A/N

Thank you so much for all the lovely reviews. Over 100 last chapter! Thanks also for the best wishes. We're having a lovely holiday, soaking up the sun and enjoying the coral and beautiful fish. Yesterday we swam with two turtles!

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Thanks so much to my lovely betas, Katmom and NKubie for all your help and the incredibly fast turn around. Yay! The 'dongle' (flashdrive for those wondering what I was on about) works! I couldn't resist tweaking the ending - a little Alice and Jasper teaser - so any mistakes are all mine.

Chapter 14

Bella's mouth dropped open, Edward's declaration that he wanted her for his wife robbing her of breath. Admittedly, marriage was the natural progression for a young couple in their situation, a couple caught kissing passionately . . . in a church . . . in front of a priest. If their situation wasn't so far from typical, she would have said their fates were sealed.

Her cheeks aflame, Bella sent the minister an apologetic look. Elderly but astute, he'd been true to his word. Despite having a sword waved in his face, he'd put on an act of infirmity, stumbling and dragging his feet in an effort to delay what had seemed the inevitable fulfilment of Demetri's wicked plan. When he'd run out of plausible excuses, and it appeared Bella's time was up, she'd come close to despair. Fear for Alice's safety had added to her concerns, but Edward and his men had arrived in dramatic fashion, saving them all.

A glance Alice's way brought a tentative smile to Bella's lips. The young seamstress appeared no worse for wear, but her eyes were like saucers as she stared at the rather tall and extremely handsome crown prince of Volterra whose arm remained firmly around Bella's shoulders. Despite her willingness to assist Bella in her plan to reach Edward and beg for his help, it seemed Alice hadn't truly believed her tale of having won his affection. She could hardly blame her, as it was a story more suited to a fairytale. Servants did not catch the eyes of princes, well, other than for a fleeting dalliance. They certainly did not become their brides.

Demetri's crass suggestion wasn't very appealing, or likely to occur, as she suspected Edward was too honourable to make her his mistress. But marriage? Despite allowing herself the indulgence of a flight of fancy back at the palace, she didn't think it was possible. Which left . . .

A shudder ran through her, as Bella considered how it would feel to pursue her original intention now she knew Edward loved her. She'd been delivered from the fate Victoria had condemned her to without a qualm, for which she would be eternally grateful. There was no doubt in her mind Edward would help her gain her independence if she asked, but refusing him—if marriage really was his intention—would be agony. A sob caught in her throat, and she instinctively tightened her grip on his waist.

"Give me a moment, sweetheart." He leaned down to kiss her forehead before turning to face their audience. "Jasper, are the captives secure?"

"Bound, gagged, and well guarded." Lord Whitlock gestured to where the two men had been dragged outside. "They won't be running or accidentally released. I'll escort them back to the palace and see to their imprisonment personally."

"Good." Edward nodded. "Don't leave yet, as I'd like you to act as witness, but Demetri will need his wounds tended to. There are questions I want answered, and I don't wish for him to expire before I return. "

"I'll see to it." Lord Whitlock glanced towards Bella. "When you say witness, are you thinking what I think you're thinking? Because if you are, I'm not sure you've thought it through."

Edward laughed, his face breaking into a grin. "I've thought of little else since meeting this extraordinary young lady, I just didn't think it was possible. Now that I've been presented with the opportunity, I'm not about to let it slip through my fingers."

While flattered, Bella could not remain silent, and she tugged on Edward's arm until his gaze met hers. "Lord Whitlock is right. I don't think marriage is possible . . . if that's what you're referring to?" she finished with a whisper, embarrassed to be making such a presumption. It wasn't as if he'd proposed.

"Forgive me, Your Highness," the priest interjected. "But the young lady has a point. I'm not sure a marriage between the two of you would be strictly legal."

"Why?" Edward faced him. "Bella's guardian gave permission for her to marry in exchange for payment and without a thought to her stepdaughter's wishes or wellbeing, so I hardly think her opinion counts a great deal. Bella's not a child, and consent isn't an issue."

"I meant in terms of your royal duties." The elderly minister shrugged, the action incongruous considering his hastily donned tunic was askew. "I've no problem marrying the two of you, but won't you need your father's approval to receive official recognition?"

Bella's heart sank, though it was no less than she'd expected.

"If our marriage has been sanctified by a priest, that's good enough for me." Edward's chin jutted stubbornly. "My father has my support in all other regards. If he chooses to punish me for marrying the woman of my choice, then so be it. It wouldn't be the first time I've been cast out of home and country."

"Edward, no!" Bella's cry was echoed by Lord Whitlock, the man's expression bleak.

"You would leave Emmett as heir? Your father isn't a young man, Edward. He might not be on his deathbed like King Marcus, but he won't live forever. Your brother isn't half the man you are."

"I think you're underestimating Emmett, but that would be up to my father. I've made my decision and it's final, that is . . ." he turned to Bella, his features softening, ". . . if you want to marry me. I'm not sure what kind of future we'll have. It could contain anything from some degree of disgrace to ruling a kingdom one day. While I know you'll cope admirably with whatever comes our way, are you willing to take the risk?"

Her heart clamoured for her to say yes, loud and clear, while her conscience berated her for even considering the possibility. Torn, Bella's mouth opened and closed several times.

"Don't leave," Edward directed the priest then led her towards the back of the chapel. Facing her, he joined their hands, the tenderness in his expression weakening her already feeble resolve.

"I love you, Bella. I realise that's not normally a consideration when choosing a spouse, especially for one of my station. But now that I've found you, I won't… no, I refuse to live a lie and take another lady as my bride. I must warn you, if you reject me, I will follow you like the heartsick fool I am, begging if need be, until you take pity and say yes."

Bella laughed, an edge of hysteria to her voice. "But, Edward. What if you're not banished? I'll be a princess."

"My princess." He raised her hand to his mouth and brushed his lips over her knuckles. "And one day, though hopefully not for some time, my queen."

The idea should have been terrifying, but sensation sparked along her nerves at his touch, clouding her thoughts and rekindling the passion his kisses had ignited. "You think your father will approve?"

"He'd be mad not to, for there is no finer lady to be found in this or any other kingdom."

The sincerity in his tone battered the remnants of Bella's defences. She wanted what he was offering . . . love, passion, a life shared with the man she'd thought could only ever be hers in her dreams. But dare she risk it?

"I'll be with you every step of the way," Edward added, determination evident in his emerald gaze. "Please, Bella. I know it's asking a lot, as I can't say for certain what the future will hold. You don't know me very well, and I'll admit I can be a morose fellow at times."

Bella wavered, wanting nothing more than to be the one to put a smile on his face and ease the load when responsibility weighed heavily on his shoulders. But fulfilling the roles that might be required of her was daunting.

"I have little knowledge of court etiquette or politics," she said uncertainly. "I was a child when my papa died, and I've been a servant ever since. I fear I'll let you down."

"Not possible," he said with conviction. "You're brave, strong, and compassionate, having endured trials that would have crushed many men. We might have only spent a day and a night together, Bella, but it's more time than most men of my station get to share with their prospective spouses. I look forward to getting to know you better, your strengths, your weaknesses, and every little nuance of your personality. I just hope my own quirks don't drive you to distraction." He released one of her hands to run his fingers through his hair. "I'm not charming like Emmett. I've never been one to make the ladies laugh with my wit nor swoon with my passing. I certainly wasn't able to win over Rosalie, not that I tried very hard. I was too distracted, thinking of you," he admitted before his wry smile faded. "But if I'm mistaken, if I'm wrong in assuming you feel as I do. . ."

The insecurity in his tone silenced Bella's fears. She'd not long said the words, but it seemed her prince needed to hear them again. "I love you, Edward. I'm not much of one for swooning, but I can assure you I was sufficiently charmed during our stay in the forest."

"You were?" His expression lightened, reminding her of a small boy receiving unexpected praise. "I wasn't sure, as I caused you a lot of inconvenience."

"Well, now that you mention it . . ." Bella tapped a finger against her chin, unable to resist a little teasing ". . . you weren't the easiest of patients or house guests. But you did empty the chamber pot while I was out chopping wood, and you wrapped your blanket around me when the fire ran down. That shows character, especially since I don't imagine princes are required to perform chores or share with others. In fact, I suspect they're quite spoiled."

"Spoiled?"

His brows rose, and she reached up to murmur close to his ear. "Whatever your failings, I am confident your kisses will more than make up for them."

"Does this mean you'll marry me?"

The hope that appeared in Edward's eyes warmed Bella's heart. "Yes, Edward. If you're certain it's me you want, I will gladly marry you."

The words had barely left her lips when he wrapped his arms wrapped around her middle and lifted her in the air. Swinging her in a circle, he kissed her into insensibility once more.

"All right. That's enough of that, you two. We are on consecrated ground, you know." The priest's gruff voice broke through the sensual haze that had enveloped them, and Edward lowered her to the ground.

"She said yes!" His grin matched the triumphant tone of his words, and Bella giggled. You'd have thought she was the prize, not him.

"I don't think that was ever in doubt, Your Highness," the priest muttered dryly. "But it's getting late, and my old bones could do with a few more hours sleep before dawn. Shall we?" He gestured towards the front of the church where Alice and Lord Whitlock were waiting.

"If I'd known you would be marrying a prince tonight, I'd have made sure you were wearing a grander gown," Alice said, stepping forward and giving Bella a hug. "Or you could have remained in the one you wore to the ball."

"This one is perfect." Bella looked down at her cream and blue gown with its flowing sleeves and elegant skirt. A more modest affair than the red ball gown, it was far more suitable for the occasion.

"I agree. She looks perfect." Edward smiled at Bella then bowed in Alice's direction. "Madam Brandon, may I introduce myself? I'm Edward, and you have my undying gratitude for helping Bella. Your quick thinking in leaving a note with your nurse made all the difference in my reaching her in time."

"Don't forget about me." Lord Whitlock stepped forward. "I was part of the rescue, too, you know, subduing that big brute and making sure Lady Isabella's friend came to no harm." He bowed low over Alice's hand, and her cheeks bloomed with colour. "Lord Jasper Whitlock, Baron of Karonley, at your service. Is there a mister Brandon we need be concerned about, one who might fret over your absence?"

"No, there's no one. Just my daughter, Mary. I'm a . . . a . . . widow." Alice stumbled a little over the last breathlessly spoken word, and Bella was forced to stifle a giggle. It was a relief to know the handsome baron hadn't turned out to be in league with Edward's betrayers, though she imagined it would be some time before she heard the full story. For now, Lord Whitlock was busy charming her friend, quite effectively it seemed from Alice's dazed expression. As long as his intentions were honourable, Bella could think of nothing better than her best friend and Edward's forming an alliance. It was an idea she would have thought ludicrous mere hours earlier, but if a servant could marry a prince, why not a seamstress and a baron?

Bella had rarely allowed herself the indulgence of daydreaming about her wedding, fearing the reality would be such a bleak affair, she was only setting herself up for unnecessary heartache. The most she had hoped for was to marry a man who might be kind to her, even just a little. Never in her wildest imaginings had she pictured herself being wed in the middle of the night to a man she loved with all her heart, and who loved her in return.

"Shall we proceed?" the priest asked, and the two couples faced the altar. "The banns haven't been posted, but I'm assuming neither of you are already wed, carry any dread disease, or are being coerced?"

"No, Father," Edward and Bella said in unison.

"Very well. This part is supposed to occur at the church door, not before the altar, but I think allowances can be made." The priest's smile appeared genuine, but Bella was too nervous to return it. Edward didn't seem to share her trepidation, his smile barely contained despite the solemnity of the occasion.

Turning to Edward, the priest began. "Prince Edward, Crown Prince of Volterra, wilt though have this woman to thy wedded wife? Wilt thy love her, honour her, keep her and guard her, in health and in sickness, as a husband should a wife? Forsaking all others on account of her, wilt thy keep thee only unto her, so long as ye both shall live?"

"I will." Edward's voice rang true, and the priest turned to Bella before asking her the same questions.

"I will," she answered, relieved not to croak the words though her hands shook.

Next came the vows, and Bella's nerves settled a little when she was able to face Edward, first to hear him speak his and then to speak hers.

"I, Isabella Marie Swan," she repeated after the priest. "Take thee, Edward, Crown Prince of Volterra, to be my wedded husband, to have and to hold from this day forward, for better, for worse, for richer, for poorer, in sickness, and in health, till death do us part, if the holy church will ordain it: And thereto I plight thee my troth."

"Do you have rings or some other gift to exchange that I can bless?" the father asked.

"I . . . I don't have anything." Bella frowned, her heart stuttering at the unexpected obstacle.

"Here. You can use this." Lord Whitlock removed a gold and jewel encrusted ring from his finger and gave it to Bella. "It was given me by the King for service to the Crown."

"Are you sure?" Edward asked, and his friend clapped him on the arm.

"It's for a good cause, and don't worry. I'll find a way for you to repay me."

"I'm sure you will," Edward muttered while wresting a ring from his little finger. "This will be too big for Bella, but I can have it resized later. Will that be all right?" he asked the priest who nodded and took both rings. After praying over them he handed them back, and Edward reached for Bella's hand. While Demetri had briskly ordered her to remove her cape, she'd left her gloves on, the church unheated and the night air cool.

"Should I take them off?" she asked, embarrassed about displaying her work worn hands.

"No, that's all right." The priest nodded at Edward who gently clasped her left hand and slipped the ring on the fourth finger.

"With this ring, I thee wed," he declared, his eyes sparkling with a barely suppressed smile.

Taking his large and surprisingly warm hand in hers, Bella slid the ring Lord Whitlock had given her onto the fourth finger of Edward's left hand. It caught on his knuckle, and he had to help her force it over, his smile breaking free while her cheeks flushed.

"There you go," he murmured, the warmth of his gaze easing her chagrin.

"Thank you," she whispered before repeating his declaration—words she scarcely believed were real—in a slightly louder voice, "With this ring, I thee wed."

The priest then instructed them to kneel before the altar and prayed a blessing on their future life together. After echoing his amen, Edward stood and helped Bella to her feet, his hand gripping hers. She squeezed his in return, and they exchanged smiles.

"So that's it?" he asked, turning to face the priest. "We are wed?"

"You certainly are, Your Highness. I could make an announcement, but since the church is otherwise empty . . ." He spread his hands. "Have you given a thought to where you shall spend your first night as husband and wife?"

Edward put his arm around Bella's shoulder and pulled her close. "The local inn, I suppose, though I'm not thrilled about taking my bride to the same location where her abductors were staying."

Bella shuddered, sharing his sentiment. She'd been dreading the return to the rowdy inn where they'd collected Mr Felix before driving farther up the hill to the church.

"We could return to the palace." She looked up to Edward, who shook his head.

"Not yet. Not until . . ." Colour appeared on his cheeks, and she ducked her head when she caught his meaning. If the marriage wasn't consummated, his father might be able to have it annulled. A huff of breath escaped Bella's mouth as she considered the enormity of what they'd done. Refusing to go along with her stepmother's plans and making an escape had taken all her courage. Defying a king was a little more than she'd bargained for.

"It will be all right," Edward murmured, stroking her arm with his hand. "We'll find somewhere, your little cabin if necessary, but I'd rather we not return to the palace for a few days until my father's temper has had a chance to cool."

"You can't ride out to the cabin in the middle of the night." Lord Whitlock stepped forward. "It's pitch black in the forest, and regardless, it's not safe from Caius's marauders."

Before Bella could say it was all right, they could stay at the inn, the Father interjected.

"It's not fancy, but you're welcome to use the guest cottage at the rear of the manse. My housekeeper could supply your meals, and you need have no fear of her gossiping about your stay, as she knows how to keep a matter quiet. I'd make sure you were left in peace until you're ready to face your shared future," he added with a wry smile. "How does that sound?"

"Wonderful." Edward's smile returned, but Bella's was a little slower in appearing. She'd run the gamut of emotions this night and was finding it difficult to keep up.

She'd escaped her bonds, worn not one, but two glorious gowns, danced at a palace ball, been kissed by a prince, confronted by a princess, rejected by one king, and was responsible for a second one's collapse. She'd been abducted at knife point, saved from marrying a dreadful man only to be rescued, kissed once more, and then wed to the man of her dreams, a crown prince who she sincerely hoped wouldn't be forced to abdicate his position because of her. Now she was about to spend the remainder of the night with her new husband, consummating their unlikely union in a priest's cottage. Was it any wonder her head was in a spin?

Despite assuring Edward she wasn't prone to swooning, Bella's knees weakened at the same time as he was forced to release her to shake Lord Whitlock's hand. Fearing she might fall, Bella spread her arms only to be embraced by Alice.

"Just breathe," her friend murmured, "and promise you won't forget me."

"Never!" Bella followed her friend's advice and took a few steadying breaths, relieved to find her bearings. Seeing tears in Alice's eyes, she addressed her firmly. "Whatever happens, you're my best friend, and I promise that will never change. I can't thank you enough for helping me."

"It was my pleasure." Alice beamed before adding in a louder voice, "But why didn't you tell me the prince was so handsome? I might have made a play for him myself!"

Alice's smile—and the way she kept sending furtive glances Lord Whitlock's way—assured Bella her friend's words were spoken in jest. But she couldn't help feeling a little proprietorial, relieved when Edward reclaimed his hold on her and squeezing his waist in return.

"I'd say he's well and truly taken," Lord Whitlock said before lowering his voice. "But he's not the only gentleman in the vicinity if you're inclined to play."

Alice blushed, and Edward's brow creased in warning. "Jasper, you are to escort Madam Brandon home safely. Is that understood?"

"Of course." The baron spread his hands. "What safer place is there for a lady but upon my arm?"

Edward harrumphed, and Lord Whitlock widened his eyes, his expression all innocence. Bella might have been a little more convinced if she hadn't seen the wicked gleam return to his gaze when he glanced Alice's way.

"Will you be all right?" she asked her friend while they donned their cloaks, the hour late, and the priest hurrying them along.

"Perfectly," Alice said, raising her chin. "I know Lord Whitlock's sort, unable to resist the urge to flirt no matter the circumstance. But don't worry. I doubt he's seriously interested in the likes of me."

"Oh, I'd say he's interested," Bella murmured. "It's his intentions that concern me."

A flash of bleakness appeared in Alice's eyes, quickly hidden by her wide smile. "You let me worry about those. I'm more than capable of taking care of myself."

"As long as you're sure," Bella said, looking from her petite friend to the towering baron.

"Very." Alice kissed Bella's cheek then whispered close to her ear, "Enjoy yourself, and don't let your fears for the future spoil this special time. I have a feeling everything is going to turn out just fine."

Bella hoped so, and after waving goodbye from the front of the stone chapel, she turned to her new husband.

"Ready?" he asked, as the priest walked ahead with a lantern to guide them to the place where they would spend their wedding night.

"Most definitely." Bella took the arm he proffered, finding her smile once more.

A/N

Yay! They're married!

I did some research this week on Medieval wedding customs (the above marriage ceremony is supposedly accurate and surprisingly similar to modern customs) and I'm awfully glad I was born in the Twentieth Century. In Medieval times, girls were married off at twelve and had no say in who they wed, often a much older man. Divorce was available to men (if their wives committed adultery or were unable to perform sexually?) but not to women under any circumstances. The church decreed that sex could only occur for the purpose of procreation, on certain days of the week, in the dark, while clothed, and was not to be enjoyed! Thank heavens I write fiction not accurate historical novels, as I can guarantee our lovely couple will enjoy their wedding night. ;)

Thanks again for all the lovely reviews, and don't forget to check out the pictures on my facebook page if you're interested.

x Elise