Did he ever. His lips curled into a sardonic smirk, though there seemed to be a hint of sadness in there too. “I’m pretty sure we’ve already had enough bad luck to last a lifetime,” he shrugged nonchalantly, even though she couldn’t see him. “I’m willing to risk it. Question is, are you?”
He was right they did, she hoped. Then again, if she was marrying him hat should be a sign enough that they didn’t have a target on their backs right? or either of them would be killed before they got to the altar? Way to sike yourself out Ari, she thought.
Is she? Arabella opened the door and grinned right up at him, “Always”
A small chuckle erupted from within him. Truth was that he was a nervous wreck. Not because he was about to marry her, but because of the wedding in general. The whole concept of inviting hundreds of people to watch you profess your love to the person you would vow to spend the rest of your life with was incredibly daunting. It felt intrusive, somehow. Impersonal. Unfortunately, there was no choice. The perks of being the future king of Switzerland. He rested his head against the door, a soft groan escaping his lips. “Fuck tradition. I need to see you.”
Arabella grinned, “You know Mr. Odenberg breaking traditions usually mean bringing bad luck, do you wanna risk it?”
Traditionally, they were supposed to sleep in separate rooms on the night before the wedding. Elliot, however, was no prince charming and not one to follow traditions. It took him less than a minute in bed to realize it was physically impossible to spend tonight of all nights away from the woman he loved, and before he knew it, he was out the door and down the hall, standing in front of her suite with nothing but his pajama bottoms hanging loosely from his hips. He knocked gently after a moment’s hesitation. “It’s me.”
A couple of hours. A couple mroe hours and she was going to be Arabella Odenberg or Buchanan-Odenberg, she didn’t quite have that figured out but she did know she wasn’t going to just be the Princess of Scotland, she was also going to be Arabella, Princess of Switzerland, and the future queen. Oh god, Queen. She was never trained to be queen, heck Ari is not queen material everyone who knows her would probably say the same but she was willing because it was Elliot, and the difference between a Queen and A Princess is just the title right? Right? She sighed and tossed about in her bed chamber. Being the night before the wedding tradition took a toll, which meant separate beds till tomorrow when they were officially married and intertwined their vows, not that they haven’t already. They were already centuries in tradition, since for them they were already married.
Arabella sighed in defeat, she opened her eyes to stare at the ceiling, being away from her groom really was a struggle who knew. She knew, they haven’t been apart in forever. A knock on the door startled her to sit up, but then she heard his voice and let out a breath she didn’t know she was holding. She got out of bed and half ran towards the door but stopped before she reached the doorknob. ”I hope “It’s me” Is a way of you saying ‘hello this is a voicemail and i’m not exactly at the opening of this door because i’m not allowed to be’ thing” Ari whispered teasingly.
[ The warmth in her eyes made him wonder if he was still dreaming. His eyes closed for a moment; the smile growing at her words and touch. ] Are you kidding me? If I had known what I was missing, I would’ve kidnapped you and locked you in here a long time ago. And thrown away the key, just to make sure you didn’t go anywhere.
Hmmm Mr. Caveman, i’m starting to think you have a thing for kidnapping. *she lightly pressed a kissed on the bottom of his chin since she was at face length to it* What happens when we’re hungry?
[ He stirs slightly at the familiar, entrancing scent reaching his nostrils. He struggles to open his heavy lids and gives a faint smile at the image of Arabella soundlessly asleep in his bed. He wraps his arms around her from behind and pulls her closer, kissing her neck gently. ] Good morning, gorgeous.
*Arabella peeks open her eyes at the sudden movement from the opposite side, suddenly remembering where she was at and with whom a slight smile grew upon her face, her skin tingling at the slightest touch of his lips on her neck, she groans in response but cuddles deeper into him*
For the past and last few days really, things had taken a turn for the dramatic: Everyone was done, everyone was leaving. Arabella didn’t quite understand the sudden turn, but that didn’t deny the fact she was slightly happy everyone was and that it meant they would all be safe. Except for a few. However, she finally figured out why Versailles being the darkest place that it was kept everyone together, other than the occasional death and those that left coming back. Versailles was that freedom away from Royalty. It was the place where people met, it was a school, it was a village, it was like growing up, make mistakes, it was reality away from the crown, one of those books that had a beginning, middle and an end. And it was already its end.
She made her way past every grave, placing a flower on each of the tomb of the fallen Versailles Royals like she had done many times before with new additions: Wendy and Amber. When ari first announced she was leaving, there were only a few people she was very worried about, she really wanted to go, she really need to go but when Elliot told her to stay, she didn’t quite know what to do. She did not want to leave and never try again with him, but she also wanted to go and start over. Wendy asked her to stay too, and she admits spending the whole day trying to figure out if it was such a good idea to leave. She needed a sign and even though Elliot told her he would leave with her, she didn’t want to deprive him of his mission, but then again she wanted to pull him away from it, so would it be so bad to just selfishly take him with her? However, Wendy dying wasn’t the sign she wanted, but it made sense for it to be.
Wendy was pregnant, she was in a way alone and pregnant and Arabella had promised to say by her side in all things, except she wanted to go. She had promised to come back for the Welsh girl when she was around her due date, but she really did not want to come back to Versailles. If anything she was more worried about Wendy, Catalina was a strong soul, she was capable and lord knows how many times she had help Ari plus she had her siblings, and so was Amber and Jo and even Charlotte. She had blame Charlotte that’s for sure, coming to realization that Arabella was probably the cause, she didn’t wanted to think of it and poor Charlotte who didn’t deserve it was at the end of her sharp tongue. She had apologized however, and that was good because who knows how long it’d be when they see each other again and having that cold wall between them wasn’t something Arabella wanted.
Amber’s was another plunge in the heart and a surprised. Arabella was so sure she had tried to get help, Arabella was willing to help, but the duchess’s power was too strong. Amber reminded her of Wendy many times, they both said they were fine, but she knew better. They were basically taking the same steps and was destroyed. Nothing was found, but they made a tombstone either way next to her fallen twins. Elliot was the worst of them both when he found out about Amber; they had previously had a conversation and whatever happen during that made him guilty. It reminded her of the first time she found him after Natalie’s death.
She had one rose left and stopped to look at Elliot who was kneeling down at his sister’s grave, they had come here together, but she left him alone for a while and made her round about the graveyard just to give him privacy: today was her year of being dead. He looked so defenseless and small, it always surprises her how one second he’s broken and the other he’s strong, even stronger than her around others, but Arabella knew better. She made her way towards him and knelt beside him; she placed the last rose on Natalie’s tomb and wrapped her arms around Elliot’s shoulder.
Arabella check every little thing in her room, making sure everything that was hers with the acceptation of Izabela’s letter which she took was in her bags and ready to go. She placed Julian’s letter, Izabela’s letter and Kaya’s older letter in Nicholas old notebook and shoved it down her purse, these where little things she treasured, for some reason she just needed them to remind her of things, to remind her of Versailles even though that was going to be marked in her skin forever, but also to remind her to keep fighting. Arabella had taken the locket She had given Wendy for her birthday, she reconsidered burying Wendy with it, but for some reason she couldn’t part with it. The picture of ben was there, and Sullivan, but she added a small picture of wendy which whenever she decided to open it had to be careful or it would have fallen out. She had found a little chain to place it since she couldn’t fine the original chain and placed it around her neck.
For a second she stared at the locket through the mirror, and just kept staring at it and at the realization that she would never step into this room again. She had said goodbye to everyone who left and was still put before she finished her packing and they were painful, she knew she was going to see them again, but it was still painful to know that you will be away from the only people who would truly understand why Versailles was the hell. Another hell was telling Catalina, Dante and Miguel that Julian left with Carmina, Mina of all people, if she could kill anyone in the world it would be Mina, then the murderer, the Nicholas… That bitch was just a fucking fake ass of a countess or duchess or whatever the fuck she was, she was basically the devil’s helper because Versailles killer was the devil.
From the mirror she spotted Elliot knocking on the door, “Ready?” she smiled and nodded grabbing her purse as the last bag was taken down by the servant. He took her hand in his and she smiled. Was it bad to think that maybe just maybe, she would have that happy ending? Even though she had lost so many and they have all been through so much, but it doesn’t matter how many times you fall, just how many times we get ourselves up and Versailles basically helped everybody forced ourselves up. But everything was okay, for now everything was peaceful. They got into the cab and drove away to the mysterious place where they spent 3 years together and in complete harmony.
Over the next few years, Marriages and Coronation parties was all around. The third time Arabella went to Scotland was for Anastasia’s coronation, the first time was when together they created the Little Hearts foundation that Anastasia pin, and she couldn’t help but cry because it was incredible how people helped the cause. The countries, they were getting better, they were growing, the wars diminishing and life was beginning to feel peaceful again when the story of Versailles hit. No one knows who revealed it, but years everyone wanted a scoop that no royal was willing to give. The funny thing is, people were broken into two sides: “If it wasn’t for them suffering all that, then this country wouldn’t have gotten to get better” and” oh my, that shouldn’t have happened to them”; Arabella thought both parties were correct, but no way was she giving a statement of those years. One day Versailles was burned down.
When Elliot proposed, Arabella was honestly surprised, she wasn’t expecting it, then again everything now a days she wasn’t expecting, not even when she found out she was pregnant, but that’s years later. The wedding was in Switzerland, but the biggest surprised was what they found on a wine bottle. It made them quite sad, but happy and mad, but mostly happy. A couple of more years later, Elliot’s father decided to step down which meant one thing: Elliot was to be King. It worried her a lot, Elliot was fine of course, he recovered a long time ago. She was worried no one wanted her, even during the wedding she was freaking out, people where even bring up old tabloids where she was in from partying a long time ago, but Elliot was always there. She never planned to be Queen because she didn’t particularly know how, she wasn’t Anastasia, or Annabel for that matter, even Izabela. She still has nightmares when she sleeps alone, Elliot was always there though, he knew’d her so well that it scared her at times.
“Are you ready to be Queen?” he asked the night before his coronation.
“No” she said gripping her necklace like she grew custom to whenever she was nervous, it contained Wendy’s locket and a little amulet that every Buchanan now had wrapped around her Necks reminding them of the other and to stay strong, however there was one thing she was sure of, “But I’m ready to be your queen”
30 years after Versailles and everything was in peace, Royals get along, the countries are in harmony even Stefan. Parties and reunions weren’t as cheesy or not fun anymore, and everyone was in their way normal, and okay. At Least Versailles can be appreciated for one thing: bringing us all together.
I had my doubts.
*fake gasps* Shame on you
Good. [ A slight smile tugs at his lips and he chuckles in relief; his lips never leaving hers. ] You scared me there for a second.
Did you really after all this think i wouldn’t *smiles*