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Memories	By : Asirainis Category: +A through F > Dragon Quest/ Dragon Warrior Views: 1615 -:- Recommendations : 0 -:- Currently Reading : 0
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Chapter Forty Nine: Happily Ever After For The Cursed Princess
A week had passed, and the time had come for Princess Medea to marry. Airlia and Jessica were allowed to be the maid of honor to Medea, as Marcello was deemed best man along with Alistair by King Clavius, surprising many. Airlia had spent the week with her husband as they started trying to build their family together. When it was time for Medea's wedding, Airlia gazed at the princess to see if she knew yet about the new arrangement. And yet it seemed that she did not as her face was marred by a frown that did not belong on the brunette's face. Airlia set a hand on her shoulder comfortingly, "Medea, what on earth is the matter?"
Medea turned to Airlia as she sighed sadly. "It seems that while you get your happy ever after, I find myself destined to marry a pompous brat."
Airlia tilted her head to the side, "I don't know about that. Somehow, I think it may not come to pass. Do not lose heart princess." Medea nodded as a lone tear betrayed her inner anxiety. Offering the princess a handkerchief to wipe the tear away, Airlia excused herself to go find Trode. He was with the men who were readying for the wedding.
She pinned him with a look as he excused himself from the group. "Trode, did King Clavius talk to you… at all before or after my wedding?"
He sighed softly as he shook his head, "No dear child. Why?"
Airlia growled as she said, "Come with me, and you must keep this to yourself. I will inform Medea afterwards, because I will not have a bride weeping on what should be the happiest day of her life."
The formerly cursed king nodded as they went up to her room where she locked the door. "King Clavius will not be having Charmles marry Medea. He wouldn't hurt her after all she's been through. He has seen Charmles's immaturity first hand, when I showed him his brother's grave. That was the reason that Charmles wasn't at my ceremony. He will not allow Charmles to marry Medea…"
Trode blinked before he gasped, "Really? How do you know?"
Airlia frowned, "He discussed it with me on the boat ride to Savella Cathedral. There will be a single stipulation in order for the pair to marry. However if they agree to it, then it will be Draco waiting for her at the altar and not Charmless."
Trode looked bowled over and yet relieved. "The stipulation is that even though technically Draco should be the crowned prince of Argonia, they rule over Trodain to give Uncle Clavius time to fashion Charmles into a king… I hope."
Trode nodded but caught her half mumble at the end. Deciding to not say anything, he smiled at her. "I'm so glad Medea won't be forced to marry him. Does Draco know?"
Airlia shook her head, "I suspect not, however, I know he keeps the argon heart ring in his pocket all the time. The one from our father that is."
Trode smiled at her as he placed his hand over hers. "Thank you my dear. Now you must tell Medea at once! I will not let one word slip out to anyone. I'm so grateful that the two kids can be together. I pray daily that you conceive from your union. I also pray that it may grow to be strong, healthy, and brave like you are." Airlia smiled as she nodded to Trode.
The pair left as Airlia went to see Medea. "Medea, I'm not supposed to say anything, but I can't take the pain you're in anymore. Can you keep this the utmost secret?"
She nodded, "King Clavius will not be having you marry Charmles, but rather marry my brother, Draco."
Medea gasped as she sank into the bed behind her. "Are you serious?"
Airlia nodded as she said, "Draco doesn't know it yet, but that's why he wasn't made the best man."
Medea smiled as she reached to Airlia's hand, "Thank you sister. We may not be related yet, but we will be and I'm grateful for it. I wish I could express how happy I truly am."
Airlia returned the smile as she clutched Medea's hand, "You must not say anything about this. The only ones who are supposed to know this are Uncle Clavius and I. I only just told your father and promised him to secrecy after informing him I would tell you." Medea nodded, hope in her eyes once more for her future happiness.
As the groups left for the ships, the ladies were once again separated from the men. However, Marcello and King Clavius were allowed to be on the ship with the ladies as Airlia was now married to the dark haired man. King Clavius tapped her on the shoulder lightly, "Can we go talk, you, Marcello, and I… please?"
Airlia nodded as she sought out her husband, "Clavius needs us in the Captain's room my husband."
He smiled at her affectionate use of his title. With a nod, the trio went into the quarters as they all sat down. "Have you told him of my worries for my kingdom?"
Marcello nodded, "She has sire. If we are able to help, we would like to."
King Clavius nodded as he spoke seriously, "I tried to tell my son the wedding was off between him and Medea and his response echoed to me that he will never be ready for the position as king. He is on the ship, to keep up pretenses with the people of Argonia. I however have this feeling that it will be an easy transition for you two to ascend to the throne. Because you are not royalty Marcello, you can only be her prince consort."
Marcello nodded, "I understand and accepted that when she explained this to me before our honeymoon began a week ago when we were on the ship going back to Trodain."
King Clavius smiled, "By the way Marcello I wanted to thank you for undergoing the trial to get the argon heart. I wanted to test how determined you were to be with her after your transformation. Most just balk at the thought of going through there, but you were eager."
Marcello returned the smile as he said, "For the chance to be with one's soul mate, you would find yourself willing to go to the ends of the earth and beyond for them."
Clavius nodded, understanding the sentiment there as word came to them of the sighting of Savella Cathedral as he spoke to his niece. "Send Draco and Trode to me when you have Princess Medea situated in her tent. I will explain everything to them."
Airlia nodded as she smiled at him. The trio left the quarters and Marcello just watched her at the railing – the radiant smile on her face and the inner glow that she seemed to exude, he had to wonder if somehow they already conceived a child during their honeymoon. Could it perhaps have been on their wedding night? Everyone knew it was truly the most incredible of blessing that any couple could receive. He knew though, it would be another month or so before he would know.
When they were docked Airlia walked Medea and Jessica to their quarters, while her own were in a separate building with Marcello. Once they were situated, Airlia placed a hand on Medea's shoulder, "Don't you worry. He is only here because of pretenses for Argonia, but he will not be there at the altar."
Medea smiled tenderly in thanks as Airlia left to find Trode. She found him and Draco outside of the men's quarters as they both looked at her in surprise. "King Clavius wants you two to see him. And remember Trode, everything will be okay. You'll see." He nodded as the pair went off to Clavius's tent where Charmles was. Airlia went back to her lodge to find Marcello's arms encircling her waist, pulling her gently to him.
"My love, when I was studying you on the boat, I saw that you so incredibly radiant. I couldn't help but wonder somehow if you were pregnant already…"
He whispered into her ear as she blushed at the thought, but smiled warmly. "I'm happy because my brother is going to be with his love. That they get a chance at happiness like we have now." They heard a scream in the distance as the pair nodded to one another and hurried off to the sound.
Arriving at King Clavius's tent, she was utterly shocked to find Charmles was being restrained. The spoilt prince was sputtering, "No, that's… impossible… Medea was to be my wife, not his! He's just a… a… commoner!"
Clavius glared at him as he noticed Airlia, "Want me to deal with this uncle?"
He nodded, "Please. I'm tired of his whining at this point."
Airlia nodded as she stood firmly in front of Charmles. "You will listen to me now Charmles. He is my brother, and were it not for father's unfortunate passing he could have very likely been the crowned prince of Argonia. However, that is neither here nor there at the moment. Neither of us wanted to take over the kingdom of Argonia."
She took a breath as she calmed her ire down a little. "However your father saw you treating Princess Medea as an object to be possessed, like that of a hunting trophy. Seeing how Marcello once upon a time acted with me, he didn't want that for any other woman because it can only lead to tragedy."
The overweight prince stuck his tongue out at the brunette. "Well it doesn't matter! Medea is to be my wife!"
Airlia shook her head as she spoke, "Poor deluded young man. Your stubbornness and selfishness has costed you a great deal indeed."
He sputtered, "What on earth are you talking about?!"
Airlia ignored him as she turned to King Clavius, "Does he know uncle?"
The man nodded with a frown marring his face, "Yes he does, but you know how little it changes things with a stubborn sabercat."
Airlia sent him a knowing smile before turning back to her selfish cousin, "Then you know that the kingdom will no longer be yours to have as Medea is no longer going to be your wife."
Charmles sputtered for a moment before he retorted, "No, father's just holding onto it for me until I get a little older."
King Clavius shook his head, "You know very well that all of your running around gambling over at Baccarat would get you into trouble someday. Only its come all too quick for you."
Charmles glared daggers at the girl as he spat, "That was different! I promised to not go there anymore…"
He stopped for a moment as he considered his words before continuing, "You are commoner of no importance! You merely claim to be Eltrio's daughter which I doubt that you are!" King Clavius tolerated much to an extent from his son, however besmirching his niece was something he didn't tolerate.
He turned to Marcello and upon seeing the anger simmering there he said, "Don't worry for your lady wife's honor. I will contend with that statement."
Coming up to his love from behind, he whispered in Airlia's ear, "Was that the attitude he gave you at Eltrio's grave?"
Airlia gave a faint nod of agreement and it was far more than he could tolerate. "You will show my wife the respect she deserves as your cousin." Charmles broke free of his restraints and went to punch at Airlia's stomach which was as high as he could reach.
Thankfully, however, Marcello and Draco were quick to react. They prevented any harm from coming to her as King Clavius spoke sternly as he pinned his son with a deadly glare, "Charmles. You are hereby stripped of your title of 'Prince of Argonia' as of now. I am hereby declaring the future ruler of Argonia to be Princess Airlia, whom will earn the title of Queen when she succeeds me to the throne."
Charmles glared at her as he spat, "I refuse. You can't do that father! She has no knowledge of how to rule a kingdom!"
Trode sniffled as he said, "That is quite easy to fix Charmles. She will be sitting in with the royalty of Trodain as she learns how to govern that size kingdom, a stepping stone to be sure, but it will more than prepare her for what lies ahead."
Clavius's glare darkened considerably as he pulled out a red jewel the size of his fist. "Do you recall this Charmles?"
Charmles paled as he said, "But… but… Medea is to be my wife and Argonia is my kingdom!"
Clavius shook his head, "Neither of those is yours anymore. Your foolishness has already removed you of any chance at the kingdom and the marriage that was promised."
Charmles glared at the girl as he continued to argue when Marcello stepped in front of his wife, to protect her from any future attacks, "He overrode you as your father and king. Your Majesty, when would you like us to come to Argonia?"
King Clavius smiled at Marcello's level headedness, "Once you have a child born to the two of you. I suspect that she may be pregnant – even if it is too soon to tell. I suspect the two of you think that too."
Marcello paled as he said, "But it's only been a week."
King Clavius smiled wider, "A wife in love with her husband will produce an heir quicker than one who hates her husband. It is also said that they know when they've got a child to protect, something in them just changes ever so slightly." Marcello replayed the scene in his head and saw what King Clavius may have been alluding to…
Bowing Marcello smiled. "Thank you Your Majesty. We will come once she gives birth."
King Clavius then turned to Trode, "Understandably, the promise is broken and yet it is not. I merely request that Draco marry her in place of Charmles. And that he keeps her happy. This will allow our grandparents wish to come to fruition since he is of Argonia."
Draco smiled as he nodded. "I intend to Your Majesty."
Airlia smiled as the group split apart to get ready for the ceremony. Airlia and Marcello went to their tent to get ready as she curled her hair, and pulling it into a bun that let the tendrils loose below. She got into her golden shimmering dress as she turned to her husband. He was in a suit that was much like the suit from their wedding day. However, the suit was gold which matched hers, and complimenting his sapphire blue eyes as she ran a finger along his hair drawing a smile from him. "My love, you will make it too hard to wait until night for me to show you how beautiful you are."
Airlia blushed lightly as she smiled. "Well you are making it a bit hard to wait too my love. But Medea and Draco deserve this moment." He nodded in agreement as the pair left to go to the chapel, with Airlia holding her bouquet of baby's breath, honeysuckle, lilac and myrtle.
Arriving at the chapel, they took their places, side by side, leading just before the bride was to be escorted down the aisle. Airlia smiled as she saw the bride in her white gown, with lace trim along the bodice, truly befitting the bride. Airlia smiled as the veil hid her from seeing Draco fully, but realized that Medea could gather by the shadow that he casted, that it was not Charmles. Her heart felt lighter as she walked with a lighter step to her soon to be husband. Airlia listened to the ceremony with a smile on her face, as she saw her brother married off to the love of his life. Her hands over her stomach, she couldn't help but wonder about what both her uncle and Marcello had said. Was she truly pregnant already? When the pair shared their vows before the world, Airlia couldn't help but cheer internally for her brother and his love, but also for herself with the prospect of being pregnant.
When they were released from the ceremony, Airlia immediately went to the couple as Draco smiled proudly. "Congratulations Draco, Medea. I told you both it would work out just fine. Thank you both, and may you have a wonderful life together!"
The pair smiled as Marcello joined them and shook Draco's hand. "Congratulations Draco. All I can say is keep her happy. Airlia did a lot of fighting to get King Clavius to break the marriage. I don't want to see the two of you unhappy… ever."
Draco nodded with a smile. Medea went to Airlia, "Thank you for everything Airlia. You kept my father's spirits up, and mine too. You've helped to break what would have been the unhappiest marriage I could have ever found myself in and into the one that makes me so incredibly happy."
Airlia smiled as the pair shared a hug. "You're welcome, sister." Medea smiled as Draco swept her away into their first dance as Marcello held his hand out, "Would you like to dance with me?"
Airlia smiled as she accepted his hand, letting herself be led out into the courtyard where celebrations were being held at Savella Cathedral and into a dance. Marcello recognized the smile on her face as being one that said she was figuring out a mystery. "What's on your mind Airlia?"
She shook her head, "I don't want to say it yet. I don't want to ruin it if it's not as I hope it to be." He nodded as she laid her head on his chest, making him smile at the sweetness in his wife. Tears came to his eyes when he realized how close he had come to truly losing her forever.
Airlia looked up, and saw the tears. "Marcello?"
He shook his head, "I'm keeping myself humble my love. Reminding myself how close I came to truly losing you a couple of times during that journey. I was so stupid!"
She hushed him with two fingers over his lips. "But you didn't my love. We're both here, together. That's what matters now. Let's do as Ramia said and make a new life, a new path for our world now that the Lord of Darkness is gone forever." He nodded in agreement, kissing her softly as they continued to dance well into the night…
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