Amelia stepped out of the boudoir. The ladies-in-waiting assisted her as they put on her wedding dress. She inhaled sharply as the lacy fabric of her dress came in contact with her skin. Amelia's mother stood sat on a chair while waiting for her daughter to get dressed.

"Thou look lovely, my daughter…" Hope said as Amelia smiled self-consciously. She fiddled with the skirt of her wedding dress as her mother-in-law went inside.

"Exquisite… Fit for a queen…" Isabel said as the butler went inside the room.

"Thy majesty, its time…"

Isabel got up and placed a tiara upon her soon-to-be daughter-in-law. The tiara was adorned with 5 big diamonds that were surrounded by golden vines, smaller studs also adorned the tiara. The veil was 18 meters long.

Amelia was in deep thought as they went down to the church. The Berasienne Palace was close to the church, a strategic location. Today was a big day: after their wedding, the coronation would proceed as Queen Isabel and King Vikram will step down from the throne to give way for their son: Ian.

Amelia fiddled her bouquet as she waited the grand double doors opened. Her father stood beside her. Her stylist fixed her veil, making sure that it covered her face. Knots stated forming in her stomach as the grand doors opened.

Amelia and her father walked down the aisle. Her groom was there, standing in the altar. When they reached the altar, Arthur removed the veil covering his daughter's face. Amelia hugged her father, as he gave her hand to Ian.

"Take care of my daughter, Thy majesty…" he said as he sat down with his wife.

The royal couple faced the altar.

"Do you, Prince Ian Victor Lucas Kabra: Crown Prince of Berasienne, take, Amelia Hope Elizabeth Cahill, to be your lawfully wedded queen?"

"I do." He said seriously.

"Do you, Amelia Hope Elizabeth Cahill, take, Prince Ian Victor Lucas Kabra: Crown Prince of Berasienne , to be your lawfully wedded king?"

"I do…" There was a hitch in her breath.

Ian recited his vows.

"Thou fear that all my vow

To love no one but thee

May pass;

Or that the sunshine

I had pledged to keep for thee

May fade with falling rain

That ere the sight of thee is gone,

Thy kiss should freeze

Upon my lips

But most of all-"

Ian slipped the ring on Amelia's finger

"Thy might fear that should forever come at last,

Then every joy must cease- We two must part…

Take heart, dear one, and be assured-

The day after forever, Shall find my vows renewed." Amy smiled as she slipped the ring on Ian's finger.

The archbishop turned to them,

"By the power invested by me, I pronounce you, king and queen… You may kiss the bride"

Ian caressed her cheek before leaning and kissed her. Green met amber as they pulled apart. Queen Isabel and King Vikram stood up and faced the newly married couple. Amelia and Ian sat down on the throne.

The Archbishop slipped the ring on Ian's finger and Vikram passed the scepter and orb to his son. Amelia's heart was racing as the coronation was unfolding in front of her. The king placed the crown upon his son as the Queen placed it on her daughter-in-law. The crown felt heavy on Amelia's head. The newly crowned king and queen stood up and walked outside the church's balcony.

Amelia could hear cheering from the crowd as they emerge outside. She grasped her husband's arm and he didn't mind the gesture. She didn't seem to realize reality: everything seems like a dream. Amelia was a queen.

Amelia felt the stares of the people inside as she was leaded to the dance floor by her husband. She tried to ignore the stares she got from them. The young king placed his hands on her back as Amelia placed her hand on his shoulder. Their free hands finally met. As the orchestra played its music, green met amber once again as our gazes locked. Amelia felt relaxed as she muffled out the stares of the crowd. Her wedding gown was illuminated by the chandeliers in the ceiling. King Ian wore a suit that was dark as his hair. His amber eyes shone in the moonlight.

He turned elegantly, his body in tune with the slow music. Yet, there was a sort of harshness to him, like he was someone who shouldn't be underestimated. Amelia didn't quite care at the moment. Was it because she was falling in love with a boy she hardly knew? The warmth in her chest grew more powerful by every second. Amelia's heartbeat was growing steadily along with it. Her first dance as a queen was perfect; from every little detail of her dress or how she didn't mess it all up.

King Ian guided her across the dance floor as if they were in a dream. He kept his eyes on her, yet still, he knew exactly where to take her. Every moment, every angle seemed to be planned in advanced.

"Ian," I whispered, "everyone is looking at us."

He squeezed her hand slightly and smiled. "Really," he chuckled softly, "I haven't notice."

With that, She knew. He need not say more. Her heart, her whole being was now his and his alone.