As the Driftwood King waited, he thought of all the things that could blossom from this. They could have children, and raise them in the peace of the island. The truest treasures were peace, love. His tail was still wagging, as his icy gaze took in the glistening beauty of his fiance. A smile plastered across his face as she waltzed to meet him. “Hello, Aegir, it looks wonderful,” She spoke to him, and his smile grew larger. “None of this could be more wonderful than you, Marella.” He spoke breathlessly.
His black and white swirled form straightened up, as he cleared his throat. A call rang in, and at that Aegir called out once more to invite the man in. He saw a strong looking Dracarae come forward, with feathers. Interesting enough, he had three children with him. “I’m sorry to intrude, I’m Enigma. These are my children, Pierce, Esmeray and Clouseau. Their mother was Raven, she told me she was a member of this pack. I was hoping we would find peace here.” The man spoke. The Driftwood King nodded his head. “Welcome home, Enigma and children.” He said with a smile, where Raven was could wait for the moment. He waited for his beloved to finish speaking with another new face.
He once more cleared his throat, hoping for no more interruptions. “Marella, my love. I called everyone here to marry you, the one my heart is tied to.” He said gently, looking to meet her gaze. “I vow to be with you until my dying breath, to keep you safe. To love you until the end of time, from this sunset to our last.” He said softly. “Will you be my wife, and rule beside me as my Queen?” He asked her, his smile growing wider on his face.
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