Okay imagine it’s the night before the final battle. Everyone knows this is their last stand, the last fight between the Black Swan and the Neverseen.
Sophie can’t sleep. She knows she could die tomorrow. Worse than that, she knows she could lose everyone she ever loved along with failing her people.
She’s almost certain she’ll spend the entire night imagining all the ways she could fail. Until she hears someone at her door. It’s Biana. She’ll wonder over to Sophie’s bed, plot down and giggle about “doing something stupid.” Biana says she needs Sophie “downstairs in 30 minutes” and to “wear something nice.”
Sophie almost protests, knowing that it’s important for her soldiers to rest before their final stand. But she sees the desperation in Biana’s eyes. So she gets up and puts on a simple dress. Barely elegant in human standards.
When she heads downstairs, it’s not Biana who greets her but Dex. He’s in a nice jerkin, hair slicked back in the way Biana taught him, and face bright red.
Finally someone lets Sophie in on what the ‘stupid plan’ is: they’re going to get married.
Sophie doesn’t even protest. Even though they’re young and could die tomorrow. This is the first time in weeks she’s seen Dex smile so hard his dimples are on display.
They head to a secluded area in the Black Swan’s latest base. It’s almost pretty enough to pretend that this was always the plan, instead of a desperate ploy to spend eternity with someone you love.
The dress Biana wears is simple, far too basic for her usual style. Still her scars are on display and she is absolutely glowing.
She giggles like an innocent school girl in love for the first time when she spots Dex.
Sophie is the only one there. Both of them consider her family. She was the reason the met, only fitting she attends the wedding. (Other than Woltzer who happens to be the only person they know who is ordained. He rolls his eyes through every line and mushy confession.)
Overall, it’s a quiet and beautiful ceremony. In the morning they’ll pretend nothing happened. Biana wears the ring (because Dex did have time to make something simple. Not enough time to make himself one.) on a chain around her neck. They’ll say their somber goodbyes and head into battle. Mr and Mrs Dizznee.
Maybe on of them will die. The other becoming a widow before the honeymoon. Having to explain everything that happened, having to eventually move on.
Or they survive. Tell their families as the rubble clears and soldiers heal. Any matchmaking scandal feels like nothing compared to the relief of being together.
Of course they’ll have another wedding later. Something extravagant to share with family. Biana will design her own wedding dress, Dex will perfect the rings. Once again, Sophie is front and center. They argue over if she’s the maid of honor or best man. Somehow she ends up being both.
