@isledonâ | the groom & his best man
  today is the day. it was a fitful night for ben. the nerves coupled with the fact that evie had forced the betrothed to separate for the night due to tradition meant that the groom only got a few hours of sleep before the big day. though it wasn't much different than most days, ben had wanted to be well-rested for his own wedding. it was to be an all-day afair, after all-- with thousands of eyes on the newlyweds. the last thing he needed was a picture of him yawning plastered on every front page in the kingdom with the headline "married less than an hour and he's already tired!" maybe the maid of honor had gotten into his head, but he couldn't help but imagine every worse case scenario for the day. as long as he wasn't left at the altar, though, he would be happy.
 nevertheless, ben forced himself to take a few deep breaths as he looked at himself in the mirror of the groom's suite. the tuxedo somehow looked even better than it did at his final fitting. evie must have done some tweaks in the days leading up to the wedding. the king looked at the dragon pin on his lapel with a smile as hand reached up to straighten it. the clock ticked forward and with every passing second, his heart pounded louder in his ears. ben turned to look at his best man, a somewhat fearful look in his eyes. "how do i look? not like a buffoon, i hope." while ben had faith in evie's design, he couldn't help but feel like a child playing dress up. and while he was comfortable in suits and tuxedos, this one was much different than all the rest. it was his wedding tuxedo. it would end up in a museum of auradon history. he hoped he didn't drop any food on the pristine white fabric during the reception.
