Greece X Reader: Tell Me a Fairytale

    Something beautiful; a sight to behold with the day as warm as Spring despite February's clawing spite to bring a chilly breeze across the flora and speckled sky of ivory clouds. The sun's glorious rays giving the skin of Heracles Karpusi a radiant tan as he stood beneath cascading tiers of glittered organza that veiled the altar with the illusion of pearly dreams raining down upon the tranquil, proud face of Heracles as he stood at full attention, tall and muscled, for his lovely, fragile lady.
    The drapery of dreams was an illusion of lies; it would be no dream, it would be more real than anything so wondrous. More heartfelt than Heracles, usually so serene and stoic, had ever felt. He'd felt the sense of love loom over his heart. He'd even felt as much as the urge to gift his lovely prize the world on a silver platter, encrusted with the finest gems he could offer. The most exotic gifts he could afford, and the extras he could not! He, however, had seldom felt the pit of his stomach drop in the flutter of once-gentle nervousness. A guise of smoothness crossed his face, while it felt as if insects crawled within his belly as his stomach did flips of exhaustion and shyness.
    Would she not forgive him for being such a coward-for he'd never been so unable to calm his aching nerves as he stood with hands folded at the side of the men he chose as closest, loyal friends to be there through his time of engagement.
    And he swallowed hard at the feeling of what his reward for faithfulness would be like. Dressed in ivory, adorned in glittering diamonds with a sash of pure silk or satin that would shape the waist of her elegant form as she would sway gentle hips down the floral aisle of roses and violets that were fresh with morning and dew and droplets of their watered state. Hair in curls of (Hair Colour) with a gorgeous veil to conceal, not the beauty of the liner or shadow of her eyes, but the beauty of such a gorgeous face itself as he had fallen for it on first sight. Would she be wearing the circlet upon her forehead he had presented her after much searching-the one made of pristine silver that gleamed under the light and tenderness of his palm as he cradled and cherished its form as much as he would his bride. The stones of (Birthstone) would suit her love perfectly, her very personality being reflected in the shining surface of the gem he would seen glimpse upon her forehead beneath the layers of the white veil he longed to lift from the starry eyes of his lover.
    Such brilliant eyes, so beautiful, that, as he stood with impatience, he was certain he could still see them in the blooms of the roses ahead of his path.
    The truth was, Heracles did fantasize about a day so wonderful, but it was not something he could expect so urgently from a lovely young lady still living out her ambitions. There was no way he could court her into marriage so soon if his conscience had anything to say about it!
    And she would cuddle his taut muscle, smiling and beaming at their reflection in mirrors, if there would be no mirror, then she would look up at him, and smile nonetheless wide. She viewed her ideal man with wide, childish eyes that she never thought could be so awed by a man's figure until beholding Heracles. She saw, in those reflections or upon his face, the life they carried together. The heartfelt moments to share like the day they had only just dated by candlelight, the flickering flame casting shadows for play, and a dinner for two that consisted of the most dazzling desserts and wondrous scents of delectable dishes she would savour that very night.
    Even if the young lady could not say she and Heracles had been together very long, she could say how in love they were with every narrow glance into the reflective surfaces. (Name) witnessed his creativity, spectated his masculinity as he proved to be strong enough to carry her, to kiss and hold her with such passion that a beach of crystalline, white sand had failed to set any larger of an impression on their everlasting, romantic mood as she was easily like a doll in Heracles's capable hands that would hold her tight in an embrace that would set her heart and soul aflame.
     Intense flares of pink stained the sky, casting glows across a sea she could only admire for its vivid colours, while the sea had to envy her for the things she could have and hold as well. A stirred about reflection was seen on slick sand that she had ceased to dart across only to catch the adorable sight of the caressing touch of brazen skin across her waist that was sculpted nicely against his firm body in a tight hug from behind. (Name) no longer saw a love so minor, in fact, she saw a soulmate, and refused to allow him to escape from a crushing hug that he fought to dominate with small chuckles and tiny kisses along her fragile jawline.
    So, it was only natural then, to witness in his most intimate of dreams the beauty, the flawlessness of a bride so lovely that the guests stood not only in honour and respect, but in utter awe from the stunning face they saw with bewildered eyes. How could she be so innocent, so aloof with an honest heart-she was to be a wild creature with looks so marvelous! She stood large to the world around her, the aisle silenced all but a few stray breezes that ruffled a silk chiffon gown of glittering gemstones that appeared much like the sheen of the sea that eve. The circlet around her forehead was visible beneath delicate curls of (Hair Colour), and the trembling, shy hands of his bride clasped over the stems of multiple, red roses as she shied away from revealing a smile as brilliant as pearls.
    It wasn't until he could caress her-touch against tender skin that was as smooth as cream, that he placed a kiss upon her lips with a gentle smile of true pride. He would have her as soon as he could with the guests awing in sweetness over the ideal love they knew they were about to witness.
    "Heracles, dear, that looks beautiful." (Name) whispered over his shoulder as she loomed over a book bound in blue leather with a soft grin. Skilled illustrations of gowns, roses, a veil of organza drawn neatly with tiers of gems, and an aisle were all expertly sketched upon the paper he protected with an arm and a quiet pat on her side. "The ring is still perfect." She added, glancing to her left hand where the engagement ring sat nicely and still shimmering with the diamond still throwing her into a dizzy spell.
    "So is our love."