled the dress, tearing a hole in it. Deo Gi stared at him, angrily gesturing and walked away toward the exit of the room.
"Aish!" he slapped his stupid head and followed her to try to beg for forgiveness.
Appearing in front of her, yet again, he blocked her path and she was forced to look up at him. "I am so sorry, forgive me, please, I did not mean to hurt you. I was just trying to talk to you and you turned, and I have this head, hard as a rock, and I'm too tall, so if you are not used to me… And I'm sorry about the dress. Your dress is very pretty." He was mumbling and stumbling around with his words, obviously trying to express something sincerely. She could tell at least that much from his expression. "And you are very pretty, very pretty, Ms. Deo Gi," he finally produced, astonished himself at what just came out of his mouth.
The girl smiled, understanding his last words. And signed OK, I forgive you.
"I don't know what you said," he admitted, his face a little sad at not being able to communicate with her.
"I said you are pretty. Your eyes are pretty and your mouth, too," he added, getting a little confident and thinking that she, maybe, did not understand what he said before.
She smiled once again and returned back to the table, he followed her like a puppy, realizing he was forgiven. Both of them a little shy and a little awkward, dining next to each, not really able to communicate like regular couples, forced to keep eye contact, and with that feeling something being born and growing, the first sprouts of affection planted. Love was in the air.
The music filled the hall, echoing off the high ceilings, making the sound bounce from wall to wall. The musicians took turns playing, drinking and eating in-between, and very soon they were all a little drunk and a lot more happier.
Attracted by the sound of festivities, people started spilling into the yard from the street and two little girls snuck inside the dining hall, bright eyes looking intently at the bride with curiosity. Eun Soo noted them next to her and smiled, waving them to come closer.
"Ajumma, are you the bride?"
"Yes, I am."
"And Attashi is the groom?"
"Yes he is."
"You are pretty."
"He is pretty, too."
"Thank you," they made her laugh, how cute and innocent!
The girls tugged at her sleeves, curious to see the dress underneath.
"Do you want to see?" And Eun Soo got up, translucent cover dropped over the bench, she stood in her wedding dress, her slender white arms exposed and a v-cut in the front lower than on any dress anyone ever seen. Her beauty was astonishing. Yes, the curves and the exposed skin were alluring and sensual, but the white against her skin and in contrast with the red jewels made her look regal.
"Ajumma is so pretty!" the girls pulled her hands, dragging her away from the table and to the center of the room, where the people immediately separated, making way for her, like she was a queen.
Choi Young, usually quick to react, did not move, paralyzed by her lure and divine perfection. It was his wife out there, every man in the room could see her forms and imagine what was underneath the dress; after this, she could never show her face at the market place and he would have to ship her off to a distant monastery for a few years till the gossip and stories die out. Meanwhile he will live like a widower, with a new wife who is alive and well, only because her wedding dress, made to her heavenly specifications, showed her arms and cleavage. These thoughts passed through his mind, but in a haze, he still did not leap to cover her or blind the eyes of all the men in the room with his KI. Shielding her beauty was as futile as trying to block the sun from being seen by standing in its path or attempting to make the moon and stars shine less brightly by covering somebody's eyes. There are just some kinds of light that can not be dimmed…. "Imja, he called," and she turned smiling. "You are so … bright."
She came up to him, wearing the white silk of her dress, her arms now used to be in the open. "Dance with me," and she offered him her hand, slightly pulling him up from his seat. He followed, as she was a siren, calling out to him and he had no defense against her enticement.
"It is called the first dance. I want it to be memorable." She turned to the musicians and sang a tune, explaining that the beat was to three and it was important to keep the beat consistently like that.
"Put your hands like this," she instructed him placing his right hand on her waist; he pulled it away, uncomfortable to be so intimate in front of the huge crowd. But Eun Soo placed it back and took his other hand, outstretching both their arms to the side, while putting her left hand on top of his shoulder. "Don't worry it is just a dance, we are not making love in front of the audience," she joked, seeing how confused he was about what was about to happen. "Trust me, Daejang, you will do just fine. Follow me. I will count for you, the beat is to three." And she signaled to the musicians, who to their credit were very talented and picked up the tune to the note, starting the slow melody, enchanted themselves and lulling the rest of the crowd to silence.
The music was unlike anything heard before. It was gentle and moving, it had a passionate undercurrent, kept at bay with a steady, yet simple rhythm to the count of three, creating a beautiful movement of the feet and bodies on the floor: slow rotation around each other and along the dancing circle.
Choi Young naturally gifted with his body, immediately picked up the steps and Eun Soo happily gave away the lead to her husband, who now danced with grace of a professional ballroom dancer. Round and round, without stopping, while their eyes obsessed with each other, smiling and loving every moment of it, this was the ultimate first dance of the wedding, memorable and magical.
The crowd began gently swaying and some couples tried to join them on the floor, clumsily repeating the steps, yet beckoned by the heavenly music to dance.
"Imja, are you happy?"
"This is the wedding I dreamt of, but better!"
As the evening draw to its end, they were both tired and delighted. At last the day that was pushed back and avoided, finally came to life, bringing them much deserved relief and recognition. They quietly slipped outside, and hugged under the open skies, the fireworks splashed above them, as some of the people on the roof waited for the dark to show off their skills. The skies lit up momentarily casting colorful glow on the couple and those who were outside respectfully kept their distance, admiring the site of the newlyweds.
Holding hands they started home, quiet and content. After the delights of excitement and experimentation caused by their pre-wedding separation, they did not need the immediate satisfaction of the flash. The thrill of the day drained them both to the point of collapse.
Coming back home, finally to share the same bed, Eun Soo and Choi Young kissed and without talking helped each other out of their clothes. The black of his tunic cast aside. A white silk of the dress departed her skin and the glow of the jewels no longer adding the sparkle. They embraced, finding comfort in nudity and getting comfortable under the covers, closed their eyes to welcome long awaited rest for bodies and souls.
He woke up from the sound of raindrops hitting the roof, at first slowly, one at a time, then quicker in a strangely arranged cacophony. It was fitting to have the rain on a wedding night. It was said that it brings luck, but they were beyond simplicity of luck. The rain that his wife loves so much, the rain that became an integral part of their journey together, that jolted him into consciousness when he was almost dead, this rain became a symbol of their union. Just like the yellow flowers - ordinary in their appearance, but carrying a deep symbolic meaning of love, faith and hope, nevertheless. Listening to the rain, feeling Eun Soo's body pressed against him, Choi Young felt a growing desire. He wanted to make love to his wife in the rain, to make love with the sound of raindrops as the music accompanying their lives. He was moved by a sense of connectedness to her and tenderness that ached throughout his body. He turned toward Eun Soo only to meet her wide open gaze. She was not asleep, also awakened by the rain. Looking at each other's eyes, drawn by the magnetic inevitable force, they both were in silent agreement. Their attraction was a mix of passion and tenderness, every gesture and move intended to give, not take. Here they were, loving each other in the rain, happy with the occasion to celebrate their marriage that was 5 years in the making.