Chapter 36-

Bang.

Ow.

Bang.

Ow.

Bang.

OW!

"I take it wedding planning went great." Isabella laughs. I wonder if how hard I have to do this before I pass out?

"Shut. Up." I tell her. Bang. Ow.

"If you keep hitting your head like that your forehead will be red. Don't you just love spending every moment of your day taking about flowers and wine and cake and seating and how straight your back should be when you sit and-" Was she asking to be punched? I'm at my limit. The last thing I want right now is to be taunted about my hardship.

"And don't you just love spending all day doing everything in your power to free the nine-hundred-fifty-one slaves we agreed too?" I deadpan. That ought to knock the smile right off her pretty little face. I pause to glance at her- never mind. One cheap shot wasn't enough to break her grin.

"It's going Okay." I roll my eyes. She grabs my waist and pulls me down into the soft grass with her. "Stop abusing your pretty head and sit with me."

We're in the garden. It was beautiful but I bet it would look even better if they didn't have a huge ass wall hiding the most of it from the public. Marie had allowed me a minute away from all her chaotic wedding planning to breathe some fresh air. I couldn't be more grateful but knowing I'd have to eventually return sucked. Today was the day of our wedding and instead of a break things just got busier. What kind of logic was that?

"What does OK mean? Does it mean that they've agreed and the building and handing out of homes can be done already?" She sighed.

"Ok means I'm working on it. It isn't that easy you know..." I knew, but I couldn't help but be impatient. Everyday those poor guys suffered, I can't wait to see the look on their faces when I tell them It will end, even if it is just few...Change is coming. "I'd much rather hear about wedding planning anyways."

And there goes my happy thoughts. "Whats the matter love? i thought you for one would be ecstatic to be playing with decorations and colors and just have a childishly good time..."

"I'd rather be doing other childish things..." Planning a wedding wasn't half as fun as they made it sound. I mean yes, there was the cake tasting- which means I was high off sugar all of that day- and that was fun and wine tasting- even more so fun- and the dress and materials and choosing what kind of flowers we wanted...and all that good stuff. Yes, it was alright but I'd rather be out exploring or something. Being stuck in the palace for the past two weeks wasn't what I considered exploring.

I wanted to dance in the city streets and play with the children and talk with the older people of Lotus and see what had to be done and how I could fix it... Those things were fun. Maybe after I was sure there was nothing left to do with this place I would enjoy and appreciate things like planning my union to Isabella more.

Plus it didn't help when Marie dragged me from corner to corner all day with breaks and expected me to do everything perfectly. Like drinking out of a wine glass, apparently there is an incorrect way to do it. Who cares? You're drinking either way aren't you?

"Don't you want to marry me?" She's teasing, but she does so with a straight face. It makes me feel a bit guilty. Maybe I was being a bit of a sour puss. I was getting married today. Smiles are suppose to be non-stop right?

"Of course i want to marry you..." She hugs me closer and kisses my cheek lightly.

"Yet you don't smile when I bring up the wedding. Tell My Love, is marry me a bother? Would you much rather skip over our wedding day and make our vows to one another in private. Without an audience? Without a stupid tight dress and sitting up straight and high heel shoes and whatnot?" My cheeks redden. The idea was so tempting. Then Isabella's voice was smooth and velvety and dripping with seduction. "I'd do it for you. We could take our vows to each other in bed, wrapped up in one another and sweaty and panting. We'd call them out like nymphomaniac whores call out their partners' name and no one would hear our words but us. They'd be sacred to us. Pure. Virgins to the ears of any other. We could start a new tradition. Our children would follow our lead. And their children after that. "

"No." I say. It was hard to do. Especially with an idea like that. She pauses and grins. "No. No. No. Absolutely not. I spent two weeks with Marie yelling at me. We are getting married today, traditionally. Maybe we could have our own little reception after all is finished, but too much planning has gone into this for us to just throw it out."

"Whatever you want then...But I will have you calling out my name at one point tonight."

"Or maybe it's you who'll be calling out my name."

She laughed and leaned down for a kiss, but before I could be in absolute heaven:

"Don't you know it's bad luck to be fraternizing with the bride before the wedding?" Brice. I grin up at him and Isabella pulls me closer to her as if she's protecting me from our old friend. "Kissing counts as fraternizing."

"Brice!" I squeal. I would break Isabella's tight hold to hug him if I could, but my Lycan is too strong.

"Kissing does not count as fraternizing!" Isabella shoots back.

"It does so. It's physical contact. Which you should not be making. You shouldn't even be seeing her at the moment." He puts his big hand over my head and shakes, effectively messing up my hair. "How do you do shortie?"

"Never better. It's nice to see you again."

"It's always a pleasure seeing you as well. I take it all is ready for us to have a good time tonight?"

"Of course. My love has worked very hard to make everything perfect, hasn't she?" I smile as Isabella nuzzles my neck. Okay, so maybe that's what I'll get out of this- Pride.

"That's nice. I actually have a surprise for the two of you...I've brought someone along." I don't know where I found the strength to rip out of Isabella's arms and into that of the giant man that is Brice, but I did.

"I love surprises. Well, good surprises...What is it? Who it is?"

"It's my son. Emmett." He nods to the side to show the direction a which I should be looking. Humph.

How the hell did I miss him?

The boy- Emmett- has to be easily six feet tall, with his father's curly hair and strong muscular features. His eyes are dark and and he has Brice's playful smile.

Based on his size alone it hard to believe he actually wasn't a Lycan.

He wore the red armor that all the guards of Bloodrose wore and carried two swords on his hip.

"Forgive him. I told him those wouldn't be needed but I guess he's just excited. Emmett here just made his uncle's Kings council and guardsman."

The boy smiled and outstretched his hand. "Ciao, Regina Alice" His tongue was different though. I raised a questioning eyebrow. His accent was thicker than his fathers and his tongue strange and unfamiliar.

"Lei dice ciao. Alice non parla italiano. Perdonami, ma รจ scivolata la mia mente a lei" Isabella replied fluently. Emmett smiled and nodded. "Emmett does not speak Greek?" She glared at Brice.

"Your wife does not speak Italian?" Brice sassed back Isabella rolled her eyes. Emmett took the liberty of picking me up and spinning me around as a hello instead, while my wife and his father bickered.

Well, at least I can tell he's friendly.

So if you guessed Greece, you were correct.

And yeah, Bloodrose is italian. When they took that trip(To see Carlisle)- That should have taken months. I didn't make that clear. I'm sorry.

So this isn't ancient Greece. But it isn't modern either. It's somewhere in the middle. Clearly, they are still developing. As is Bloodrose. The rest of clans will come into play later.

SO YAY FOR EMMETT.

We actually get meet him finally.

And YAY for weddings.

Which will be here over the weekend.

I had nothing to do today, what better way to spend a minute than on this site?

I'm still getting used to school and being away from this site.

Anyways.

Special thanks for you-know-who-you-are(Not sure if it's okay to call you out) for the quad bike.

Now I don't have to be awkward...I can be badass...

Hell ya.

Love you guys.

Till next time.

*Drives away super awesome on a quad bike*