Quinn sat in front of the mirror, nervously examining herself for the thousandth time that morning. The windows were open, and a light spring breeze drifted through, caressing her face gently. Sighing softly, she closed her eyes, tilting her head toward the window. A smile as gentle as the breeze slipped over her lips, and she didn't realize she was humming until the low chuckle of her best friend came through the door.

"Nice to see nothing's changed," Sam said with a grin, sweeping into the room and pressing a kiss to her cheek. Quinn laughed, turning to face him.

"Except practically everything." Sam joined her in laughter, shaking his head and reaching for her hand.

"Everyone's lining up. Are you ready to go?" Quinn bit her lip, glancing at herself in the mirror one last time.

Since her reunion with her father in Marcel, everything seemed to blend together. After Sam and Kurt stumbled into King William's palace, Will had sent the guards into the room to collect Russell and Judy's bodies, and asked Quinn what she would like to do with them. An overwhelming sense of loneliness washed over her, and she had shrugged, unsure of what to say. The guards were gentle with Judy, which she appreciated, but the way they handled Russell, like he was worth nothing, twisted her stomach. She felt it wasn't her place to say anything, so she had remained silent, shrugging her shoulders and looking down at the ground. A pair of feet entered her view, and she looked up, the sympathetic smile of the king looking back at her.

"We'll make sure they get a proper burial," Will said softly, placing his hand on her shoulder. Her smile flickered back onto her face, and she nodded, overcome with a flood of conflicting emotions. She wanted to grieve for the loss of her parents, but part of her wondered if it was even appropriate to cry over people who had done so much wrong. What she had said to Judy hadn't been a lie, but her heart was tearing in two over Russell. He had been a cruel and distant father, but he had been a father just the same. "It's okay to mourn." As if he could read her mind, her true father squeezed her shoulder in a reassuring manner.

"Thank you," Quinn murmured, almost embarrassed to cry in front of the king. He was her father, yes, but they had met little under an hour ago. They hardly knew each other. It was obvious in the way he nodded and stepped away, giving her space, that he felt the same way, and Quinn knew she would have to reach out to him. He had lost and gained much, just as she had. For now, she was content to sink into the nearest chair and weep, burying her face in the crook of her arm. She wasn't sure how long she cried, but the feel of a hand on her back brought her into the present again. Glancing up, she was surprised and pleased to see the familiar face of her best friend looking down at her with concern. He didn't say anything, just held open his arms, and she let him hold her as she cried.

When she was finally finished, she extracted herself from Sam, mumbling apologies about the saltwater stains on his shirt. Finn moved to her side, reaching down for her hand, and Will raised his eyebrows.

"You seem to be fond of my daughter," Will said. Quinn managed to hide a smile, elated in the fact that he didn't hesitate to claim her as his own. It seemed like the protective parent instinct was still there, even after seventeen years, and as Finn stammered, Kurt let out a chuckle. Quinn glanced over her shoulder to see him standing next to Sam, who was also concealing a grin. "Might I ask what your interest is with her?" Will asked, folding his arms across his chest.

"I am very, very fond of your daughter, Your Highness." Finn stuttered, bowing lowly out of respect.

"You could call him her suitor!" Kurt chirped, grinning widely.

"The knight of her heart!" Sam chimed in, barely stifling his laughter.

"Her beau!" Kurt added, burying his face in Sam's shoulder and letting out a short peal of laughter. Finn turned beet red, and Quinn found herself shrugging again, this time with a smile.

"Q?" Sam's voice brought her back to the present, and Quinn shook her head. The memory brought a fond smile to her face. It seemed odd that it had happened months ago. Since then, her relationship with her father, her real father, had grown stronger, and she found herself spending more and more time in the castle of Marcel. Her relationship with Finn had grown stronger as well, and one fine fall day, he had lowered himself on one knee, and offered a ring his mother had helped him pick out, specifically for Quinn. He had already gotten her father's permission, and as he said, "all I need now is yours." There had been tears and kisses and a loud, resounding yes, and even now, Quinn still twisted the ring on her finger, each spin bringing a smile to her face. She had more than she could ever ask for, more than she had dreamed of, and it was all just what she had wanted.

"Everyone's waiting." Sam prompted gently. Rising from the mirror seat, Quinn laced her arm with Sam's, exiting the small powder room and letting him lead her down the hall, where the faint sounds of an organ drifted through. Quinn squeezed Sam's arm, and he grinned nervously, pressing another kiss to her cheek. They met up with the small line of people, and even though she knew he was waiting for her in the hallway across from the one she was standing in, Quinn found herself searching for Finn. Instead, she saw his mother, Queen Carole, at the head of the line. The queen turned to face the pair and beamed, tears lining the corners of her eyes.

"I can't believe it." She sobbed, pulling them both in for a hug. "My son, getting married!" Quinn smiled, allowing the queen to embrace her, and returning the hug eagerly. "I think I'm more excited than you!" Sam and Quinn laughed, and the queen let them go, dabbing at her eyes with a light blue handkerchief.

"Oh!" Quinn let out a yelp of surprise as a small object blew past her skirt. Giggling, Quinn turned, finding the offender and grinning. "Drizzle!" The small dog turned, his ears perked up at the sound of his name. In his mouth was the pillow that held the two rings that would be exchanged during the wedding ceremony, and around his neck was a small bowtie, the black a sharp contrast to his white fur. The organ began playing the wedding march, the round notes echoing down into the hall. Sam squeezed her hand tightly, and Quinn beamed, walking as the line began to move forward slowly, people making their way into the cathedral.

"It's going to be great," Quinn murmured. "You're going to do fine."

"What if I trip?" Sam hissed, his eyes widening. Quinn rolled her eyes, gently nudging him with her hip.

"Then you get back up." His expression caused her to burst out in laughter, and she kissed his cheek, shaking her head. "You're going to do great. I'll see you out there!" Waving over her shoulder, Quinn held her maid of honor bouquet in front of her, marching out in time to the music. When she reached the side of the altar, standing across from her was Finn. He gave her his trademark half-smile, and she felt her stomach fluttering, just as it had so many months ago at the ball that changed her fate. The ring on his left hand matched her own, and the sight of it, even now, caused her to grin. He was her husband. They were married, bonded together for the rest of their lives, and now, Kurt and Sam were ready to do the same.

Sam emerged from the back of the cathedral, ambling his way to the front with the same stable boy charm he had held when he first swung into Quinn's room. The kingdom had grown to love him, and he was greeted with cheers. His smile grew shy and he waved in return, his cheeks flushing a light pink. He stood in front of the altar, the music shifted, and all eyes turned to the back.

Kurt slowly walked out, Burt guiding him down the aisle. There was a sharp intake of breath. He was stunning, radiant as ever in all white, and he only had eyes for one. From the moment their gazes met across the room, it was as if everyone had melted away, and they were holding a private ceremony for two.

"Hi," Sam whispered, once Kurt was in front of him. Their hands were interlaced, and Kurt smiled bashfully.

"Hi." He replied softly, squeezing his hands. The minister smiled, and clapped his hands, calling everyone to order. Vows were exchanged, promises were made, and a small white dog provided the rings, which were slipped onto fingers, a solemn swear to love forever and always. Quinn locked eyes with Finn, who mouthed along with Kurt and Sam as they promised, "I do."

And they, as the stories say, lived happily ever after.