writetomyheart | [Team 1] Looking Forward to the Rest of My Life with You

I have no idea where this came from and what I'm doing anymore (ﾉ◕ヮ◕)ﾉ*:・ﾟ✧

I hope today treats you better,

yararanger - and what better way to start the day than a Yara/Ryoko fluff that might induce cavities? /xD\

Sleep, despite everything, doesn’t come easily that night. She had thought that all the excitement of the day, from dress fittings to final confirmations of flower arrangements and seating plans, would have exhausted her both physically and mentally - there were a lot of stairs in the castle - but here she lay, her eyes wide open and staring up at the dark canopy of the four poster bed. It's too dark to see anything, but that's okay - she's stared at the smooth wooden panelling of the tester enough times for her mind to colour the sight when she closes her eyes.

Outside, the bell tower tolls once, and Ryoko's mind races.

In six hours, her most trusted maids will be entering to rouse her and others will be preparing her bath.

In seven hours, her best friend and the most senior of her personal servants, Lady Shoko, will come sweeping in, already dressed in her most bridesmaid's dress, a short train of baby blue silk fluttering in the wake of her steps.

In eight hours, her mother will be putting the finishing touches to her wedding ensemble by placing the glittering tiara over the lace veil she had worn at her wedding almost 25 years ago, an affectionate smile on her face.

In eight hours and thirty minutes, her father will arrive, standing proud at the door of her bedroom as he knocks and then offers her his arm to escort her on a short walk to the castle chapel.

In eight hours and fifty minutes, her mother will gently kiss her cheek and embrace her, a murmur of encouragement leaving her lips in a soft whisper but the look her eyes as she pulls away tells Ryoko she knows her daughter doesn't need those words - she doesn't need courage at her wedding, not when she's marrying - finally marrying - the man of her dreams.

In eight hours and fifty-five minutes time, her father will squeeze the hand she has laid on his arm, a look of deep affection glittering in his eyes, and it's that look that will bring her the closest to tears on this day to come. But the moment will pass, and they'll share a secretive smile - like the smile they used to share when he would sneak sweets into her room to cheer her up, despite her mother's ban on confectionery, and nearly get caught by the dragon herself - before they turn their head forwards and prepare for the opening chords from the organ somewhere in the depths of the chapel.

And in nine hours, the wedding march will play and she will walk down the plush red carpet that has been rolled out for this occasion, hand on her father's arm but eyes shining as she approaches Prince Tomoyuki, her betrothed, her beloved.

A breath, and the images fade from her mind.

There's time yet until they can all come true, she knows - the bell that had tolled once outside of her bedroom window told her so. Until then, there's only one thing that she can do - there's only one thing that she must do; after all, it wouldn't do for the bride to look anything less than radiant on her wedding day, would it?

You are no longer a Joji away from shiritori, because it's your turn now Pippa o/

[Team 1] Looking Forward to the Rest of My Life with You

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