20__Wedding bells for all!

“I’m sorry for waking you so late, my King. They suddenly appeared and requested to see the King of Onyx, I had no choice. They were making a fuss at the gates. Little brats!” Demetrius muttered as he walked.

Charming blinked as he was led hurriedly through the corridors. This wasn’t right. He had fallen asleep after talking with Kamilla and when this young chap burst into the chambers to wake him up, Kamilla wasn’t there. Kamilla wasn’t there, but Charming still was.
He stared in confusion at his hands as he walked. Why hadn’t Viktor woken up? What was going on? Charming slowed to a stop, frowning in thought. Viktor should have woken up.

Demetrius walked on a bit more, quickly stopping when he realized his King was no longer behind him. He glanced back in confusion. “They’re in your meeting room, Viktor.” He pointed to the left. “Let’s go.”

“Ah. Yes… of course,” said Charming. Damn and blast. He’d have to carry out Viktor’s duties in his stead. He glanced down at his attire. Well, at least he’d had the chance to dress like a king. It wouldn’t do Viktor any good to look like a sleep-deprived barbarian before his subjects.

They reached a pair of black and gold doors and Demetrius took hold of the handles and opened the doors wide.
Charming walked in slowly, looking cautiously about him. The room was empty save for two people who stood at his entrance. Well, two Vampires.
Charming looked at them. A man and a woman. Young and beautiful.
They bowed as he approached them.

“Viktor, King of Onyx,” said the man. “Forgive us for knocking on your doors so late at night. The situation is urgent.”
Charming stared at them for a moment. Oh! That was right, he had to make some sort of King-like response, didn’t he? That was easy, right?

He lifted his chin. “My wise and faithful subject,” announced Charming. “Fear not! I shan’t take off your heads for this treason!”
The man and woman blinked in unison. Demetrius leaned over to take a look at his King’s face.

“Uh… Viktor?” he called quietly. Charming turned his head a millimeter towards him. "Are you perhaps still very sleepy?” asked Demetrius.

Charming shook his head. “I have all my wits about me, my good man. Worry not.” Demetrius blinked, but his King was too preoccupied to notice. Charming waved an arm at the couple. “Now then, what can I do for you this late night?”
The couple glanced at each other, the woman shyly inching towards the man.
“The two of us, my King,” said the man. “We want to get married!”
Charming nodded, waiting for the man to continue, but he said nothing more. Charming held his arms behind his back. “Go on. I’m listening.”

The young man blinked. “Uhm… that’s it.”
It was Charming’s turn to blink. “Oh. Okay, then. Well. Congratulations on your marriage!”

When both the man and woman’s eyes widened, Charming figured he might be missing something.
Damn. Was there something special about Vampire weddings? Did they perhaps not use Vicars? Was that it? They wanted Viktor to be their Vicar and bless the wedding? How delightful!
“Oh, I see!” said Charming with a laugh. The couple looked at each other and nodded.
“Yes, my King. That’s the probl—”
“Of course I’ll bless your wedding!” announced Charming.
“What?!” asked Demetrius.

The couple looked too stunned to say anything at all. Charming glanced at Demetrius in question. “What is it? Were you looking to be their Vicar then? I’m afraid you’ll have to put aside those dreams, my good man. They’ve asked me specifically to grant them the honor and as you know, I am a good King who cannot say no to the wishes of my people.”

Charming smiled, pleased with himself. Oh, Viktor would be so delighted when he woke up and discovered how wonderfully Charming had carried out his duties!

The doors burst open and Kamilla came tumbling in, her searching eyes scanning the room until they landed on Charming. He raised a hand and waved with a smile.

Oh, no. He hadn’t turned back! She gasped and pointed at him. “Cha—!” Biting back the rest of the word, she glanced at the others who were looking at her in wonder. Kamilla wasn’t surprised. It was the middle of the night, she wasn’t looking spik’n’ span.
She cleared her throat and slowly walked in what she hoped was a classy, royal manner. Upon reaching Charming’s side, she curled her hand into his arm.
“Uhm… Viktor, where’d you disappear to?”

Charming smiled down at her. “I was sought out to take care of a rather urgent situation, you see. These two,” he indicated the couple who still looked paler than ghosts. “They want to get married, and they’d like me to bless the union. Isn’t that delightful?!”

Kamilla bit her lip to stop from crying. How?! How had Charming managed to get all the way here?! The cheerfulness was emanating from him in sparkly little rainbow bubbles, for crying out loud!
She glanced at Demetrius who was currently looking more confused than a nun in a BDSM club. She had to get Charming out of here.

“My King,” said Demetrius quietly. “Are you not feeling well? Should I make you something to eat?”

Charming raised a hand. “None of that! There’s no time for such! This young couple is eager to tie the knot.” He turned to the couple who were now looking at him like he was their hero. “You have my word that I will personally see to your wedding, my dears.”

“Really?” asked the man eagerly. “Oh, thank you, my King! Thank you so much!”
“We’re so grateful!” said the woman. “You’re definitely the best King a Kingdom ever had.”

Kamilla gaped at them. They had tears shining in their eyes! Who got so happy about being shackled together for life? It made no sense to her.
Anyway, she had things to do.
The couple bowed to Charming over and over, while he waved them off like a true king. When they’d left, Demetrius shuffled forward, his eyes filled with worry.
“Viktor, what is going on?” he asked.
Charming glanced at him. “I’m playing Cupid,” he said with a smile. Kamilla nearly face-palmed. Demetrius’s jaw nearly touched the ground.
Squaring his shoulders, Charming walked over to the open doors. “I’ll be in my chambers!” he called as he walked off.

Kamilla gulped. Damage control. She had to do damage control. Crap, if only she could erase Demetrius’s memory!
She turned to him, but he was quicker.

“You just let him do that?!” he demanded.
Kamilla blinked. “Uh… what? Uhm… yeah. About that, forget about it. He, uhm… he has a fever, so—”
“Is that the excuse my King’s going to give to the Elders? That he had a fever?! That marriage could cause a war!”
Kamilla went still. “What?”
Demetrius sighed heavily in frustration, running a hand through his curly hair. “Kamilla. Viktor just gave his word on an inter-kingdom marriage!”
The words flew right over her head. “What do you mean?”

“I mean that that girl isn’t from Onyx! And she’s not just from any Kingdom, she’s from Cassius! We’ve had three-hundred wars in the past, and two-hundred of them were with the Kingdom of Cassius! That’s why they came here so late to speak to Viktor! It was probably they’re last resort before running off together. I don’t understand… I don’t get why he’d do that. Does he really have a fever?”

Kamilla didn’t answer. She was too busy staring at the floor.

One minute. She'd left him alone for one damn minute and Charming went and made a deal that would fuck Viktor over.
Great.