Frigga had by now become an expert in planning rushed events. She had memorized the names of all the best flower-arrangers in the city, and could practically walk her way through planning a several-course meal and guest list in her sleep. All of her skills would be put to use to make sure the sudden wedding was a success.

Many of the nobles of the land were surprised when they received their invitations. After the attack on the main hall and confusion of Loki's previous engagement, they had not expected any royal celebrations so soon.

And yet it seemed the two lovebirds had no doubts at all about their plans, so it was far in the hands of anyone else to stop them.

Frigga had fussed when her son announced they wanted to be wed as soon as possible, worrying about finding a dressmaker who could work fast enough to fit their needs.

However, Cecelia had soothed her by telling her she already knew exactly who she wanted to make it.

And looking into the mirror, she knew she could not have made a better choice.

"Frija, it is beautiful," she murmured, twirling lightly so that the full skirt of lace and tulle flew out around her.

"It was an honor to make, princess," bowed Frija.

"Oh please stop with the formalities," laughed Cecelia, coming to a stop and throwing out her arms to steady herself from her dizzying spin. "And I am not a princess yet."

"You be soon, though." Frija reminded her.

A crash sounded behind them, and they both turned to find Astrior or bending over a pile of spilled sewing pins, carefully scooping them back into the clay pot they had just fallen out of.

"How is she doing?" asked Cecelia out of the corner of her mouth.

"Well enough, I suppose." shrugged Frija. "It's a lot to get used to, but she'll manage."

Cecelia nodded and glanced at the girl that, combined with her mother, had made her life a living hell for the past five years. She had been right in assuming Odin would not blame Astrior for Hela's crimes. Once being sure the young girl had no idea of the extent of her mother's plans, Odin pardoned her participation with Hela to try to woo Loki. Astrior was then offered a place at the palace, working as a seamstress. Since noblewomen all had to be trained in needlework, it seemed like a good place for her, having nowhere else to go. Frija, who had recently been promoted to Palace Seamstress after her stunning work of Cecelia's dress had been revealed, took Astrior or under her wing to train her.

Cecelia turned her back on her former foe and faced herself in the mirror again.

"How are you and Damian doing?" Cecelia asked, because she needed something to distract herself from the nerves forming in her stomach.

"We're doing just fine. He's such a sweet person, I love that about him." Frija got lost in her thoughts as she peered into an imaginary world. "And I love the sweet tarts he makes too," she added, shaking herself back into reality.

Cecelia laughed. "That is a happy advantage!"

Frija handed her a small bouquet of white, sweet-smelling flowers.

"Gardenias!" exclaimed Cecelia excitedly.

"Loki gave them to me to give to you," explained Frija. "He wanted to give them to you himself, but I told him it was bad luck to see the bride on her big day."

"Thank-you," smiled Cecelia. "I love Loki, but I do not know if I could stand seeing him right now."

"Are you getting cold feet?"

"No! Not at all! I'm just...not used to such a ceremony. I do not know how to prepare myself, or if I'll be ready to look the part."

"You look wonderful," assured Frija.

"Wonderful enough to be Princess of Asgard?"

"You always looked like that," laughed Frija. "From the first day you arrived, you carried yourself with a graceful air."

Cecelia laughed nervously. She began to fuss with her bouquet before Frija snapped at her to stop it or the flowers would look mussed. Cecelia smiled at that, grateful to have her friend here to help her prepare, and grateful she would be by her side through all the new challenges being a Princess would bring.

For the first time in her life at the palace, Cecelia was not late to the main hall. She still entered last, but she was right on time. Once everyone was in their seats, the guards flung open the double-doors in an elaborate manner, and all eyes turned to her in Frija's beautiful dress.

The musicians began to play, and Cecelia began her long walk down the aisle to be Loki's bride. She felt eyes upon her, felt them watching her, but this time it was different. This time she was walking towards Loki, certain, for once in her life, that everything was going to turn out happily for her.

She picked out Frija's happy face in the crowed, seated beside a cheerful Damian. She saw Astrior or a little ways down, and offered her a small smile. She saw Lord Igor a few rows up, flirting with a court lady. She was glad to see that he had not let his previous wife's unfortunate evilness stop him from living his life. Even if that meant his eyes were not solely on her on this day.

She saw Thor and Frigga and Odin, looking at her happily as she made her way past them. Lastly she saw Loki, and focused only on him the rest of her way down. His green eyes called to her magically just as they had when she had first met him. His power over her pulled her the rest of the way down the aisle as though she were a weightless bird flying back to its nest.

People told her later that the ceremony was beautiful, but she could not remember a thing from it. It all seemed to pass in an instant. One second she was looking into Loki's beautiful eyes, and the next he was kissing her, and people were cheering.

A/N-Only one more chapter till the story is over! I'm sad to be done, but also happy that I had you amazing readers along for the journey! Hope you enjoyed the happy wedding.