I gulp, feeling my heart drop as Deimos looks back at me with knowing eyes.
"Sister... Are you with child?" Deimos asks.
"Shh! Shh, shh! I-I don't even know yet." I exclaim, trying to keep his voice down.
"But I do. This disturbance I've been feeling has been from the last month, and it's been growing more prominent... It's the disturbance of a visitor soul. You're pregnant, are you not?" Deimos speaks confidently.
"Shush! D-Deimos, please do not tell anyone about it! When I got sick and nauseous I thought it was wedding fears, but then I realized little things... I got sick for our engagement ball, I felt sick everyday, and I just thought I was overwhelmed... It's not enough to think I'm pregnant, but I was going to see a doctor privately after our honeymoon." I whisper, nervous.
"I see... Although a doctor is unnecessary when I know for a fact, there's a visitor soul in close contact with your soul." Deimos shrugs confidently.
"Shh! Talk about it quietly, please don't mention this to anyone!"
He sighs, nodding.
"Of course I wouldn't. Do you plan on telling your husband once you find out the truth?"
"I... I will have to eventually, I'm just nervous! I don't even know what I'd say to him." I sigh, holding my stomach.
"You could be simple and tell him, 'Congratulations, you'll make a fine father'."
I scoff, shaking my head.
"Maybe not like that. I'll just focus on one thing at a time, first honeymoon, second a doctor, and lastly I'll tell him if it comes out positive." I take a deep breath, calming down.
"As long as you're taken care of. Shall I secretly accompany you on your honeymoon, if something goes wrong?"
I giggle, shaking my head.
"There's no need for that. Also, even though we recently met, the fact you're my brother from my past life is... Disturbing. I do not want my brother on my honeymoon, especially when it's meant to be a romantic vacation."
"I suppose it is odd."
The door knocks.
"It appears I've overstayed." Deimos bows his head, flying out the window.
I take a deep breath, calming down as I place my hand on my stomach.
"Come in." I call out, hiding my worries.
Cabel walks in, holding his hand out.
"My wife, it's time for the ball." He smiles, giving a handsome grin.
I nod, placing my hand on his.
The ball goes on into the late night.
I stand in position with Cabel as we slow dance.
"Luna?" Cabel calls out.
"Yes?"
He gazes down at me with a soft smile.
"You look beautiful." He whispers, kissing my forehead.
I feel my cheeks grow warm.
"What is it? Are you embarrassed from just a kiss?" He asks, snickering.
"I-It's not that... You're always so sweet, but you've been extra sweet to me that it takes me by surprise."
"You'll need to get used to it because I have no intention of stopping." He smiles, kissing my forehead again.
"Cabel... I love you... I'm having fun dancing with you, I'm having fun getting to know little things about you everyday, and I'm excited to have everyday with you for the rest of our lives... I just love you dearly..." I honestly speak, flashing him a smile.
He looks away, his neck and ears growing red.
"Cabel?" I call out.
"Don't look at me." He mumbles, blushing.
"A-Are you embarrassed?" I ask, surprised.
He gazes back at me.
"Oh? What a brazen wife I have." His expression changes instantly into a confident one, "It seems I've been lenient."
He grins, holding my hand.
He walks off the dance floor, pulling me with him.
"Your highness?" Lance calls out.
"Enjoy the ball, my wife seems to be tired. We'll be back after a break." Cabel grins.
"Yes, your highness, your majesty. Do be mindful you're to part for your honeymoon at midnight." Lance speaks, bowing.
Cabel nods, leaving the ballroom as he pulls me along behind him.
"W-Wait!" I exclaim, panting.
Cabel kisses my neck, thrusting into me.
I cling onto him, my gown skirt pushed up with his clothes dishevelled.
He kisses me passionately making my mind go blank.
"C-Cabel!" I call out, clinging onto his back, "W-We have to go!"
"Not yet. Not until the last minute, I want to savour my bride." Cabel smiles, kissing me.
Our clothes are soon thrown off as we continue our passionate night.
I lay, resting in his arms.
I look up at the ceiling of our shared bedroom, admiring the chandelier.
"You're so mean..." I mumble, cuddling into his chest.
"I couldn't help it, my wife was so beautiful how am I supposed to hold back?"
I take a deep breath, hugging him.
The door knocks, causing me to jump, hiding in the covers.
"Hm... It must be Lance. He's punctual as always." Cabel snickers, standing up.
He throws on his robe, bringing a robe for me. He slides it on for me, tying it up.
He languidly strolls to the door, opening it.
"Ahem. Your highness? The carriage is ready for your departure." Lance bows.
"Hm... Luggage?"
"Already prepared."
"I see... Precise as always. Fine. Wait for us downstairs." Cabel scoffs.
Lance bows.
"I understand, your highness." Lance leaves, smiling politely.
Cabel turns to me.
"It seems we need to go." He smiles, kissing my forehead.
"It's okay. Come on, we should get dressed." I smile, holding his hand.
I dress in a comfortable cream gown, Magnolia helping to place a tiara in place after doing my hair.
Lucia and Maria bow their heads after finishing the gown.
"My lady, I hope you have a pleasant trip!" Lucia smiles, excited.
I smile back.
"Thank you... I know this is sudden but, when I come back, would you all be my personal maids?" I ask.
They grow surprised, ecstatic as I ask.
"B-But, your majesty, you'll have more expert seamstresses and beauticians hired for you. We're only generic seamstresses." Lucia speaks, surprised.
"But I like you all. Your skills are perfect, you diligently work, and I would prefer people who respect me out of who I am, rather than what my title is." I smile, standing as Magnolia slides my cloak on.
"We're honoured! I-I'll gladly accept it, if it's alright with you!" Lucia exclaims.
"Your majesty, I am honoured. I will also accept." Maria smiles, blushing slightly.
I nod.
"Thank you. We'll place the papers through after the honeymoon." I smile, waving.
"Y-Yes! Thank you, your majesty!" Lucia exclaims, bowing down.
"Thank you, your majesty." Maria bows too.
Magnolia follows me outside to the carriage.
Guests from the ball are lined up outside, waiting for us.
The assassins all stand in the front, dressed in formal attire.
I can't help but giggle as Cethin adjusts his clothes, evidently uncomfortable.
Petunia bows her head, giving a bright sweet smile.
I bow my head back and whisper a thank you.
Cabel stands outside the carriage, smiling as I walk towards him.
"Ready?" He asks.
"Yes." I smile, taking his hand.
"Bye Chicky!" Cethin shouts, waving, "Bring back a present!"
I giggle, waving back.
"Of course. Take care!" I exclaim.
We step onto the carriage, taking off as guests cheer, throwing petals as we depart.
Cabel holds my hand as I sit beside him.
He raises my hand, kissing the back of it as he gives me a sweet addictive smile.
"I love you." He whispers, kissing my forehead.
"I love you too." I whisper.
I cuddle close to him, nuzzling into his neck as I tighten my grip on his hand.
Looking at our hands, my heart warms as I gaze at our matching wedding bands.
Cabel rests his head on top of mine as he lets out a tranquil sigh, his arm wrapping around my waist to hold me closer.
'Happiness is when I'm with you...'
I think to myself, feeling a warm tranquility fall upon us.
I close my eyes.
The memories of Avris, and everything that had happened to bring me here, running through my mind.
The moments of fear, anxiousness, and pain becoming sweet as I realize it's brought me down the path to be with Cabel.
'Thank you...'
I silently thank Cabel and all the friends I've made, for staying by my side.
A smile grows on my lips as I think back to the happy memories, thanking Sol for allowing me to experience every single precious moment.
I grow tired, feeling Cabel's warmth against me. His chest rising and falling as he takes calm breaths.
Unresisting the fatigue, I begin to fall asleep.
Cabel's warm protective air soothing me, his hand tightening on my hand as I begin to dream.
"I love you..." I whisper, falling asleep as I lean against his shoulder.
A small smile on my lips as I drift off to my dreams, any anxiousness and stress lifted from my shoulders.
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The End.