Today was the day. Crispin knew it had been coming for a while now, which only made him dread it even more. The anticipation had been killing him, and now that the event was actually here, he almost literally wanted to die. He wanted to leave so badly, but if he did then he WOULD die, his mother would have his head. This marriage was the last step in securing peace, if he skipped out on it, the two realms would be plunged back into war again.<br/><br/>So he stayed there, in the dark of this little hall, out of sight of the main room. He could hear the chattering of hundreds, maybe thousands of fae, all waiting to see this ceremony. He looked at the similar hall across the way, but even with his ability to see in most darks, he could not see the other fae hidden there. His husband-to-be. Not for the first time, he wished that he could have at least met the Seelie prince before this whole thing happened, but now he wasn’t sure whether it would have been better or worse overall. Maybe it would have been easier to consummate if maybe they at least knew each other’s names, but at the same time, Crispin was thinking that it might be easier to fuck a complete stranger, and let everything else come about later.<br/><br/>He wondered what the Seelie prince even looked like. He was going to be beautiful, in his own way, all the fae nobility were. Crispin’s type just wasn’t the sun-kissed, honey-sweet Seelie fae. Why would it be? There were plenty of pretty Unseelie that Crispin had taken his share of. Besides, the dark hair and pale skin of his favorites reminded him of the snow and night sky of his home. Would he ever see his home again? The castle that the ceremony was happening was on the border of the two realms, it had been abandoned for centuries, and just recently renovated. Once the ceremony was over, here Crispin would stay, with his new husband, and the servants that would keep the castle running.<br/><br/>The clacking sound of his boot heel echoed in the small alcove, and while the sound was annoying, Crispin couldn’t stop tapping his foot. He was too nervous. He adjusted his clothes, traditional ceremonial clothes in black and silver, the colors of his homeland. Then he reached up and made sure that his crown was sitting right on his brow, it was a simple woven circlet of silver, with a tear drop onyx resting on the space in the middle of his forehead. The ceremony would start any moment, the officiator of the marriage was coming up to the altar.