First off, I'm sooooooooo sorry for taking so long in updating. It's just been really hectic this past month and I haven't had much time to write. Secondly, with exams this week and next, I haven't really been reading anyone's stories or reviewing, but I'll get to it as soon as they're done.

Anyways, onto the last chapter...

Everyone says that a girl's wedding day is the best day of their life and full of beauty and magic. She knew that the dress that Viveca designed was gorgeous, but she didn't feel very beautiful or comfortable in it. She would much rather be wearing something less constricting, even if it is functional.

The sun was shining brightly, making it warm, but Corrine was trembling. Any girl in her situation would be. The day is big, the dress is heavy and there are numerous eyes that are going to be watching.

Viveca was with Renee in the room besides hers, getting a ripped seam fixed. Aramina is twirling in the hall unable to keep her excitement away. An abundant amount of family members are outside in the gardens, waiting for the ceremony to start and the bride to make an appearance. Her mother was in a room down the hall, talking to Louis about something. As happy as she is that everyone who loves her is there with her, she can't help but feel an ache because her father isn't there. He won't be there to walk her down the aisle, or to share a dance with her later on at the reception. But she can feel him though, whispering words of his love, how proud he is and how pretty she looks. She feels like she could pick out the words that he would tell her today, and she knows that he'll never really be gone.

She's so wrapped up in her thoughts that she doesn't notice anything else.

"You aren't going to run away from this, are you?" a voice teased from behind her.

Corrine opened her eyes and smiled a bit. She knew who was behind her, without turning around. "Not if you aren't coming with me." She replied and turned to face Louis. "I'm just thinking, that's all."

"About?" Louis asked, as he moved closer to her.

"About everything, and my dad." She murmured. Suddenly, she planted a hand on her hip, "Hey, you're not supposed to see me with my dress on before the ceremony-it's bad luck. And how did you get past Aramina? She was supposed to be watching and making sure that you weren't coming in to get a sneak peek."

He rolled his eyes in a very unkingly fashion. "I don't believe in that stuff and neither do you. So there's nothing to worry about. As to how I got past Aramina, it was easy. She's too busy twirling in the hall, so I climbed up from the room below and entered through the window on the left.

Corrine had to smile. "I guess you're right." She whispered, as she shook her head in amusement.

She let Louis lead her to the vanity in the corner of the room, by the window and she pulled her feet under her as she sat down on the stool, leaving some space for Louis to sit too.

"What's wrong Corrine?" he murmured.

"I don't know." She truthfully replied. "I guess, I'm just nervous. Nervous that I'll mispronounce a name during the coronation, or do something wrong. Things happen to go wrong when I'm the one to do it."

Louis nods and starts fingering the lace on the waistline of her dress. "Then, that makes two of us." He admits as he smiles at her.

It was quiet for a moment as they watched two of Corrine's cousins run across the garden, laughing and screaming as they're chased by one of the aunts and then told to stay still.

"My mom's going to have your head when she finds you in here with me." Corrine reminds Louis gently as she nudged his foot with hers. Marie was supposed to be with Louis, while Aramina was supposed to guard Corrine's door to make sure that no one would go in and get a sneak peak of the bride.

"True, but she's a little occupied with one of your crazy cousins to realize that I'm not where I should be. She ran inside the room where we were talking and announced that her brother had dropped the rings in the mud and went with her to try and get it out. She told me to stay put, but I couldn't help but come and see you." He admits sheepishly, nuzzling his nose in the crook of her neck. "Wait. Why is Aramina twirling outside your door when she should be in here with you?"

Corrine gave a small laugh. "She was too excited and started twirling in here. Then, she knocked one of the vases down, a shard of it ripped a seam in Renee's dress and she was ordered to go guard the door from people who want a peak while Viveca went to fix Renee's dress in the room next door. I guess they forgot to lock the window, so you were able to get in." Corrine replies. "They trust me not to make a fool of myself in here while there's out of the room."

"And what exactly are you implying Miss D'Artagnan? I am not a fool."

Corrine laughed. "Says the one who told me that girls can't be musketeers and then gave four girls the title and position of musketeers when they save him. You're always backing out on your word. Say one thing, and do another."

Louis chuckled. "I guess I am, aren't I?"

It was a beautiful afternoon, and Louis and Corrine were high up in the sky, enjoying the view of Paris together in the hot air balloon.

He couldn't help but think about Corrine and how different she was from all the other girls that he'd met. She made him think, made his heart beat, made him feel alive, and no other person could do the same to him.

"I love the view from up here in the sky. It somehow makes Paris look even more beautiful than it is." A small content sigh was heard from Corrine.

His heart beat even faster. "No, it isn't a view that you can see anywhere else in the world. I'm sorry that it has to end though."

Her heart sank. "It's out of gas isn't it? If only we could stay up here forever, without a care in the world. But, you have to go back to being king, and I a musketeer, so that we resume or normal lives until the wedding. Two months from now Louis. Can you believe it?"

"No. I can't either. Every time I try to imagine what it'll be like, I get another idea and start imagining that instead. You have no idea how long I've been waiting for this, darling." He said with a smile.

They stayed silent as they watched the city pass by them and the clouds float by, as they simply enjoyed their time spent alone together.

"Corrine?" Louis' voice broke the silence that surrounded them.

"Yes Louis, what is it?"

"I've been wondering, why my father gave you his seal. You refuse to tell me, and I want to know why. He doesn't just go around and give people the royal seal. I'm sure you know the reason behind it." He cried loudly. "I thought that we had agreed that there would be no more

She looks down at her hands, a little ashamed of herself. "I'm sorry Louis." She whispered down at her hands. "I just didn't want you to feel ashamed of your past actions." A slight pause was taken to see how Louis reacted to what she just said, and she saw his confused look on his face, so she continued talking. "It's just because, well, your father wanted me to become a musketeer."

A look of disbelief washed over his face. "What? Why? How?" he quickly composed himself as best as he could. "I mean, how did he know about you wanting to become a musketeer?"

She laughed. "I came to visit the palace when I was younger to watch my father train, and he caught me staring at the musketeers training. I told him who my father was and that I wanted to be a musketeer when I grew up, just like my father. He believed in me and knew that there would be trouble convincing others of girls being musketeers, like a certain someone that I know," she said as she snuck a glance at Louis to give him a pointed stare.

"What? I believed in you." He cries as he throws his hands up in the air.

"Right." She rolled her eyes. "Girls can't be musketeers. Might I remind you who had said that to me on a balloon ride when I had just saved him?"

"Who was that?" Louis asked jokingly. He knows full well that he had said that to her.

At that moment, an arrow whizzed past the balloon, and Louis watched it fly by. "Did you see that arrow fly by?"

Corrine hadn't seen the arrow, but she knew that it meant that some kind of army or crazy person was coming to attempt to kill the king. "Louis, you need to land the balloon and get inside the palace. I'll jump out and fight so, that the people are distracted and you can get in." She pauses to scan the field and she notices a large group of people coming out of the forest. "They're already close. Do you see? In the forest."

"Corrine! I can't leave you to fight here alone! Who knows how well those people are equipped. You could get seriously injured before our wedding, and no one would be there to help you." Louis complained, as he watched Corrine step onto the edge of basket and prepare to jump out.

"I know. But that's why I need you to land this thing and get inside the palace. To safety. To get me help. When you're inside, call the girls, and then find Treville. The girls will know what to do, and Treville, well, let's just say that he'll prepare the musketeers and then have them all come out at the very end, ready to fight but the battle would be done. Plus, I do something like this all the time." She stared into his eyes, the deep shade of chocolate brown. "Promise me that you'll do this and not look back to see how I'm doing?"

"Yes." He didn't know how he had said it. Her eyes , the stare that she held on him must've been what made him say it. But she was gone. She had jumped down from the balloon, fallen down, down, down and landed on the floor. Unhurt, safe, and on her own two feet. He watched as the army from the woods advanced, he saw her pull out the sword the fight, and he knew that he had to land this thing now, or else he'd be too late.

Tugging on the strings, he turned down the heat so that the balloon would lose air and land. Slowly, he heat dimed and the balloon started to sink. Lower, lower and lower, it made its descent from the sky and landed on the base of the basket for the first time. It didn't tip over! He turned to Corrine to tell her, but was meeting with empty space. Then, he remembered. She was gone, fighting for his life, and he was just standing there, marvelling at how he had finally gotten the balloon to land. He wanted to laugh at himself and the situation that he was in, but then he remembered what he had to do. What she had ordered him to do.

After climbing out of the basket, he ran towards the palace, his chest heaving from the distance. He wasn't used to running and was really out of shape. "Note to self, try to arrange some training with the musketeers, so that your more fit for situations like this." He muttered to himself. After what seemed like hours, he arrived at the doors of the palace, ran inside and found the girls in the ballroom, hanging the curtains. "She's, outside, needs help." He panted, breathing harshly between each of his words, making it very difficult to follow.

He watched the girls exchange a glance and then run out of the door, letting the curtains billow to the floor. He tried to hang those curtains up himself, but realized that he couldn't do it himself, so he gave up. Two out of three of the things that he had to do were done. Now, he just had to find Treville. Which would be a difficult task for him to accomplish. He had no idea where the make musketeers were, but he was sure that he would find him eventually.

Corrine dodged a sword that was swung at her, as she stepped over another sword. She had seen Louis land the balloon and go in the palace. She had seen all of that because the army hadn't all gotten to her yet. But when she turned back to the battle, they were all ready. Swords yielded, frowns on face and a loud cry, they all charged at her. She jumped to avoid them and grabbed her own sword out to fight.

For the next ten minutes, if anyone looked out a place window, you would see Corrine dodging swords and arrows that were flying at her as she fought back with her sword. At moments like this, she wished that they spent all of their time together so that she didn't have to fight anyone singlehandedly. But, she was sure that they would come out and help her as soon as they got the message from Louis.

And of course, they did come, right when she needed them the most. She had been trying to dodge a sword, and she wasn't fast enough. She stood there, frozen for a moment, unable to move as she watched the sword come down towards her. As it was coming to touch her, a jewel whizzed towards the sword and knocked it out of his hand. The girls ran forward to help fight, and the battle ground was a colourful sight as fans flew, ribbons were flicked, and arrows were shot around. In less than three minutes, the battle was over.

"Thanks for coming girls. You were right on time." Corrine said with a smile.

"You know that it isn't that big of a deal, Corrine. It's a part of our job."Viveca chided lightly.

Aramina nodded. "But you could've gotten us sooner. We missed most of the battle, and that isn't fair."

"Well, you can blame Louis on that. He wasn't the fastest person getting to the palace from the balloon."

"Yeah, that's for sure. He was panting so hard when he was trying to tell us to come out to help you, that we had a bit of trouble understanding at first." Renee laughed.

The thundering of footsteps was felt as a swarm of musketeers ran towards the field, ready to fight. "I guess we're a little too late?" Treville asked.

"Yes captain. If you came five minutes ago, there might've been a battle for you to fight. Sorry."Corrine said with a shrug.

"You definitely are a fool, and back out on your word all the time. And you're a bit of a scaredy cat sometimes." Corrine laughed, after sharing the memory with Louis. It was quiet for a moment and she let her head rest on his shoulder, remembering everything that happened since they had meet. "You know what Louis?"

"Mmm?"

"I don't think that I'm nervous anymore. I don't even understand why I was nervous to get married to the boy of my dreams. Especially since I've fought a whole army on my own for ten minutes and survived." She said with a small laugh.

Louis gave her a peek on the cheek. "Don't feel bad. I was nervous too. Even more nervous than when I was coronated. It's a big change for both of us. A change that no one could predict the results until we live it. It's natural that we'd be nervous."

Corrine gave a smile and a nod. "We'll both be fine."

"Yes, we will be." Louis said, as he planted a kiss in her hair, careful not to bring any of the hair out of her elegant up do.

There was a deafening sound outside, before four people wrenched the door open and tumbled through.

"There they are! I told you that they'd be together!" Viveca cried.

Louis laughed as Marie gave both of them a hard stare, frustration evident in her face. Corrine smiled at her mother, and simply shrugged her shoulders at her.

"Just relax everyone. The two of them have always been romantic." Aramina cried as her hands went to her cheek to swoon. "Besides, they could easily make the cutest couple."

That brought a laugh out of everyone, but it didn't last long because Marie grabbed Louis by the arm and dragged him out of the room for the girls to finish getting whatever else they needed ready.

Renee pulled Corrine to the mirror one last time and Viveca perfected the position of the veil that was pulled over her hair.

Corrine stared at the mirror, and saw her three best friends standing behind her. "Are you ready for this?" Aramina asked her, as she grinned widely. They stepped out of the room, and worked their way down the hallway and to the staircase so that they could get to the garden where the ceremony would take place.

Corrine thought back to the conversation that she had shared with Louis, moments ago. Sure, she was feeling slightly nervous again, but their few minutes told her that there was nothing that she should be worried about. "Yup. I'm ready to do this."

It's the night of their third wedding anniversary, and Corrine is sitting in the rocking chair, trying to sooth the baby back to sleep. Isabella had been crying and she didn't want her to wake Louis up.

She couldn't imagine her life without her. Isabella was their little bundle of love and joy. She was a sign of their love for each other and Corrine was glad that she joined the family and made it a little family of three. It certainly made meals much more eventful with Louis trying and failing to feed Isabella her baby food.

After singing several songs to try to help her fall asleep, Corrine remembered her own mother telling her that stories were the only thing that put her to sleep when she was younger. So, she decided to tell her the story of how she had first met Louis.

"Do you know darling baby girl, mama wanted to become a musketeer and papa was a young prince when they went on a trip to Italy, and met each other in the garden of the Italian princess's castle. He rescued her from her lonely fate and promised to love her always." Corrine heard soft snores, so she paused there to sneak a peek Isabella. She was fast asleep in her arms and sleeping soundly. The story would just have to be finished on another night. A night where Isabella was restless and wouldn't fall asleep.

Corrine supposed that telling bedtime stories would probably be a good trick for her to use to get Isabella to fall asleep on late nights, when everyone was feeling tired. Only time would tell if it really worked, but they had years to see if it really worked.

Thank you for making it this far and reading this last chapter.

I tried to write you a wedding scene. I really did. But they always ended up too weird, so I opted for a scene before the wedding.

And because you've all been so patient with me during the whole thing, and stuck with me, even though I sometimes didn't update in forever, I added the little scene of the third wedding anniversary.

A big thank you to Winterwonders725 for all your hard work in editing and going over every chapter!

I've been alerted from several people that they think that the name Isabella might not be too appropriate for Louis and Corrine's daughter, since it is commonly known as a Spanish/Mexican name and they're French. However, I have done a bit of research, and Isabella is a name that has been given to French monarchs in the past, so it'll be a name that I'm sticking too. I hope you all understand and I'm sorry if this decision has left you feeling a little unhappy about her name.

I hope you enjoyed this, and you know that your comments are always welcomed and greatly appreciated.

Cheerio,

Lasting Violet