That day has finally come. A couple of months have passed and the wedding is today. I'm happy that I haven't had a nightmare since that one time, but I've had a dream or two that almost went to that extent. He still appears in them sometimes, but he never does anything to me.

In the past couple of months, I've been recovering from my injury quite well. I'm now finally able to walk again, and without pain I might add. I can actually walk as well as I used to. The process was horrible though. The agony just kept coming back, going away, and then coming right back. I've cried a few times and even considered giving up a few times. At the time, lying in bed all day didn't seem like that bad of a fate. But Atem has really been pushing me to get better. He'd come by everyday and help me try and walk and to just get better. If he wasn't coaching me, then I guess I wouldn't be currently standing here. The scar still remains from the injury and I get a painful reminder just looking at my back (it's not exactly a small scar) or even running my hand across my back.

Actually, Atem and I are already married. The process of an Egyptian wedding really isn't much. It's basically just the wife moving her things into the husband's house and they're married. I've already done that earlier today. Since this is a royal wedding, the palace is holding a small party. Currently, I'm in my old bedroom just looking at it. Even though I just moved my stuff out this morning, it's so bare already. The sheets and blankets no longer stay on the bed and it just feels so… lonely.

I snap myself from my thoughts and walk into the washroom. I shut the door and begin to undress. Once I'm in the warm water, I start to quickly scrub myself down. Normally, I relax myself in the water, but there is no way I'm going to be able to relax on a day like this. I step out of the water and wrap a towel around my body. I head back into the main room to find a dress lying on the bed.

It somehow looks even longer than my usual dress, including the sleeves. I drop the towel and carefully begin to put it on. The fabric is so soft, that it makes me feel warm inside. The dress reaches all the way down to the floor with some remaining fabric around my feet. The sleeves go down to my elbows, but are a bit baggy, so they're breathable. I comb out my hair and get a majority of the water out of it. I top off the outfit with the Pendant and my usual golden accents.

I glance down at myself to see the dress frames me quite well. I actually look beautiful. A knock at the door snaps me from my staring. "Come in." I murmur.

The door clicks open and my husband walks in. He shuts the door behind him and stops to stare at me. His handsome smile goes across his face as he does so. Once he escapes from his trance, he walks up to me and puts his arms around me. "You look beautiful, Zari." He says kissing me.

'Zari' has become my recent nickname by him. He started it as he was coaching me on my rehabilitation. He calls me that most of the time now and usually only says my full name when he's dead serious. Most of the time. "Thanks. New outfit?"

He nods, "Yeah, they say my other robes were a bit too 'revealing' for a married man."

Currently, he wears short white robes, a long blue cape, his accents of gold, and the Millennium Puzzle. I think back to how his other outfit featured his bare chest, which was just barely covered by his cape. "Well, they were right." I laugh.

He chuckles and then kisses me, "I suppose so."

"So, why did you come here? Just to show off your outfit?"

"No. And what? I'm not bothering you, am I?"

"Of course not."

"I'm glad. I just came here to get you for the announcement."

"Announcement?"

He nods, "We have to address the marriage to the kingdom, don't we?"

I frown at him. "Do we? I'm not sure about it. You know what large crowds remind me of…"

He sighs and kisses my forehead, "Don't worry about it. This crowd is different because I'll be with you. I won't leave your side, no matter what."

I roll my eyes, "Alright."

He releases his arms from around me and grasps my hand. "Come on, it'll be fine."

He leads me out of my bedroom, which I feel I won't step foot in again. From there, it's the twists and turns of the various hallways to the front of the palace. We reach the front balcony where I can already hear the shouts of the people below. Even though they sound excited, my mind keeps picturing them into anger how I'm used to it. My grip on Atem's hand tightens as I'm trying to block out the sound. I must've looked pretty frightened because Atem glances at me with his look of concern, "Relax, it's okay." He says.

"S-sorry." I say, "I'm just not used to all of this."

"I can tell." He says glancing down at my hand which is pretty much suffocating his.

I loosen my grip enough to get his blood to circulate better, but still keep a firm grip on it. I take a few deep breaths, but it's hard to drown out the cheering. "I'm not sure if I can do this."

"Of course you can. Remember, I'm right here."

I sigh, "What do I need to do?"

"Just smile and give a wave here and there. They don't expect a lot from you."

"Alright…"

He leads me forward to the balcony and the more nervous I get. Shimon (one of the advisors) steps in front of us and faces the crowd below. He raises his arms in the air as everyone grows silent, "Citizens of Egypt!" he shouts. "I'm pleased to announce that your Prince has chosen a wife! May I introduce him and his bride!"

I guess that's our cue. Atem starts walking forward, which I follow. We walk into the sunlight and the roars from the crowd grow louder. They shout in happiness at us and wave their arms in our direction. I try to drown out the crowd as much as I can, but manage to let a smile crawl upon my face. Atem gives a few short waves, so I follow and give one or two. It's a lot more comfortable when he's around me.

After the announcement, Atem and I walk down to the throne room for the celebration. I still hold onto his hand rather tightly, which he doesn't seem to mind. "You did great out there." He says.

"Thanks." I say.

"Are you still nervous?"

"A little."

He leans over and kisses my cheek, "You still have nothing to fear. Got it?"

I nod as we approach the doors to the throne room. The giant doors remain shut, but I can still hear everyone inside talking and I can also hear hints of music. Atem pushes the doors open and the throne room is decorated quite nicely. There are flowers and ribbons hanging all around and the nobles inside are enjoying themselves dancing and eating. Everyone stops whatever they were doing and fall silent looking at us. It's really awkward, even when they start applauding us.

I turn toward Atem, which he glances toward me. He then leans into me and kisses me deeply. No matter how much I enjoy it, it's awkward in front of all of these people. Once his lips part from mine, everyone stops clapping and goes back to what they were doing. I glance toward Atem again about to question him, but he answers before I can ask, "It was expected of me."

"What do you mean?"

"Everyone expects us to do that in front of them."

I nod, "Seems like they just want to get into our business."

"Mhm."

Anyways, the celebration turned out perfect. Everyone was congratulating us and just made it feel more festive. Atem and I spend the entire celebration in each other's arms, mostly because I didn't want to be left alone. Once everyone begins to leave, Atem and I are the only ones left in the room.

He has his arms around me, and before I know it, he's holding me bridal-style in his arms. I smile at him as he does the same. "So tell me," He says, "How are you feeling?"

"I'm the happiest I've ever been." I say kissing him.