Title = Fairy Tale

Word Count =

Summery = Val and Skul's wedding.

Chapter including all of the themes = 7

It was a fairy tale destined to go wrong.

Everything was perfect.

Everyone he cared about was there (only her, only ever her) and all of the people she cared about were there. Of course there were the few people who she hated, but they were only there so she had someone to tease later on if she got bored. And if you asked her, all of those people felt rather privileged to be attending.

Nothing was going wrong. It had taken two years to plan and finally (after three postponing's) nothing was going to interfere with it.

Well that was what he was telling her.

All of their favourite criminals were there, just to make sure that they weren't going to pull anything. Everyone had promised to let go of them right after the end of the reception and give them a two week head start. (But what they didn't know was that the couple's honeymoon was going to be over by then and it was going to turn into a new maglympic sport [hunting criminals]. Of course the couple would hold gold for the next five hundred years until their child finally managed to beat them and even then they managed to reclaim their title quickly.)

Time passed and the vows were over with them only getting five lines wrong each. But it didn't matter because they had each other.

The reception started without a glitch in their opinion. Some of her family were confused as to how some of the things were occurring but it was all quickly explained with such scientific terms that they gave up trying to understand everything.

A few people flirted with her but soon stopped when they found his glares focused on him. They then would walk away quickly. She would look over and give him an equal glare but the only response that would ever gain was a fond smile. It would all be forgiven in time.

After all, he would say to himself. They are only with her because she is the most beautiful woman there.

Their first dance was a traditional waltz to which he whistled the tune to her the whole way around. Neither of them forgot the steps as they had practiced twice a day for ten years. Naturally when it started, it was all because he was annoyed with her inability to even get five of the steps right. Back then when it didn't mean anything, when they didn't know that it was going to become their signature dance. If anyone had suggested it, they would have laughed. Well he would have. Her face would have remained blank until after she punched you, then she would laughed alongside him.

The food was brilliantly cook, but would be the hardest thing to get out off the wall paper. She started it. Her justification was that she was wondering what all of the criminals faces were going to look like with potato all over them. He couldn't help but agree that it was a worthwhile experiment.

It was a fairy tale destined to go wrong.

But it didn't.

I have to say that I had so much fun writing this :) I just loved it!

I don't know why I didn't add their names... I just didn't. But the really funny thing is that I am listening to Just give me a reason as I am writing this :) On repeat :)

Alyss Mainwaring