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[April 27] [Strange Magic] Sisterly
Title: Sisterly
Day/Theme: 27. Outside, the fairies waited.
Series: Strange Magic
Character/Pairing: Marianne and Dawn mostly
Rating: A what-if based on what could have happened if Dawn had made the connection earlier.
“The wedding is off.”
Four words had never carried such misery and Dawn was left gasping at the closed door. She wasn’t used to unhappiness at all, but especially not from her sister. Marianne had always been so open-hearted and accepting. She had been giddy with happiness not an hour ago. It was her wedding day. Only now it wasn’t going to be. The wedding was off.
What could’ve happened between then and now? The last Dawn had seen, Marianne had flitted off to take Roland the boutonniere. She had been so happy. Now she was sobbing her eyes out, locked in her room. Roland might know what had happened. Dawn flitted off to find him. Her mind raced faster than her wings. What could’ve happened to make Marianne so heartbroken? What would make her call off the wedding? She had been so love struck, and excited, and eager.
Except for that moment, Dawn remembered suddenly. There had been a moment of doubt and fear and she hadn’t given it more than a thought. Do you think he loves me as much as I love him? Marianne had asked and Dawn had assured her that not loving her was impossible. Had she been wrong? Not about Marianne, but Roland. Dawn flew even faster.
All around the other fairies and elves were gathering for the wedding. There were flowers and feasts set up all around the castle. And there was Roland, standing in the bridegroom’s place, looking handsome and confident and winking at courtiers who called to him. He wasn’t devastated. He should’ve been the one outside Marianne’s door, begging for forgiveness and understanding. Dawn felt suspicion uncurl in her heart. What had he done? No one could be that thoughtless, could they? He wasn’t even wearing the boutonniere. Her father was standing there too and he looked up hopefully when he saw her.
“Dawn!” he said. “Is Marianne ready?”
“She’s not coming,” she said, keeping a careful eye on Roland’s reaction. Sure enough, instead of looking horrified that his bride-to-be wasn’t coming to the wedding, Roland’s eyes flitted to the king. “Marianne says the wedding is off.”
“What??” It was the king who looked stunned. Roland’s smile stayed on.
“Just some last minute jitters,” Roland said, patting the king’s arm like they were equals. They weren’t and they weren’t ever going to be. “I’m sure it’s just a misunderstanding.”
“Oh no,” Dawn said, crossing her arms. Her suspicion burst into flame. He knew. He knew exactly what he had done. “She was very clear. No wedding.”
“But…” her father looked from her to Roland. “But why?”
“Why would a princess, crazy in love, go to give her future husband a wedding day gift and then come home with her heart broken?” Dawn asked. She saw Roland’s expression became strained around the eyes. She stared him down. “What could she have seen? What could he have done?”
“Now, little lady,” Roland began. He was all patronizing smiles, and Dawn flared. He was just a knight. He didn’t get to talk to her like that. She was the princess. She had never pulled rank on anyone before in her life, but she wasn’t going to allow this. Her wings flew wide and she rose high enough to look down on him.
“You hurt my sister,” she said. Her father was as surprised at her tone as Roland was, but he was beginning to glare at the knight too. “I only cared about you because she did. Now she doesn’t want you, and you mean nothing.”
It wasn’t exactly true. She had giggled with Marianne about how dreamily handsome Roland was long before the two had been betrothed. All she had to do was think of the sadness in Marianne’s eyes to despise him utterly though. The gathered fairies hadn’t missed any of this and were watching with wide eyes. Some were aghast, some were grinning. This was way more entertaining than a wedding.
“Roland,” the king was using his commanding voice. “What exactly is this misunderstanding?” While the knight stammered and tried to come up with an excuse, Dawn found she didn’t even care what he had to say. She had meant that he was nothing to her now. Marianne was the one that mattered. The food was still there. She saw Sunny with the band, eyes wide and worried. She squared her shoulders.
“The wedding is off!” she announced to the guests, as if they hadn’t heard all this. “Please enjoy the music and the refreshments with our regards.” Sunny took the hint and started the band to play a waltz.
“Now, wait!” Roland protested. She ignored him and turned to her father. Some steel had crept into his eyes too. The more his charm failed, the more flustered Roland got. Dawn had no patience for it.
“I’m going to go to Marianne,” she said. “She shouldn’t be alone. You can deal with him.” The contempt in her voice and the thought of Marianne hurt and alone was enough to convince him finally. The king nodded and then turned to Roland.
“Enough!” she heard him say as she left. “I think it’s best if you went home.” She didn’t wait to hear more.
The crowd of fairies was not dispersing. A few were trying to discretely follow Dawn, probably for a peek at the distraught heir to the throne. They could wait all they wanted. Dawn was determined to protect her sister from this all she could.
Day/Theme: 27. Outside, the fairies waited.
Series: Strange Magic
Character/Pairing: Marianne and Dawn mostly
Rating: A what-if based on what could have happened if Dawn had made the connection earlier.
“The wedding is off.”
Four words had never carried such misery and Dawn was left gasping at the closed door. She wasn’t used to unhappiness at all, but especially not from her sister. Marianne had always been so open-hearted and accepting. She had been giddy with happiness not an hour ago. It was her wedding day. Only now it wasn’t going to be. The wedding was off.
What could’ve happened between then and now? The last Dawn had seen, Marianne had flitted off to take Roland the boutonniere. She had been so happy. Now she was sobbing her eyes out, locked in her room. Roland might know what had happened. Dawn flitted off to find him. Her mind raced faster than her wings. What could’ve happened to make Marianne so heartbroken? What would make her call off the wedding? She had been so love struck, and excited, and eager.
Except for that moment, Dawn remembered suddenly. There had been a moment of doubt and fear and she hadn’t given it more than a thought. Do you think he loves me as much as I love him? Marianne had asked and Dawn had assured her that not loving her was impossible. Had she been wrong? Not about Marianne, but Roland. Dawn flew even faster.
All around the other fairies and elves were gathering for the wedding. There were flowers and feasts set up all around the castle. And there was Roland, standing in the bridegroom’s place, looking handsome and confident and winking at courtiers who called to him. He wasn’t devastated. He should’ve been the one outside Marianne’s door, begging for forgiveness and understanding. Dawn felt suspicion uncurl in her heart. What had he done? No one could be that thoughtless, could they? He wasn’t even wearing the boutonniere. Her father was standing there too and he looked up hopefully when he saw her.
“Dawn!” he said. “Is Marianne ready?”
“She’s not coming,” she said, keeping a careful eye on Roland’s reaction. Sure enough, instead of looking horrified that his bride-to-be wasn’t coming to the wedding, Roland’s eyes flitted to the king. “Marianne says the wedding is off.”
“What??” It was the king who looked stunned. Roland’s smile stayed on.
“Just some last minute jitters,” Roland said, patting the king’s arm like they were equals. They weren’t and they weren’t ever going to be. “I’m sure it’s just a misunderstanding.”
“Oh no,” Dawn said, crossing her arms. Her suspicion burst into flame. He knew. He knew exactly what he had done. “She was very clear. No wedding.”
“But…” her father looked from her to Roland. “But why?”
“Why would a princess, crazy in love, go to give her future husband a wedding day gift and then come home with her heart broken?” Dawn asked. She saw Roland’s expression became strained around the eyes. She stared him down. “What could she have seen? What could he have done?”
“Now, little lady,” Roland began. He was all patronizing smiles, and Dawn flared. He was just a knight. He didn’t get to talk to her like that. She was the princess. She had never pulled rank on anyone before in her life, but she wasn’t going to allow this. Her wings flew wide and she rose high enough to look down on him.
“You hurt my sister,” she said. Her father was as surprised at her tone as Roland was, but he was beginning to glare at the knight too. “I only cared about you because she did. Now she doesn’t want you, and you mean nothing.”
It wasn’t exactly true. She had giggled with Marianne about how dreamily handsome Roland was long before the two had been betrothed. All she had to do was think of the sadness in Marianne’s eyes to despise him utterly though. The gathered fairies hadn’t missed any of this and were watching with wide eyes. Some were aghast, some were grinning. This was way more entertaining than a wedding.
“Roland,” the king was using his commanding voice. “What exactly is this misunderstanding?” While the knight stammered and tried to come up with an excuse, Dawn found she didn’t even care what he had to say. She had meant that he was nothing to her now. Marianne was the one that mattered. The food was still there. She saw Sunny with the band, eyes wide and worried. She squared her shoulders.
“The wedding is off!” she announced to the guests, as if they hadn’t heard all this. “Please enjoy the music and the refreshments with our regards.” Sunny took the hint and started the band to play a waltz.
“Now, wait!” Roland protested. She ignored him and turned to her father. Some steel had crept into his eyes too. The more his charm failed, the more flustered Roland got. Dawn had no patience for it.
“I’m going to go to Marianne,” she said. “She shouldn’t be alone. You can deal with him.” The contempt in her voice and the thought of Marianne hurt and alone was enough to convince him finally. The king nodded and then turned to Roland.
“Enough!” she heard him say as she left. “I think it’s best if you went home.” She didn’t wait to hear more.
The crowd of fairies was not dispersing. A few were trying to discretely follow Dawn, probably for a peek at the distraught heir to the throne. They could wait all they wanted. Dawn was determined to protect her sister from this all she could.