As his brothers would often say, the two of you were “disgustingly, sickeningly, and nauseatingly in love” and while you spent your days professing this love to each other, stealing kisses (sometimes more than kisses) and longing glances in between meetings and royal affairs, you also spent your nights so desperately in love that sometimes the two of you were unable to sleep, too busy with flirting and flattery. 

Tonight was one of those nights.

You hadn’t thought it would be, but it was. You’d thought yourself on the verge of sleep, when Sett suddenly cozied up to you, his chest pressed tightly against your back, murmuring about how warm you were, how soft you were, how good you smelt, how good you felt, bombarding you with a variety of sweet nothings, until, giggling, you had no choice but to roll over and face him, shushing him with a kiss. One kiss turned into thousands, and he quickly got drunk on the taste of you. 

He pressed his lips to the curve of your cheek, murmuring “I love you,” he pressed his lips to the edge of your jaw, murmuring “I love you,” and then he pressed his lips to the base of your neck, murmuring “I love you.” And you thought your heart might just combust into mere atoms and become one with his cells or splinter into shards of stardust and sprinkle itself into the night sky. 

So, blaming the lack of sleep and the inability to resist such a man, you told him the first thing on your mind, the only thing on your mind, the thing you were desperate for him to know. “I love you so much that I’d marry you right now if I could.”

And suddenly he was rising out of bed.

“Sett…? Love? Where are you going?”

“You said you’d marry me now.”

“Yes, and?”

His eyes shone brighter than the stars. “And so marry me now.”

Before you could even process the severity of what you’d said, of what you’d done, he was already sauntering down the halls, waking up every slumbering soul. 

Oh shit. He was literally going to marry you now.

Before you knew it, half the castle was awake -soon to be the whole castle- and he was giving out orders to place flowers here and to play music there and to set up food here. He didn’t care what flowers, what music, what food, he just wanted a wedding and he wanted it now. He’d never liked big, public weddings anyway, with guests coming from far and wide to gauge just how useful your marriage would be to their individual countries or states; he was content just to have the residents of the castle as his witnesses while he made you his bride. In fact, he might not have needed them at all; he might not have needed the flowers, or the music, or the food, but he wanted to give you a proper wedding if not a formal one, so it had to be done. 

He didn’t have a wedding suit, but he’d wear the one that you liked, and you didn’t have a wedding dress, but he’d marry you in your nightgown. In fact, he’d marry you in rags, he’d marry you in a bath towel, he’d even marry you naked, if witnesses were not necessary. He just wanted to marry you. And you’d told him you’d marry him now so now it would be. 

You almost regretted opening your big, dumb mouth about the whole thing. Almost.

You did feel sorry for all the people he’d wrenched from their sleep, rubbing their dreary eyes as they tried to distinguish dream from reality. And you felt sorry that, at so late an hour, he was even imposing physical labor upon their weary bodies. 

But maybe you were just as crazy as he was.

Because the more flowers that were placed, the more chairs that were arranged, the more lights that were strung, the more you got excited too. Watching him ardently plan your wedding only made you all the more in love with him. If he got any cuter, you might just drag him up to the altar this very second, even with only half the chairs set up, the musicians still tuning, and the cake still baking. But you stood still and waited, because you knew he was working hard and all for you. It would be a shame to let his hard work go to waste.

While preparations were still being readied, you figured you’d take the time to pull together a wedding outfit. You attempted to sneak out silently, but Sett knew you’d try something like this and before you knew it, your feet were being lifted off the ground. He carried you to your shared chambers and then gently deposited you on the bed.

“You know, you’re not supposed to see the bride’s wedding dress before the wedding,” You protested.

He smirked. “It’s a good thing you don’t have a wedding dress then. I can see you as much as I want.” He tucked a finger under your chin, tilting it up slightly so he could press a kiss to your lips, before beginning to rummage through your wardrobe. “You feeling pink today, maybe blue?”

“Sett!” You exclaimed, reaching to snatch hangers away from him. “You can’t pick out my dress for me!” He held the dresses hostage behind him. “And why not?”

“Because! It’s bad luck.”

“I don’t believe in bad luck. Especially not now that you’re with me.”

“Well then…because it won’t be a surprise!”

“And you care so much about it being a surprise?”

You nodded emphatically. “Because if I walk out there and your jaw is not literally dropping to the ground and your eyes are not bulging out of your head because I’ve stunned you into happy silence, then I will be going back to rewalk the aisle over and over again until you do it right. So, I think it’ll just be easier for the both of us if you don’t know what I’m wearing.” You were only half joking. You really did want it to be a surprise. 

He laughed, pinching your cheek playfully before relinquishing the dresses back to you. “Alright, alright. I’ll do my very best to lose my organs all over the ground when you walk out. But I already know that whatever you wear, you’ll be gorgeous. Hell, you already are now, my love.” 

After looking you up and down to confirm what he already knew -that you were indeed stunning- he licked his lips and wrapped his arms around your waist, pulling you against him. “You know…” He nuzzled against your ear, nipping at it slightly. “They’re still getting everything ready. We have time, if you want to-”

“Okay, you need to get out.” You laughed, shoving him towards the door.

He chuckled. “It was just an idea, my love. I promise to be stunned the next time we see each other.” With a slight wave, he disappeared out the door.

The second his frame vanished, you called in an army. You needed all the help you could get- with someone on hair duty, someone on makeup duty, and someone to get this damn dress on you. It was going to be perfect; you were going to will it to be so. 

When you were satisfied with your appearance and the ceremony preparations had been completed, it was finally time. 

You took a deep breath and then took a step forward. 

You knew guests were rising from their seats as you entered the room, and you knew their eyes were all on you. But their eyes didn’t matter, only his. And for this one, single moment, as the music filled the air and led you down the aisle, it was like you and him were the only two people in the entire world. And stunned didn’t even begin to describe how he was feeling. 

When he saw you in the doorway, it was like time stopped. It was like he’d never known the sun or the stars before, like you were the only light in his whole world. And you were glowing and you were dazzling and you were breathtaking. 

And when you made it to the end of the aisle, taking his hands as you approached him, he whispered to you, “Do it again. I wanna see you walk again and again and again.”

You laughed and said, “C’mon, silly. Let’s get married.”

The priest barely had time to speak, only making it as far as, “Dearly beloved, we are gathered here today to join together-” before Sett declared, “I do.” 

And when the priest cleared his throat, raising a brow at Sett, before attempting to continue on with his speech, Sett proclaimed again and again, “I do, I absolutely do.”

Only when you’d given him a light scolding, and after he’d defended himself saying, “What? I do, though,” was the priest allowed to finish.

And then you kissed.

 And it was the best night of your entire life.