Hope y'all had a nice holiday!

Here it is, the final story! really fluffy... I hope you guys like it :) I'll be posting chapters daily, (There will be 5)

Cover art: JessDeaton on DA

1.

Princess Sofia sat patiently in the sitting room while her sister rambled off every idea she had ever had for any wedding ever. Her mother sat next to her, smiling and nodding along. Cedric had happily handed over all wedding plans to her and her sister, and had then left to enjoy the peace and quiet of his workshop.

"These are all really good ideas, Amber." Her mother said as soon as Amber had stopped to take a breath.

"I know," she agreed happily.

"But, why don't we hear what Sofia has to say," her mother said gently.

"Of course, Sofia?" Amber finally sat down, hands clasped in her lap and eyes bright with excitement. Suddenly Sofia found that all eyes were on her.

"Oh, um. Stars seem like a good theme." She tried to think for a moment. "We can have a late wedding, it can take place in the observatory." Sofia smiled, it sounded like a romantic idea to her.

"Sounds good," Amber squealed. "What about food? And the cake? Oh! And your dress! We'll have to have something really special made."

"There sure seems like a lot of stuff to do," Sofia said. She laughed nervously.

"Don't worry, Sofia. That's why I sent Zander back to Tangu alone, so I could help you with every little detail." Her sister beamed. Parties of any kind really were her obsession, Sofia thought.

"I believe I can also help, your majesty." Baileywick handed Sofia a clipboard with an extensive checklist on it. He had been standing back and taking notes as the women had talked.

"Thanks, Baileywick." Sofia said.

"Why don't you try to focus on one thing from the list at a time," Queen Miranda suggested. Sofia nodded, and looked at the list. The first thing was the guests. That created a problem that Sofia had been mulling over off and on for over a year now. Cedric's parents. They should be there, but after what his father had done Cedric didn't want anything to do with them. It had been a topic Cedric refused to discuss, but now she would have to try again.

"What's wrong?" Amber asked.

"The guest list," Sofia said quietly.

"Well, that's easy enough. You can start with the list from my wedding." Amber said.

"It's not easy," Sofia stood up. "I have to talk to Cedric. After that thing with his father he hasn't even wanted to talk about them, much less talk to them. But, I really feel like they should be at the wedding, shouldn't they?"

"It sounds like something you should definitely talk to him about." Her mother said.

"If I can get him to talk to me about it," now Sofia was pacing. "He'll probably tell me to just not invite them. He might even act like he doesn't care. But, I think he will care. Maybe not right away, but eventually."

"Well, we can move down to the next thing on the list," Amber offered.

"No, I should go talk to him." Sofia said. "Now," she added.

"But, we just got started." Amber pouted. Sofia sighed and looked at the next thing on the list. The wedding cake.

"That's easy," Sofia said. "I want a carrot cake." She thought of Clover, and his request.

"Carrot cake?" Amber asked, aghast. "Is that really what you want?"

"Yup," she said. "Now I'm going to go speak to Cedric about his parents, and then I'll come back and we can work on," she looked down at the list, "the dress."

"Fine, but only because we'll need Madame Collette to bring her fabrics and samples up." Amber said.

"Wish me luck," Sofia said to them both.

"Good luck, Sofia." Her mother said.

"Hurry back!" Amber called after her as she left.

Sofia's smile faded as she got closer to Cedric's tower. She remembered the last time she had tried to bring up his parents, and things were going so smoothly since the curse was broken she hated to destroy the peace. When she got to his door, she held her hand up to knock, but stopped herself. This man would be her husband soon, so she just walked right in.

This time she got to see him startle, drop a vial into the cauldron he had been working with, and then the following explosion. She covered her mouth, trying not to laugh at his annoyed expression and soot covered face.

"Hello Sofia," he said.

"You're so clumsy." She said, and then hid her smile behind the clipboard.

"I hope you aren't here to ask my opinion on napkin colors. Because I don't have one." He wiped his face off, and smoothed down his hair.

"No, I actually have something else to ask you."

"Oh?" he said, dumping the contents of the cauldron out and preparing to start over.

"It's about the guest list." She forced the words out, and winced when he grimaced.

"I don't want to talk about it." He had figured out what she was about to say.

"We have to talk about it," she said. "They're your parents."

"My father probably wouldn't come even if I asked him to," he said. "And it would only cause my parents to fight." He shrugged his shoulders. "We can just send them an announcement after it's over and done with."

"You can't mean that." Sofia said, frowning. She knew how close he had always been with his mother.

"I do mean it. My father criticizes everything I do. The last thing I want is to have him looming over my shoulder and telling me that I'm saying the vows wrong." He stopped what he was doing, and sat down on his chair, hand raking through his hair. "And he didn't even talk to me after he saw us together that day. He could have asked me what was going on. But no, he had to go and assume the worst. Not that I actually love you, but that it was all some elaborate ploy to get your amulet." He laughed coldly, "Which is probably what he will think about this whole wedding. He'll just assume I'm trying to trick you again."

"If we could just talk to him, make him understand?" Sofia tried, but Cedric shook his head.

"I don't need to talk to him, it's not like he's reaching out to me, either." He turned back to his work, but then said quietly, "Perhaps, we could send my mum an invitation." He moved some beakers and bowls around on his workbench, "or something." His voice was so melancholy that Sofia had to rush to comfort him. He faced away from her so she wrapped her arms around him and rested her head on his shoulder. She didn't say anything else, but had already decided what she was going to do. If Cedric wouldn't go talk to Mr. Goodwin, then she would go pay him a visit herself. If anyone could convince the old sorcerer to set aside his grumpiness, it was Sofia. She just couldn't tell Cedric, yet.