Many Beauty and the Many Beast

Here I am, standing and waiting at the start of the aisle. I'm not supposed to be here, but here I am. As the music began, she entered the church in her wonderful white bride dress: an off-shoulder dress, that perfectly hugged her body to her waist and loose beneath it, she wasn't wearing any heels, her long, wavy auburn hair was loose with her bangs perfectly combed to the side, showing off her bright eyes. She wasn't wearing any make-up (like she needed any to begin with), she was wearing our necklace: Ying and Yung. Mine was gold with a silver spot, and hers was silver with a gold spot. It was a symbol of our friendship, of our bond. In all, she was stunning. It was the second time I ever saw her dressed as a woman. She was just sixteen and looked so grown up, and she was already getting married. All the people who were invited stood up as I walked to her, offering her my arm which she gladly took, looping hers through it. I walked her down the aisle to her Prince Charming, who stood at the altar in his royal uniform glory, the young King Landon of Drakora. He was a couple of years younger than me, which made him 19 years-old, tall, short blonde hair, neatly combed to the side, broad shoulders, athletic figure, he was certainly a good-looking man, but what counted the most was the look in his eyes as soon as he saw the woman walking at my side. He loved her and the smile on her face confirmed that the feeling was mutual.

There were a lot of people celebrating the wedding, most of them were soldiers and their families, others were commoners but they had all one thing in common, they were all people who were eternally grateful to the soon-to-be queen. As we got to the altar, Skylynn smiled at me and hugged me as I kissed her cheek, then I stood to the side as she took King Landon's hand and the ceremony began. All eyes were set on the happy couple throughout the ceremony.