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Who Made This Battle Maniac the Demon King?!
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Kayne awoke as the first rays of dawn painted the Royal Capital in gold. The soft light of what looked to become a beautiful day was a good omen for a wedding; His wedding with the love of his life, Amadea, to be precise. An unapologetically cracky @Peregrine and @Gossip Production
It was therefore with a blissful smile on his tanned face that the young man of nineteen summers prepared for the day ahead, the blond radiating joy and anticipation as a veritable army of servants attended to him that morning. The whole of the Duke's household was infected with Kayne's good mood, and as he stepped through the threshold leading to the small dining hall reserved to his father's kin, the boy felt like he was walking on clouds. Bowing deeply to his father, his older brother and their respective wives, the golden youth would be hard-pressed to retell the topic spoken when the family broke their fast, so consumed was he in his elation of finally marrying the girl he had loved for most of his life.
Princess Amadea was a goddess amongst men; there was no maiden as lovely as the third princess of the Kingdom of Stella, and soon to be his bride. As the second son of one of the four Duke that was second only to the Royal Family in nobility, Kayne had known Amadea since they were both children; That familiarity and long-lasting friendship turned into the sweetest and purest of love, and soon enough Kayne was granted his childhood sweetheart's hand by her father the King soon after her sixteenth birthday a year ago. After a year of preparation, their union was to be finalized at noon that day, leading to a full month of celebrations all over the kingdom.
Truly, Kayne was the happiest man in the world that day; the luckiest one, certainly, to be marrying for love despite being part of High Nobility. The blond swore he wouldn't take his good fortune for granted, and that he would cherish his soon-to-be wife and protect her from all ills and harms to his dying breath - nothing else was of any consequence.
The morning passed without him noticing much of it unfolding before his eyes, clear blue eyes taking a dreamy cast as the youth was constantly sidetracked with thoughts of the ceremony ahead, and the life that would come after. Time passed in the blink of an eye, and before he knew it, the young noble found himself standing before an altar, his feet bare and his body clad in white silk and delicately embroidered gold as what could only be a vision from heaven walked down the cathedral's nave towards him, her honey-blond hair adorned with the same flowers that sat upon his own lighter curls in a makeshift crown.
At the very moment their eyes met, Kayne felt his breath hitch as his eyes dilated; his heart hammered like a drum that he felt all the way to his toes as his mouth became as dry as the desert, his whole body tuned to the moment where two hearts would become one in the eyes of the Gods. Tanned cheeks flushed pink, the groom uttered something he couldn't hear to the girl now taking her place before him before their hands clasped one another; it was as if the sweetest of lightning strike sparked from their joined hands then, and the whole world seemed even more vivid and lovely at that moment.
The priest guided the blushing couple through the ceremony, and as the last knot of golden rope was secured around their joined wrists and their lips finally met in their first kiss as husband and wife, the sun above their heads darkened.
And then… and then there was pure Chaos.