confessorlove: (LotS | R/K | Wedding)
[personal profile] confessorlove
Title: Wrong in All the Right Ways
Author:
[livejournal.com profile] confessorlove 
Pairings: Emo!Kahlan/Richard and HBIC!Kahlan/Darken Rahl
Rating: PG-16
Summary: What happens when Zedd fails to reunite the two halves of Kahlan and HBIC!Kahlan makes an alliance with Darken Rahl?
Author's Notes: For the purpose of this fic, the episode 'Torn' takes place IMMEDIATELY FOLLOWING the episode 'Extinction', however Renn isn't there to tell Richard what was in Darken's mind.  This fic follows canon up until 'Extinction' with the exception that 'Torn' is no longer episode eleven. I owe a LOT of inspiration for this fic to
[livejournal.com profile] confessorlove  who helped me with plot points and was encouraging me to write. 
Disclaimer: I don't own them. I just like to make them do my bidding.


 

It took them nearly a month to return to Aydindril, their progress slowed when Richard’s half of Kahlan announced she was with child and spent the majority of every morning emptying her stomach behind a tree.  Both Richard and Kahlan had been anxious to arrive in Aydindril but the impending arrival of their child made it even more pressing.  Richard wanted to marry her as soon as possible.  He wouldn’t stand for someone questioning their child’s legitimacy.

He had been planning to ask her once they arrived in Aydindril but as soon as she told him the exciting news he had to ask her to be his.  Even if she wasn’t exactly the woman he fell in love with, he did love her all the same.  They were building a life together and nothing would stop them from being happy like they deserved.

In their first few days back in Aydindril, the Mother Confessor resumed her duties whist her other half planned for her wedding.  Darken knew that right now he had no chance of his brother letting him have control of D’Hara so he just sat back and watched patiently, sure that Richard would eventually require his help to rule.  If he didn’t he could always reclaim the throne later but for now, earning Richard’s trust was the most important.  He could bide his time and wait for the perfect opportunity.

Darken was waiting her outside the Council chambers while she listened to complaints of the people for most of the afternoon.  He knew she wouldn’t be happy when the meeting finally ended.  When the large wooden doors opened she was the first one through them.  Darken was leaning casually against the wall as if he belonged there, smirking at her as he saw her approach.  “Have fun, Mother Confessor?”

She hated him in that moment.  Listening to the drawling complaints of both the Council and the people had her on edge.  She needed to relax.  What gave him the right to act so happy?  “Of course not.” She snapped at him.  “Does it look like I had fun?”

“No,” he said grasping her arm and maneuvering her around a corner, “it looks like you need to relax.  I can help you with that.”  He smirked wickedly and she had to stop herself from showing him weakness.  He knows just how to press her buttons.

Backing him towards the wall she trailed her finger down his jaw and leaned into his space.  “Oh really?  You know how to relax me?” She took his lower lip between her teeth and bit down before purring seductively, “Then show me.”

Darken wasted no time capturing her lips in a searing kiss, spinning them and pressing her back against the while as he devoured her mouth.  His hands were greedily roaming over her hips as he silently cursed the soft fabric of her dress for keeping his hands off her skin.  He wanted to touch her anywhere and everywhere.  He was greedy for her.

He took his time devouring her neck, pressing her harder against the wall until she was in his arms, legs wrapped around his waist.  Cradling her against him he swiftly carried her back to her chambers.  No one was going to stop him from finally being with her if he could help it.  He had waited far too long to make her his.  All the frustration of the times they were interrupted whilst on their quest finally catching up with them.  They finally had their chance to be one.

XXX

The people of Aydindril couldn’t understand all the new changes that were going into effect.  Their beloved Mother Confessor was turning their home into something they no longer recognized.  Long gone were the days of hands being chopped off for petty crimes but now time seemed to be sending them backwards.  They didn’t like it and were very uneasy.  Not the least of their problems was the Mother Confessor’s alliance with Darken Rahl and D’Hara.  After all that happened during the war, all the people that Rahl had killed, they couldn’t understand why she was even allowing him to live.  They felt he should have been hung right away for his crimes but instead he was always on the Mother Confessor’s right hand and there was even a rumor that she had taken him as her mate.  It made the people sick to think that the next in the line of Confessors could be fathered by that power hungry tyrant.  Something needed to change.

XXX

The ceremony was going to be small and intimate.  Neither of them wanted anything big.  Richard knew that Kahlan wanted to get married then leave, maybe got to Westland with him but that wasn’t happening.  He couldn’t leave knowing that Rahl and the Mother Confessor were ruling the Midlands together.  It just didn’t sit right with him.  He didn’t trust them.

Zedd was helping Richard get ready for the wedding, anxiously watching his grandson pace before the full length mirror.  He obviously had a lot more on his mind than the wedding to Kahlan.  “What is it Richard?”

Richard clasped his hands behind his back as he turned towards his grandfather.  His face serious, so unlike how it should be just hours before his wedding.  “Rahl and the Mother Confessor, I don’t trust them.  I’m sure they are up to something.  Kahlan wants us to go to Westland after the wedding but I can’t.  I can’t leave them to rule here unchecked.  I have to keep an eye on them.”

Zedd nodded; pleased that his grandson was willing to put the safety of the people above Kahlan’s happiness, knowing how displeased she will be by this choice.  “You are doing the right thing.”

“I know.  I just wish I could figure them out,” he said with a sigh.  “Rahl hasn’t even mentioned returning to D’Hara.  I feel like I need to do something before he loses interest in this alliance with the Mother Confessor.”  Sitting on the edge of the bed, Richard rubbed his temples trying to stave off the beginnings of a headache.  That was the last thing he needed right now.

Taking a seat next to him, Zedd placed a reassuring hand on Richard’s shoulder.  “You are thinking of claiming the throne?”

“I might have to but I can’t risk leaving Aydindril right now.  Those two are far too unpredictable.  I wonder…could you and Cara go to D’Hara in my stead?  Act in my place if I gave you the authority?”

He couldn’t believe what he was hearing but at the same time he was proud of Richard for thinking of it.  Scratching his chin for a moment Zedd finally smiled and nodded.   “I believe so but don’t you need Cara and I here with you?”

Shaking his head, Richard got up and began pacing once more.  “No I can handle things here.  I need you to handle things in D’Hara for me.”

“Alright, Richard. When do you want us to leave?”

“Tomorrow morning.  I want you both here for the wedding tonight but you have to get there as soon as possible.”

Zedd nodded, he was proud of his grandson for taking charge of the situation.  “Kahlan won’t be happy with this.”

“I know,” he said with a sigh.  “I can’t help it though.  Nothing is more important than her and the baby but right now I have to make sure that the Midlands is safe.  I don’t have a choice.”

Clapping Richard on the shoulder, Zedd smiled at the younger man.  He couldn’t have been happier with the man his grandson was becoming.  All those years ago when he took Richard to Westland he never could have imagined that this was the person that tiny baby would someday grow into.  “I’m proud of you, Richard.” 

Richard smiled as he glanced out the window and at the setting sun.  It was time.  He was finally about to marry the woman who held his heart.  The two of them quickly made their way to the garden in which the ceremony was to be held.  Richard stood beneath the flowering cherry tree as night fell all around him, stars dotting the sky like diamonds.

The soft music started and he turned, his eyes coming to rest on the most beautiful woman he had ever seen.  The sight of Kahlan coming towards him, her sleeveless dress showing ample amounts of the skin he longed to pepper with kisses.  The moment he saw her he released the breath he hadn’t realized he was holding.  He didn’t think he would be this nervous but he was.

Before he knew it she was next to him.  He took her hands in his, completely mesmerized by her smile.  She was so happy.  “I love you,” he mouthed, his thumb brushing over the back of her hand.  She smiled, squeezing his hand and mouthing the words back as Zedd began performing the ceremony under his authority as First Wizard.

It seemed like the ceremony lasted forever.  Finally they were able to recite their vows to each other.  The world seemed to stop as they stared into each other’s eyes. There was only the two of them.  Nothing else in the world mattered in that moment. 

He barely heard Zedd pronounce them as husband and wife, he was too busy focusing on her.  The smile lighting up her face was infectious.  He couldn’t help but smile as he pulled her into his arms and captured her lips with his, sealing the vows they had just made.  They were together forever and now it was official.

Cara and Zedd applauded the newly married couple as they walked arm in arm back towards the palace and the small reception waiting for them.  Zedd knew he and Cara were going to have a long journey starting in the morning but that wouldn’t keep him from enjoying his grandson’s wedding and all the free food that came with it.

Kahlan couldn’t believe they were finally married.  She had dreamed of this day for so long.  It still seemed like a fairytale.  It was the most wonderful day of her life.  She was sure the day she realized she was carrying his child was the only other day she had ever been this happy.

Darken and the Mother Confessor watched as Richard and Kahlan disappeared into the reception hall.  It was strange watching the woman who was her in nearly every sense of the word wed that man.  It was like she was watching the dream she had so long ago, sometime before when she still cared for him.

XXX

Richard peppered her neck with kisses as the sunlight streamed in through the sheer curtains.  Pulling her back against his chest his hand came to rest on her bare belly where their daughter was beginning to grow.  Kahlan wasn’t showing yet but he had no doubt she would be soon given the amount of time it took to plan the wedding.

“Mmmm…Richard,” she moaned as his kisses slowly roused her from her dreams.  “We should get going.  We need to make it to Westland before I’m too heavy with child to travel.”

Immediately he ceased his movements, his fingertips no longer dancing along the flesh of her side.  “Didn’t I tell you?  We can’t go to Westland, Kahlan.  Not yet.  I have to stay and figure out what Rahl and the Mother Confessor are up to.  I don’t trust them and I have a duty as the Seeker to figure this out.”

She pulled away from him, turning over and propping herself up on her elbow.  She wasn’t happy and it showed.  “You have a duty to me, Richard. I am your wife.”

“I know that,” he said with a sigh.  “Something just isn’t right with all of this.  Give me some time to figure it out then, I promise; we will go to Westland together.”

She couldn’t deny him.  She would do anything to make him happy and prove her love for him.  Reluctantly she nodded, laying back down and wiggling into his embrace once more.  “Okay Richard.  Take the time you need.”  Even if she was upset at him for choosing the Midlands over her and their child now wasn’t the time to argue.  Maybe some other time but not today, not on their first full day as man and wife; she didn’t want to start her marriage mad at him. 

“Thank you,” he whispered, placing a kiss to the top of her head and holding her close.  He never wanted to let her go now that she was his.  Even when she was upset he would fight for her.  It pained him to know she didn’t like his choice but he silently promised himself he would do his best to make it up to her.  He always made it up to her.

 

Profile

confessorlove: (Default)
confessorlove

October 2012

S M T W T F S
 123456
78910111213
14151617181920
21222324252627
28293031   

Style Credit

Expand Cut Tags

No cut tags
Page generated Sep. 20th, 2017 09:22 am
Powered by Dreamwidth Studios