Peach, in a fluffy wintery dress, and Bowsette, wearing an inconspicuous forest green turtleneck sweater that was too small for her and showed off her body even more than her normal outfit already did, stood holding hands in the central area of Shiver City. It was the same spot where they had met the Duplighosts yesterday, and of course had that nearly-deadly encounter with King Mallow as well.
Probably not one hundred percent safe for the two of them to be standing out here like this. Every time Bowsette spotted a Shy Guy in her peripheral vision, her mind instinctively tensed up. She swore she wasn’t racist. She swore. But after all those attacks on their group by Shy Guys and Snifits and Bandits, she was pretty certain that they had been hired by someone, probably some sort of Shy Guy gangster, to take care of them.
Peach rest her head on Bowsette’s shoulder, apparently a little cold and trying to take in Bowsette’s incredibly body warmth. As half of a fire-breathing dragon-lizard-turtle-thing, she could certainly boast that she was one of the warmest ladies around. Being high temperature in winter was akin to being the ultimate chick magnet. Excellent Pro Tip for the ladies and gentlemen that want to recruit females into their romantic fold.
However, it didn’t actually seem that the Crystal King’s emissaries were coming. He was known for his deliberations, so this did not come as too much of a surprise to her.
“I think we should call it a day on the Crystal Palace,” said Bowsette.
“Really? You don’t like being out here in the snow? Miss Warm Pants?”
“Your teasing is ineffective on the Great Lordess Bowsette, Melter of Ice, Enemy of Low Temperatures,” she said. “It takes a whole lot more than this for me to feel cold.”
“Loser.”
“Rude.”
But, it did appear that their standing out here was going to be fruitless. With Peach’s hand still in her grip, she took them both away from this area and towards--you guess it, the jewelry store.
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With nothing left to fill the rest of their day, they looked for a couple hours at what the best type of ring would be, and in the end chose a set with two small pearls with a band made from Metal Shoom Steel. It was hardly the most expensive set in the store, but seeing as both of them could afford literally everything there, they only looked for what looked nice and what was going to endure the inevitable battles that the two were going to be soon plunged into.
No need for a box or anything; they wore the rings out of the store.
“I’m having heart palpitations, I’m so excited,” Peach said. “Is this what marriage is supposed to feel like?”
“Well, we’re not there yet.”
That would be moments later, when they entered the Shiver City Municipal Courthouse. The Bumpty clerk, shocked by the sudden appearance of Princess Peach of House Toadstool, was more than happy to guide them through the paperwork and steps necessary to file the marriage license. Bowsette decided that since her legal name was apparently King Bowser Koopa the Fifth, Ruler of Dark Land and Supreme Leader of the Final Order of the Koopa Troop, she was going to take this opportunity to change her name and picked the very tidy Bowsette Toadstool. Very nice.
The forms were complete. Peach signed her name, and then Bowsette hers.
There it was.
“There it is,” Bowsette said. “We’re married.”
The clerk butted in and added, “Technically, for processing it will take up to five business--”
Peach grabbed Bowsette and pulled her into her, smooching her on the lips with the absolute fiercest attack.
“Bowsette!!! We’re married!!!!”
Peach literally jumped up in the air. Bowestte had never seen her this giddy,t his exuberant, never in her life. It got through to her as well, and she began jumping up and down as well. “Wow!!!” she exclaimed.
They kissed again, and the clerk started to look away as if it was kind of embarrassing to look at. Ah, screw her.
Bowsette hoisted Peach off her feet and carried her out of the courthouse. She sprouted wings and the two flew around in the sky. It was very cold up here, but with Bowsette’s fire breath, she kept the two of them warm.
“I love you,” Peach said.
“I love you too,” Bowsette said.
They eventually came back to the ground and headed back to the hotel to consummate their marriage for the next twelve or maybe eighteen hours. But yeah, there they were. The Toadstools were wife and wife. And nothing could stop that. Well, except for the impending war brewing in Dark Land and the breaking apart of the Mushroom Kingdom. But that wasn’t important right now. That could wait until tomorrow.