One of my earliest TRR fics <3
Important : my Liam is called Istvan / My MC is Viktoria Petit
Rating: fluffy sweet stuff, all these engagements got me dreaming!!!
Disclaimer: characters belong to Pixelberry not me & I am making zero cash or gain from this fic.
Cheers VP 💖
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They stood looking out over the whole of Cordonia from the balcony of Istvan’s suite, the warm summer-night breeze washing over them He was the most handsome she’d ever seen him look, he wore a sharp navy blue suit, snow-white shirt with a red cravat and a single rose in his buttonhole. It was tailored to perfection, fitting his muscular shoulders. But it wasn’t the dapper clothing that made him so handsome, it was the look of utter bliss spread across his chiseled face.
He beamed down at her. His dream, standing there in the flesh. She was the most beautiful thing he’d ever laid eyes on, and she was all his.
His arm around her waist, he pulled her dangerously close to him. He could smell her intoxicating perfume; it always drove him crazy.
She smiled at him sweetly, knowing he was dying to whisk her off to bed, but she didn’t want to. Not yet. This was important. She lightly took his hands away from her waist and back, and held them simply clasped in her own hands in front of her.
She closed her eyes and half whispered, his name “Istvan”
She smiled at him, blue eyes sparkling,
“I promise that from this day forward, I will love and cherish you, honour and respect you, and be everything your heart desires in a wife, because my darling, I love you more than life itself. You are my everything. After all we’ve been through to reach this point, I promise to count my blessings every single day that we can share a happy life together as man and wife.”
She was a vision of white silk, lace and sparkles. She was simply ethereal and he was just blown away by her. He felt tears spring to his eyes. What she said, wasn’t rehearsed like the lines they’d said today during the official wedding, these vows were raw, from the heart and for his ears only.
She grinned at him, waiting for his input as they had promised each other they would do, after the ceremony, after the Wedding Ball, after the guests had dispersed. She wanted them to make their own vows to each other, for no one else. Not as King Istvan and Queen Viktoria, monarchs of Cordonia. Simple heartfelt vows, made as Istvan and Viktoria, two people who fell in love and who wanted to dedicate their lives to each other. She was so real and grounded, it humbled him.
“Viktoria, my love on our wedding day I stand before you, giving you everything that I am and everything that I have. You are the my moonlight on the darkest of winter nights, you are the summer sun that warms my skin. You are my spring when life begins renewed. You are beautiful as the changing colours of autumn leaves. I am the luckiest man in the world; you’ve changed everything and I want to share every day that comes, with you, as long as I live.”
She dropped his hands to wipe away a stray tear of happiness. She giggled,
“Thank you for indulging me, I know it seemed silly, but this means the world to me, so much more than all the pomp and ceremony of today. This was for just us Ist. You and me.”
He nodded as he swept her into his arms, kissing her and murmuring,
“Yes my darling Vik, just for us…”
End 💖
