Disclaimer: Aye, this belongs to Mr. Bruickheimer and the mouse. I wrote this quite some time have been many oneshots devoted to this moment with good reason. This is merely my take on it.

Morning Gloom

Her hair was no longer perfectly curled, water and mud pulled at the hem of her dress, the music had long ceased, sheets of music were plastered wet against their stands, the tea cups sat serving rainwater to nonexistent guests. None of that mattered now that she had the knowledge that he still held her in his heart.

The bouquet of flowers fell to the ground as did her foolish thoughts. Her eyes still holding Will's gaze she scolded herself for allowing doubt.A faint smile crossed her lips as if she could not abandon her morose thoughts so suddenly, but had to have them slip away bit by bit.

If only her groom was not in chains. If only these soldiers were not did not help, they merely lead to more-more questions, more confusion . Who was that gold waistcoated man? What right did he have to storm in and arrest Will-on THEIR wedding day?

Elizabeth smiled a bit was in chains and yet spoke of how beautiful he thought she looked in a ruined dress and teary eyes. Love truly must be blind. "I think it's bad luck for the groom to see the bride before the wedding."

I think it's bad luck for the groom to see the bride before the wedding... Had it-was it- truly before the wedding? There hadn't been one. Now it was looking less likely that there would be. Not today. She had so wanted it to be today. She had been so close.

Now for reasons she did not know those soldiers, that man standing there in his gold waistcoat, the manacles around her would-be groom's wrists, the weather-perhaps even fate- were ripping, wrenching it all away.