I had argued that a huge wedding reception wasn't necessary, that a small dinner would be much more appropriate, given the multitude of deaths due to the rebel attack merely weeks before. However, Maxon insisted that a huge party was precisely what the entire population needed, including us. Throughout the night, all I heard was praise from the guest that our wedding would be remembered for years to come. But none of that mattered to me. All I cared about was that Maxon was mine, and I was Maxon's, officially and forever.
As I danced with the Italians, I felt a pair of strong arms wrap around my waist. "It's time to go." A deep, familiar voice whispered into my ear. I turned around to pull myself closer into Maxon, my husband.
"Already," I pouted, "but I'm having too much fun here." My words slurred slightly, and I blamed the Italians for their bad influences.
"I know," he said, pulling me aside, "but where we're going, we'll be having a different kind of fun." He smirked, and I could feel the butterflies in my stomach start to flutter all at once.
"Should we say goodbye to everyone first, or just sneak out?" I still wasn't sure what the proper procedure for this kind of event was, but thankfully Maxon had been to hundreds.
"Well, I don't think anyone would blame us if we made our exit quietly, since we've managed to speak to everyone, do you?" I shook my head, and he grabbed my hand to discreetly pull me towards the exit.
As soon as we made our escape from the ballroom and into the main foyer, Maxon pulled me into him to kiss me. After a moment, I could feel his hands slide down to my hips to pull me even closer into him. I let out a small moan and tangled my hands into his hair. After what felt like forever, we heard someone clear his throat, clearly in embarrassment.
"Your Majesties," Adam bowed, which caused us to jump abruptly apart.
"Yes, Adam?" I could see a light pink seep into Maxon's cheeks.
"The vehicle to take you to the airport is ready, when you are." Adam, Maxon's private secretary, was always professional.
Maxon nodded, "We'll be right there, thank you".
"As you wish, your Majesties." He gave a curt nod to both of us and made his way towards the grand entrance. Both Maxon and I looked at each other, barely containing our laughter.
"I guess we'll just have to get used to people barging in on us, won't we?" I sighed.
"It comes with the job, my dear." I rolled my eyes at the term of endearment he knew I despised.
"Come on," I grabbed his hand and pulled him towards the open doors where our limo was waiting for us, "let's get this honeymoon started."