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misterblackbird) wrote2014-02-26 07:18 pm
misterblackbird) wrote2014-02-26 07:18 pm
Entry 617; Day 1595
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I never in the whole of my life truly thought I would say what I am about to say: I am on my way to my own wedding.
There was the possibility before, in my own world, that I would marry. It never came to pass. And the reasons for that are wretched and similar each time. I was married in the City before, too, but only for a day or two and only for a curse. This, I can say, is wholly different.
I am to marry Princess Rosella of Daventry, whom I love and who loves me in return. And however mad that sounds, I don't care.
I suppose it was only in the City that this could even in the least be possible. This impossible place seems to bring the impossible into possibility. Or perhaps that's we ourselves bring that about.
I had thought there would be more time, but it seems there isn't.
I'm not afraid of my father in the midst of this. I won't be standing there alone. Nor will Rosella be standing there alone. If he means to do her any harm, he will have to stand against me and a veritable army of her defenders and her. I know he's here in the City and I'm no longer afraid of him. I have stood against him long enough. And Rosella has stood against him too. He'll never touch her.
I wish Riff were here, and Merry, and even Uncle Neil. Riff, I know, would stand with me. I don't care what anyone might say about having a servant as a witness to one's marriage. We're practically eloping as it is, with everything hurriedly organised and rushed together. This is far and away not at all a state wedding. And I don't care. In fact, I rather prefer it. It's befitting of the City.
I suppose I'll see Riff and Merry soon enough. And London. I keep drifting back to that thought, though I don't want to. I've a wedding--my wedding--to see to, such as I can. I think I only need to arrive on time.
And I shall be there on time. I've a ring in my pocket and vows to make. I've other vows to keep, but they will keep and I will keep them. I think this, in and of itself, is some of the keeping of them.
This impossible City--I'm glad, here, at the last, that I found myself here so many years ago.
To all who have known me in my time here, to all those who have come and gone, to all those who have stood with me so long, thank you.
~C.
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[Private to Princess Rosella || Handwritten Letter]
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[ooc: Please pretend this post was made earlier today. And you know you want to get in on this wedding over here. You know you do.]
Comments: http://poly-chromatic.dreamwidth.org/1263644.html
I never in the whole of my life truly thought I would say what I am about to say: I am on my way to my own wedding.
There was the possibility before, in my own world, that I would marry. It never came to pass. And the reasons for that are wretched and similar each time. I was married in the City before, too, but only for a day or two and only for a curse. This, I can say, is wholly different.
I am to marry Princess Rosella of Daventry, whom I love and who loves me in return. And however mad that sounds, I don't care.
I suppose it was only in the City that this could even in the least be possible. This impossible place seems to bring the impossible into possibility. Or perhaps that's we ourselves bring that about.
I had thought there would be more time, but it seems there isn't.
I'm not afraid of my father in the midst of this. I won't be standing there alone. Nor will Rosella be standing there alone. If he means to do her any harm, he will have to stand against me and a veritable army of her defenders and her. I know he's here in the City and I'm no longer afraid of him. I have stood against him long enough. And Rosella has stood against him too. He'll never touch her.
I wish Riff were here, and Merry, and even Uncle Neil. Riff, I know, would stand with me. I don't care what anyone might say about having a servant as a witness to one's marriage. We're practically eloping as it is, with everything hurriedly organised and rushed together. This is far and away not at all a state wedding. And I don't care. In fact, I rather prefer it. It's befitting of the City.
I suppose I'll see Riff and Merry soon enough. And London. I keep drifting back to that thought, though I don't want to. I've a wedding--my wedding--to see to, such as I can. I think I only need to arrive on time.
And I shall be there on time. I've a ring in my pocket and vows to make. I've other vows to keep, but they will keep and I will keep them. I think this, in and of itself, is some of the keeping of them.
This impossible City--I'm glad, here, at the last, that I found myself here so many years ago.
To all who have known me in my time here, to all those who have come and gone, to all those who have stood with me so long, thank you.
~C.
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[Private to Princess Rosella || Handwritten Letter]
Rosella--
It's only been a matter of hours, not days, since we last saw one another. I know: I counted it out. So why does it feel like absolute ages since then? I know absence makes the heart grow fonder, but this really is ridiculous.
We really ought to do something about this if we can. Time ought to slow down after this evening, not before. It's being quite inconsiderate, really.
Yes, I'm being overblown and insufferable right now and I honestly don't care. You'll have to endure my excess.
I can't wait to see you. I can hardly bear it. I'm counting out the hours again. Soon enough I'll count out the minutes. I can already imagine how it will be to see you, I can already see how the sunlight will fall and how the candles will shine and even how the flowers will glow with the light and how I know you'll smile until your eyes shine.
I can't wait to see that. I can't wait to see you.
With all my love always,
~C.
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[ooc: Please pretend this post was made earlier today. And you know you want to get in on this wedding over here. You know you do.]
Comments: http://poly-chromatic.dreamwidth.org/1263644.html