((Continued from a
A Innocent Day Turned Deadlyreserved for Idrail))
Malken opened his eyes slowly, the streaming light bringing a headache onward, for minute there he thought he was suffering from a hangover from drinking too much the previous night, but remembered that that night was several weeks ago, even though it was lodged firmly into his memory as being the best in his life, and the worst.
For it was in that night that he had almost lost his most beloved, but that was also the night where she promised to be his...
Malken shot straight up in bed as his last thought trailed away and the next thought arose;
I\'m getting married today. Was his thought as the horror of the concept slowly sunk in.
I\'m getting married today. With a long groan he sunk back into his pillow and threw the covers over his head.
But eventually the maid came into to wake him and he was forced from his bed. He dressed himself in a light blue, almost uniform-like outfit, he didn\'t were the puffs as was the fashion, but instead had long sleeves that had lace for cuffs, and light blue pants to match. It was an almost plain outfit, and certainly not the fashion, but looked extremely well on him. It brought out the royalty in his blood, extremely distant though it might be.
Eventually, he was dressed, and on shaking knees walked down the stairs.
I\'m getting married today. He repeated in his mind with dry gulp.
What had possessed him? It had seemed like such a great idea when he was holding her, even afterwards, he was distracted by the Delegroth that he didn\'t spend too much thought. Then, when he had, the nervousness that now consumed him had only started a couple of days ago, and it had been minor at that.
But now that it was going to happen in a day-In less than a day! In only a couple of hours even!- the nervousness turned into a terror.
It wasn\'t a bad terror, and he had no thoughts of turning back, for there was nothing more in this world that he wanted more than Keara, and for her to be her wife. Though children weren\'t even in his process of thinking as of yet.(for which Belron was grateful, he wasn\'t ready to be a grandfather)
It was more of "I can\'t believe this is actually happening" sort of terror. Only a couple of months ago did the mere idea of marriage not even inter his mind, except maybe in a few promises that he never intended to keep, nor had she intended to allow him if he had indeed intend to keep them.
His train of thought was cut off-thank Telron-as he reached the kitchen and saw his father sitting on at it in a mug of ale, his breakfast. Actually, it looked rather good right now, that ale did.
Belron turned around to face his son and let out a deep laugh. "You look worse than when you had that hangover a few weeks ago!" He chuckled.
"Funny." Malken sneered as he sat down. He and his father had been getting better, it had seemed that the idea of marriage had matured Malken more than imagined, even more than meeting Keara had.
Though he didn\'t say so, it had been the same with Belron.
"Come, have a small drink, but be wary, \'tis your wedding day, and you don\'t want to go there drunk!" He chuckled his deep chuckle again.
Malken felt like punching him, but didn\'t say anything as he sat down at the table. The cook came in with another(small) mug of ale and a bull of porridge, to which Malken shook his head. If he ate anything he was sure to puke it up.
"Eat. You\'ll regret if you don\'t." Belron said, gesturing towards the food. Malken still shook his head.
"I\'ll regret if I do." Was all he said.
Less than five minutes later Belron stood up and left the room, he came back a couple minutes later dressed in a military dress uniform. True he was retired, but he doubted anyone would mind if he wore this to his son\'s wedding, and after the Delegroth business he earned it. He had earned a lot more, too, but to go back and rejoin the military was not high on his lists as they thought, for they kept trying to convince him otherwise. Frightfully annoying actually, but he had dealt with it before and he could deal with it again.
"You ready? We\'ll have to leave soon if we want to get to town with plenty of time." Belron turned and left without waiting for a reply from Malken, who stood there the color draining from his face once more.
He took one last drink of ale for luck and left.