Arthur and Adella's wedding took place at sunset on the dock of the lighthouse. Since their marriage wasn't technically legal, Thomas officiated. Vulko was the only one in attendance. While he watched proudly as his daughter and Arthur said their vows, he felt a tinge of sadness. Delphine and Atlanna should have been there to witness the wedding. He would have given anything for Adella and Arthur to have their mothers stand by his side as they said I do. And maybe somehow they were watching. Maybe the two women were smiling down at their children. Vulko had no way of knowing, but the idea was comforting.

Thomas barely let 'you may now kiss the bride' out before Arthur lifted Adella off her feet, kissing his new bride fiercely. Adella giggled into Arthur's lips, her arms wrapping around him as if she were afraid he'd disappear if she let go. "You're stuck with me now." Arthur teased, pressing his forehead to hers.

It felt hard for her to believe now, but in the hours leading up to the wedding Adella had been a nervous wreck. Her father had jokingly said she had cold fins. But she wasn't nervous about marrying Arthur. Not exactly. She couldn't imagine meeting any other man that she would ever want to spend the rest of her life with. It was the complications that came with marrying Arthur. Leaving home. Hiding her life from people she loved. These were things that Adella would have to face when making this decision. Still, she would always make the choice to be with Arthur.

Learning about surface weddings hadn't helped to ease her stress either. They weren't completely different from the weddings in Atlantis, but enough to give her a tiny bit of anxiety. She had to shop for a dress alone. Arthur said that the groom couldn't see the bride or the dress before the wedding because it was bad luck. And while Adella loved life in their sleepy little town, it felt awkward going alone without Arthur to be her security blanket. After hours of looking she finally found it. It was a simple dress. Adella was sure if it wasn't intended to be a wedding dress or just something to wear on a nice occasion. It was long and made out of a flowy, silky material. It had an empire waist that was lined by pearls. Perfect.

Arthur also said that she'd need something old, something new (which her dress checked that mark), something borrowed and something blue. For such a grump, Arthur sure could be a stickler for wedding traditions. So she borrowed a hair pin that had belonged to Mera's mother (that was also the something old, that was allowed wasn't it?) and her something blue was a necklace that had been her mother's. It was made of silver with a sapphire at the center.

She got ready for the ceremony at the lighthouse. Arthur was at their home, pacing the living room while he watched the minutes tick by. When it finally came time to stand on the dock and wait for Adella to walk out he was practically buzzing with nerves. But not for the same reasons as his soon to be wife. He worried that he might not be a good husband. And why did he deserve to be with Adella when she was giving up so much for him and he hadn't given up anything?

When the pair saw each other for the first time their worries immediately faded. This is what they were meant to be doing. They knew it. It didn't matter that all of Atlantis would look down upon their marriage. Or that they were too young to be taking this big of a step. All that mattered in that moment was each other. So they vowed to spend their lives together, no matter what would come their way, at the very place where Atlanna first met Thomas and soon led to Adella and Arthur meeting.

After the ceremony the pair went to Terry's to celebrate. Arthur was cradling his new bride in his arms as they walked inside. "Hey Terry!" he called. "How 'bout a cold one for me and the missus?" Arthur grinned as the people seated around them said their congratulations. Adella felt her cheeks grow hot at the attention. Arthur set her down and the pair sat at the bar where Terry set down two large pints of beer in front of them.

"How about a picture of the newlyweds?" Terry asked, motioning for the pair to lean in close. Arthur wrapped his arm around Adella's waist, pulling her close. Adella rested her head on his shoulder, trying her hardest to keep from spilling her beer out of her large, heavy mug while they smiled widely for the photo.

This was the right choice. Adella knew it. She loved it on the surface. She loved that she and Arthur knew everyone that was in Terry's. She loved her simple wedding, and the simple celebration between her and her husband. It was the complete opposite of what her life had been in Atlantis. No one here expected anything of her. She was allowed to make all of her own choices. She was allowed to be with the man she loved. A large part of her wished she would never have to return to Atlantis.

Arthur placed a kiss on her head, smiling down at her. "Love you, glowfish." he mumbled. Adella's nose crinkled as she smiled, stretching up to kiss him. This was it. This was where she was meant to be.

When she arrived at the coordinates that her father had given her, Adella almost thought she was in the wrong place. The small, Italian village before her looked like a tsunami had hit it. But then that probably meant she was exactly where she was supposed to be. Dread filled her. There was no sign of Orm's guards. Or any sign of anyone for that matter. She hopped out of her father's ship with her trident in hand and began searching for any sign of life.

"Arthur!" she called, her eyes scanning her surroundings. "Mera!" no answer. What if she was too late? She knew that Orm ordered his guards not to take either prisoner if they fought back. What if Adella had arrived just in time to have her worst fears realized?

She briefly wondered if Orm already knew that she was missing. Her body was on high alert. There was no way of knowing whether a member of the Kingsguard was ready for her arrival or if they weren't expecting her. But there didn't appear to be any Kingsguard. Had Arthur and Mera managed to elude them?

"Arthur!" it wasn't Adella's voice that called this time. "Arthur, please! Wake up!" Mera.

Adella broke into a sprint, following the red head's voice. She felt her heart hammering in her chest. She soon came to a courtyard where she spotted Mera kneeling by Arthur's unconscious body. Adella's breath caught in her throat. She was too late. Adella dropped her trident at her side, the noise alerting Mera that she was no longer alone. A look of relief spread across her face when she realized it was Adella.

"What happened?" Adella asked, dropping to her knees. "Is he..? He's okay, isn't he?" she placed her hand on her husband's neck to feel for a pulse. It was weak, but it was there. Adella let out a loud sigh, leaning in to place her forehead to Arthur's. "Thank Poseidon."

"It was a human," Mera began. "He came with Orm's men. He had Atlantean armor and weapons. I think he's gone, but Arthur's hurt. We need to get him somewhere safe." she placed a hand on Adella's shoulder to offer any comfort she could. Adella nodded, pulling away from Arthur. Her hands started trembling when she noticed they were now covered in his blood. Mera took control of the situation then. She slipped her arms under Arthur's and told Adella to take his legs.

"Um, there was a boat down at the docks. We can take him there. It's that way," Her breathing was uneven. Adella nodded back towards where she'd first arrived. She picked her trident up as they passed it and tried to focus on anything but Arthur's unconscious body in her arms. "A human did this? Why would Orm work with a human? He's trying to wipe them all off the face of the planet."

"Your guess is as good as mine," Mera huffed. "It figures that he'd be this heavy," she groaned adjusting her grip on Arthur. "I can't believe that Orm tried to kill us. I can't believe he thought he could kill us. As if I haven't been besting him since we were kids." she scoffed.

"Orm is...he's not himself anymore," Adella sighed. "I've been trying to give him the benefit of the doubt, but now he's…"

"His father?" Mera asked. "We shouldn't really be surprised. Although I'll admit I didn't think he had the backbone to pull all of this off," they arrived to the lone boat that sat at the dock and slowly layed Arthur down. Mera let out an exhausted sigh and placed her hands on her hips. "Okay. We need a plan." she was right. This was so far off from what they had originally planned that Adella almost couldn't see how they would get themselves out of it.

"Did you find out where the trident is?" Adella asked. Mera only nodded before disappearing into the boats cabin. Adella kneeled down once again next to arthur. He had stopped bleeding at the very least. But she would have to do something to keep the wounds from becoming infected. And soon. Mera soon returned with a map and placed it next to Adella.

"Here," she circled the spot. "I destroyed all of the clues we've found so that Orm can't find them, but after this I'm sure he'll only be sending more of his men to stop us. He's got some sort of a plan up his sleeve. If he's working with a human I think this is much worse than we thought."

"If that's true then my father doesn't even know what it is," Adella sighed. "We have to find out what his plan is. He knows that I'm on Arthur's side now. We're running out of time."

Mera frowned and looked down at Arthur. "...Take him. Find the trident. I'm going to go back to Atlantis and get to the bottom of this. Maybe I can talk my father out of his alliance with Orm. Or at the very least buy some time."

"You can't just waltz back into the palace. Orm tried to kill you, remember? I don't really think he's going to let you talk him down."

"If I can keep him occupied long enough for Arthur to get Atlan's trident then that's all that matters."

"Mera." Adella scolded.

"Do you have another plan?" she asked, her eyebrows raised. "I'm doing this. I'll take Vulko's ship back. Just get Arthur to the trident." Adella knew that there was no talking Mera out of this. There was never talking Mera out of anything.

Adella sighed. She took the map from Mera before pulling her into a tight hug. "Thank you. For going with him and keeping him safe."

Mera smiled softly and returned the hug. "He's insufferable. But if you think he's the true King of Atlantis, I'm willing to give him a chance."

Adella let out a small laugh. "He grows on you...please be careful?" Mera nodded, Adella giving her one more hug before they went their separate ways. She turned her attention to Arthur now. Tending to his wounds would be easy. Making sure that he was awake and ready to face whatever trials that lead to the trident was going to be the issue. But first: it was time to get Arthur's shirt off

As soon as he had arrived back to Atlantis after his visit to the Fisherman Kingdom, his guards informed him that Adella was missing. To say that he was furious was an understatement. How could she have escaped? Had he underestimated her? Had she gotten help in her escape?

He was handed a note that had been found in her room after the guards learned of her escape. Orm ordered that the guard that had been posted outside of her room be arrested before ordering those around him to give him his privacy.

"Dearest Orm,

I'm sorry. I'm sorry that this is what things have come to. I'm sorry that we have to be at odds with one another. I hoped that you would be able to see what I see. That you're a good man. And while I don't feel differently about you even now...I need you to know the truth. You were right. I love Arthur. I've loved him since I was old enough to understand what love was. I would do anything to keep him safe. But I would also do anything for Atlantis. And you need to know that I have to do this. I can only hope you won't hate me. I'm going to find my husband. And I hope that you can see my point of view on things.

Love always, Adella"

Orm crumpled the letter in his hands. His jaw was clenched so tightly it started to shake. He calmly stood and dropped the letter. Upon entering the throne room where Vulko and his Kingsguard were waiting, he held his head high, looking at Vulko directly.

"Prepare the troops. We're launching the attack on the surface."