"OW!" Daine yelped as yet another pin stabbed her in the head. "Thayet, I can do my own hair, y'know. I'm a big girl now."
Thayet pouted. "Oh, please don't spoil my fun! I won't get to do Kally's hair at HER wedding, at least let me do yours! I promise I'll be more careful!"
"That's the tenth time you've said that this morning! Yet here I am, with more pin holes in my head than a pin cushion!"
"But I'm almost done now! At least let me finish."
Daine sighed. "Fine."
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"How do I look?" Numair stepped out of his dressing room with a flourish.
"Shirt collar's not straight." George was sprawled lazily on a chair in the corner of the room.
"What!" Numair made towards the mirror and George laughed.
"That was a joke, my friend. Lighten up."
Numair sat down in the opposite chair with a sigh. "I'm sorry. I'm just nervous."
"She isn't going to leave you at the altar, if thats what your worried about. She loves you too much to do that."
"Perhaps… but I'm afraid that after we marry, she won't be happy. That she'll wish she had someone younger, shorter…"
"Hasn't Daine knocked this silliness out of you yet? Gods Numair, for an intelligent man, you can be incredibly dense. Considering that the whole reason you're getting married a fortnight after you proposed, again, is because she's carrying your child and wanted to marry you before she started showing too much, I really don't think she's going to leave you now. Or ever, for that matter. Now get up, you great lump. Thayet won't be happy if you get those robes creased. At least, in the daylight hours." George smirked as Numairs face turned scarlet.
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"Done." Thayet stepped back from Daine.
"Well, what do you think?" Daine twirled and smiled at her.
Thayet swallowed. "Onua! Alanna!"She called, and Daine was bemused when her voice cracked. The two women stepped into the room and stared.
"Is it too much?…" Daine bit her lip, nervous.
"Silly girl. You look beautiful." Onua smiled and stretched her arms wide. Daine grinned and ran forward to hug her.
"Thayet!" Alanna moaned. "Why didn't you make ME look like this on MY wedding day?!" The knight grinned and hugged Daine too.
"Erm… guys? Can I see what I look like now?"
"What? Oh, yes, of course." The women released Daine and led her to her mirror. Daine stared, wide eyed at her reflection. Pointing weakly, she mumbled.
"Thats not me… It can't be me… I'm… beautiful."
The dress was simple, white with a pearly sheen of blue and silver in the light. The skin tight long sleeves ended in delicate points over her hands, and the skirt had the smallest of trains. A blue sash hid the almost invisible bump at her stomach. Her face was made up lightly, but enough to be noticeable. Thayet had done wonderful things with her hair; the brown curls were pinned in loops at the top and sides, the back hung down, brushed neatly with a serum to keep it that way throughout the ceremony, and all of it studded with blue jeweled pins borrowed from the queen. Daine smiled and turned so she could see the back of the dress better, then placed a hand on her now rumbling stomach.
"Hungry." She blushed. "I try not to eat too much early in the morning so there's less to throw up later." She grimaced.
"Try something light now. Fruit, maybe. Just so you don't pass out before the vows." Alanna grinned and Daine rolled her eyes. Onua shook her head with a smile and went off to find some food for her.
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Numair was in the palace kitchen munching an apple when Onua walked in. He tilted his head to the side, curious.
"I thought you were helping Daine?"
"I am." He frowned in confusion, and she smiled knowingly. "Food. For the baby."
"Ah. I forgot to mention that. Generally she doesn't eat 'til around eleven."
"Hopefully that part will be over soon, and then all you have to worry about is her mood swings." Onua grinned at the terrified look on his face. She gestured to the glass of water beside him. "Not drinking yet? Good man."
"It's very tempting, believe me. But no. Because if I start now, I'll be drunk by this evening, and I want to be able to remember tonight." He realised what he'd said and blushed. Onua snorted.
"That, is a mental image I could live without." She grabbed two peaches from a bowl nearby and grinned. "See you later, Numair."
Thirty minutes later, George stuck his head in the doorway. "It's time." Numair swallowed, his heart beating faster, and followed George out of the room.
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Several hours later, the happy couple were stood outside of their palace rooms. Daine grinned as Numair wrapped his arms round her waist and nuzzled her neck. "Oh look," she smiled and reached a hand up to stroke his cheek. "Someone polished our sign!"
He chuckled against her neck. "Magelet, a shiny sign is the least of our worries right now." She shivered and turned the door handle, pushing it open, and made to walk inside. Numair stopped her. "Sweet, we're married. Thresholds are a part of my job now." He scooped her into his arms and carried her, giggling, to their bedroom. He set her down gently and brought her into a sweet kiss, tipping her backwards a little. She pushed his robe off of his shoulders and he shrugged it off. They broke apart as he began to undo her sash, but she stopped him with a shake of her head. He looked up, confused.
"Pins." She reminded him, pointing to her hair. He sighed, but patiently removed them all so that her hair hung loose around her shoulders. "And shoes. I won't bed a man with his boots on." She smirked as he kicked them off. Her shoes had fallen off when he'd picked her up.
"Anything else, love?" He raised an eyebrow and Daine grinned.
"I think that's it. Oh wait- your shirt." She reached up and began to undo the buttons, making extra effort to touch each patch of skin as it was revealed. Numair hummed slighty under her touch, eyes closed. Eventually she slid it off of his shoulders, and he opened his eyes, grinning deviously.
"Your turn." He motioned for her to turn around, and she obeyed. His lips found her neck as he began to unlace her dress, and then her shoulder as he opened it further. She stepped out of it once he was done and he smirked. She rolled her eyes.
"It's not like you haven't seen it all before. and be gentle. I'm pregnant, remember? Don't want to squash the baby."
"I'm always gentle!" He protested and she snorted.
"Yeah ri-" He cut her off with a passionate kiss. She wrapped her arms around his back as his tangled in her hair. Their tongues slid together and he moaned and pushed her back onto the bed. Removing the last of their clothes quickly, the couple spent the rest of night making sweet, passionate love to each other.
A/N- I will make a fic just on the wedding, promise! Reviews, please? I want to know what you all think!