So I married a Necromancer [Tales of the Abyss, Jade/Natalia, PG-13]
Just like his spell chanting, the Colonel’s dancing was precise and accurate - Jade didn’t miss every beat and rhythm, he bowed and waited after she curtsied before taking her to the dance floor, and led her throughout the dance without stepping on her foot, twirled her from his arms at the exact moment, eyes fixed on Natalia’s face throughout the song.
When they finished their waltz, the sound of the audience’s applause roared like a howl of a beast felled by Jade’s spear in Natalia’s ears.
Natalia wasn’t sure why she likened it to a battle, even though all the resemblance except for the attire and the actual monster was there, even up to the adrenaline induced movements.
For all his smiles and polite gestures, Natalia understood this was one of the things Jade probably didn’t have in mind when he registered his services to the Emperor. Her father-her good king, sometimes she had to remind herself-had agreed on the proposal from Peony the IX. The real Luke fon Fabre was no more, and at times Natalia still felt the moisture in the corner of her eyes whenever the other Luke smiled in a certain way and called her name softly in his voice. Duties she had to endure as a Kimlasca-Lanvaldear didn’t seem so difficult when Asch was but a memory. The fon Fabre family had erected a monument inside their perfect lawn, tended only by the servants.
It was all his family could do for Asch, to never be the real Luke again in the eyes of the world.
Natalia decided not to put flowers on it, let alone pray.
But the idea of getting married to the Necromancer that invented the whole idea of replicas wasn’t seem that motivating. It could have been Guy, the Malkuth nobility Guy, gynophobic and subservient Lord Gailardia Gailan Gardios that would cater to her needs and perhaps leave her and her thoughts of Asch alone.
But her King and the Malkuth Emperor chose Colonel Jade Curtiss, the Necromancer as her husband as a symbol of friendship and well-maintained peace between the two countries and she found herself deprived of any reasons to object. The royal tailors finished her wedding dress with hand woven lace and embedded crystals to the fabric, her gloves were made of the finest ivory silk. Nothing of the fanciness surprised Natalia anymore, even when she knew this wasn’t how she imagined her most important day to become.
“Do you find the idea of becoming my King Consort appealing, Jade?”
The music inside the ballroom had dwindled into a soft strumming of harps, and up on the stage, Tear was captivating the audience with her song of happiness on the other end of the rainbow in a faraway land. Inside his wedding suit, Jade’s looks had a captivating effect on every on-looker. Several court ladies had blushed behind their laced fans when Jade looked their way and offered them his most charming, seductive smile.
He tried to push his glasses up in vain before realizing the servants had made him surrender it for the reception. “Whatever my reason is, I never find political marriage to be a happy event,” he answered, “It’s just a union of conveniences.”
Natalia leaned forward on the chair that was reserved for the bride, observing the guests of the court in their flowing dresses and formal suits. Guy, dressed in a black suit, was seen amongst them. “You still haven’t answered my question.”
“There are more people who got married for a more ludicrous reason.” Here he took one of her gloved hands and lifted it up to his lips, and Natalia had to wonder how much he could see without his glasses, because right then she was seeing Jade in a whole new light, “but even if you’re not borne from royalty, I’d have been a fool to refuse you.”
There was nothing Natalia could say to her husband’s reply, so when Tear started her own version of the wedding hymn, she permitted him to led her to the dance floor once more, and let the audiences and herself be captivated by Jade's moves.
When they finished their waltz, the sound of the audience’s applause roared like a howl of a beast felled by Jade’s spear in Natalia’s ears.
Natalia wasn’t sure why she likened it to a battle, even though all the resemblance except for the attire and the actual monster was there, even up to the adrenaline induced movements.
For all his smiles and polite gestures, Natalia understood this was one of the things Jade probably didn’t have in mind when he registered his services to the Emperor. Her father-her good king, sometimes she had to remind herself-had agreed on the proposal from Peony the IX. The real Luke fon Fabre was no more, and at times Natalia still felt the moisture in the corner of her eyes whenever the other Luke smiled in a certain way and called her name softly in his voice. Duties she had to endure as a Kimlasca-Lanvaldear didn’t seem so difficult when Asch was but a memory. The fon Fabre family had erected a monument inside their perfect lawn, tended only by the servants.
It was all his family could do for Asch, to never be the real Luke again in the eyes of the world.
Natalia decided not to put flowers on it, let alone pray.
But the idea of getting married to the Necromancer that invented the whole idea of replicas wasn’t seem that motivating. It could have been Guy, the Malkuth nobility Guy, gynophobic and subservient Lord Gailardia Gailan Gardios that would cater to her needs and perhaps leave her and her thoughts of Asch alone.
But her King and the Malkuth Emperor chose Colonel Jade Curtiss, the Necromancer as her husband as a symbol of friendship and well-maintained peace between the two countries and she found herself deprived of any reasons to object. The royal tailors finished her wedding dress with hand woven lace and embedded crystals to the fabric, her gloves were made of the finest ivory silk. Nothing of the fanciness surprised Natalia anymore, even when she knew this wasn’t how she imagined her most important day to become.
“Do you find the idea of becoming my King Consort appealing, Jade?”
The music inside the ballroom had dwindled into a soft strumming of harps, and up on the stage, Tear was captivating the audience with her song of happiness on the other end of the rainbow in a faraway land. Inside his wedding suit, Jade’s looks had a captivating effect on every on-looker. Several court ladies had blushed behind their laced fans when Jade looked their way and offered them his most charming, seductive smile.
He tried to push his glasses up in vain before realizing the servants had made him surrender it for the reception. “Whatever my reason is, I never find political marriage to be a happy event,” he answered, “It’s just a union of conveniences.”
Natalia leaned forward on the chair that was reserved for the bride, observing the guests of the court in their flowing dresses and formal suits. Guy, dressed in a black suit, was seen amongst them. “You still haven’t answered my question.”
“There are more people who got married for a more ludicrous reason.” Here he took one of her gloved hands and lifted it up to his lips, and Natalia had to wonder how much he could see without his glasses, because right then she was seeing Jade in a whole new light, “but even if you’re not borne from royalty, I’d have been a fool to refuse you.”
There was nothing Natalia could say to her husband’s reply, so when Tear started her own version of the wedding hymn, she permitted him to led her to the dance floor once more, and let the audiences and herself be captivated by Jade's moves.