Chapter 4
Vasilissa smiled and nodded politely while internally sighing.
If she had it her and Christians way, it would be a small personalised elopement, but being the queen meant that a big and fancy wedding service was required.
"This colour should work however if not it would be best to have another one just in ca-"
Sebastian, the Moroi designer in charge of her wedding planning was cut off.
"No!" Christian snapped.
"We've already picked out 6 different purples and we don't need back up colours, if it doesn't work, well, make it work." He flamed his finger tips lightly for emphasis on the last part.
Before grabbing his new fiancées hand and dragging her away. Lissa glanced apologetically over her shoulder at a defeated Sebastian before giggling and following her soon to be husband. He somehow knew when she was at her limit and always reigned her back to sanity.
"If it doesn't work, well, make it work?" She teased at him.
Christian turned and grabbed the royal moroi by her hips, pulling her close and backing himself up to the wall.
"Perhaps I'm not working so well either" he smirked dangerously.
"Should I make you work?" She flirted back innocently before he claimed her lips with his.
...
Christian lightly traced his thumb over Lissa's hand and pulled it away from her mouth to stop her gnawing away at her nails.
She sighed and leaned her head into his.
"I'm nervous."
"It's out of your control, this is something you just need to let her take care of herself."
"I know but - "
"Hey" the black haired moroi broke in gently.
"Rose R.S.V.P.D didn't she? She knows what she's getting herself into and if any one can handle a bad break up, you know it's her."
Lissa relaxed her shoulders.
"She doesn't know though, not about Dimitri and... I can't not invite them Christian, not after everything we've been through. I want him at our reception, and that means Abigail too."
"We'll make it work." He squeezed her hand and kissed his queen lightly on the forehead.
The wedding was a public event for all Moroi and Dhampir to witness and enjoy but the reception that happened later was a more exclusive and intimate event.
Christian grabbed the cake that sat on the picnic rug below them.
"Now, more cake samples my lady?" He held a fork full of red velvet champagne cake in front of her mouth.
...
Dimitri marvelled at his girlfriend who grunted as she swung her bat ferociously and smacked the ball into the mesh cage wiring.
Dimitri hadn't imagined ever being able to be in a situation so normal and human or even just so carefree and joyous since his restoration.
She swung the bat behind her and let it sit firmly across her neck and on her shoulders.
"I believe you owe me a kiss for that one Dimka."
He laughed at her use of his childhood nickname and the way she popped her hip out and smirked cockily.
He raised an eyebrow at her.
"I believe the bet was, a kiss if you could out bat me."
"Oh I think it's clear who out batted who Mr." She said while playfully pushing the end of her bat into Dimitri's chest.
He grabbed the bat and pulled it to the side of him, forcing Abigail to step closer in order to keep her hold on it.
He closed the distance between them and swooped one arm around her waist while bringing his lips down to hers
