The Wedding

The Proposal

As you may have guessed this is the chapter with the wedding in it! I hope you like it and don't forget to review please!

George woke up to the sound of people cheering outside his window. For a moment he couldn't think why, but then he remembered. Today was Alanna and Jon's wedding; they were celebrating the marriage of their beloved heir.

'Let them cheer' he thought grumpily. 'But I'll be damned if I celebrate.' Before he could stop it the image he had been trying so hard not to think of jumped into his head.

Alanna stood in a beautiful white gown, her face hidden by a lace veil. She held a bouquet of sweet smelling flowers in her hands as she walked gracefully down the aisle. Guests looked on in pride, love and admiration as she passed them. When she stopped walking and pulled back her veil to reveal her face that glowed with pure happiness, it was George that waited for her at the altar, not Jon.

George was entirely lost in his glorious fantasy when there was a knock at his door. As he let Solomon into the room George wasn't sure whether the frown on his face was at being interrupted in his daydream, or the knowledge that his desire could never come true.

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Alanna stared at herself in the large mirror in front of her. What she saw was not bad, but it did not seem like herself. Her now long, fiery locks were pinned up into a stylish heap with pins encrusted with jewels that sparkled in the light. A sheer veil finely embroided and decorated with tiny pearls was pinned to her head and fell down delicately to her waist. The neckline of the long white gown she wore was just low enough to make her look feminine but not low enough to be dishonourable. Like her veil the bodice of Alanna's gown was embroided beautifully and studded with small pearls and diamonds which twinkled merrily as the sunlight shone on them. The sleeves were long and clung to her arms; pearl buttons going up to her elbows held them fast and along with lace trimming, made them fancy. The skirt was long and full, ballooning out from where her bodice stopped at her waist. Countless lace petticoats that were worth more than Moonlight gave the dress its remarkable volume. Her fingers and wrists were unadorned but sparkling earrings hung from her newly pierced lobes and on a thick chain around her neck a diamond bigger than her eye glittered magically and cast tiny rainbows around the room.

With a sigh she smoothed her creaseless skirt and wondered whether Jon was as nervous as she was.

The scent of her bouquet- filled with fragrant lilies and delicate roses- made Alanna dizzy as she waited nervously for the moment of no return when she would begin her journey down the long aisle to meet Jon at the end. Panic filled her as she thought of what she was about to do. Alanna didn't want to be a queen, she wanted to be a knight and have adventures- not be mollycoddled by idiotic courtiers and told what to do by a counsel of advisors.

As the rest of the precession filed out in front of her, Alanna's feet, clad in silk slippers, itched to run and leave behind the wedding.

But Alanna didn't run; she took a deep breath and told herself that if she could go to war (and survive) when she was barely sixteen, she could do anything. So, slowly and elegantly Alanna walked down the aisle, feeling the gazes of hundreds of people intent on her. She focused on Jon's face in front of her; a small but sincere smile lighting up his features as she moved towards him. Next to Jon stood Gary, who Jon had chosen to be his best man, after him was Roaul and Alex, the two other groomsmen. As she walked Alanna wondered whether Jon would have chosen Roger, had he been alive and the truth had not been uncovered. But before she could ponder this thought any further, she reached the altar and took her place beside Jon, as the priest began to speak.

Looking out at Chorus through her window Alanna was filled with a peculiar feeling of comfort. This was her city, her home, it was where she belonged. As the lights that twinkled in the darkness began to go out and she began to shiver in her thin nightgown, Jon called her away from the window. As she curled up next to him in the bed, she couldn't help but feel that everything had turned out for the best- despite how worried she had been before. Absorbed in happiness Alanna and Jon began their first night together as a married couple.

I hoped you enjoyed it and will tell me what you think in you review! (Subtle aren't I?).

I'm not really sure if they actually would have worn white or had best men etc. at a wedding, but I didn't know how to find out, so I just assumed. As you may have noticed Alanna and Jon do not go on a honeymoon, there is no reason for that other than I thought it was more suitable for them not to.

Oh, and I own none of the characters (or places for that matter).

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