#bydue

You were breathtaking.

He stood at the side of the ceremonial altar, and it was as if he was watching his bride walk down the aisle. Seteth cleared his throat next to him. Dedue’s mouth was hanging open.

It clamped shut in a split second, but his eyes never once left your frame. You exuded elegance in that dress. It was the first time he’d seen you in one in all the years he’d known you. Even at the school dances, you were in armor. This was uncharted territory, and he was utterly defenseless.

Your shoulders were bare, and the garment flattered you at every dip and curve. The exquisite fabric billowing around you as though you’d become an angel.

Dedue’s heart pounded in his chest, and he was sure the heat on his cheeks was painfully visible at this point.

He had only confessed his love to you in the last few days. But now he had seen you like this, walking towards him with such poise, such beauty and grace…

It was an undeniable truth.

You were the only woman in this world he would marry. 

And to think it took a glance at you in a white dress to seal the deal. He made sure to bury that thought deep down in his mind...the teasing would be relentless if it ever slipped out.