A/N: I've dedicated a bit of time onto getting all these chapters, between my multiple stories, out at once. Though admittedly I hoped to do so earlier but ended up with a bit of writer's block where I literally would sit in front of my laptop and have nothing come and what did would be immediately deleted because I hated it. Fortunately, it has lifted thanks to my beautiful little pup, Luna and her tendency to flick through Netflix since discovering the new mystery (for her) that we call a remote that changes the big flat rectangle we call a tv and shows other potential slaves to her big brown eyes and begs for a tummy rub. BTW, has anyone else noticed the really weird placements of some of these movies?

Now on to the Story

She ran into the forest, her little hands fisted into her skirts. It would not be long before her brother finished his counting should he have not already begun seeking her out. Her young mind sure he would not find her if she hid in the large oak just ahead which stood at the edge of the property. The corners of the child's mouth lifting as she saw the great oak before her for she knew it had a hollowed middle. She rounded the tree to enter its belly only to be sent careening to the ground. Looking up in surprise she saw fallen across from her a boy, one closer to her brother's eight years then her four. She looked upon him, taking in his dark brown near black hair and his eyes as blue as the cloudless sky. Unknown to her, he did the same and took in her honey brown hair, and big green-grey eyes. He found her to be the prettiest girl he had ever seen and wondered if, much like in the fairytales his mother told him before bed, she was a dream fairy for according to his mother while a dream fairy made sure you had not but pleasant dreams as one slumbered, and mother was never wrong, dream fairies were the prettiest of all. If she was than maybe he could keep her.

"Oh! Hello there, Ser Stefan. And how does my knight brave today?" the sweet voice of the ten year old brunette sounded.

"With justice, fair lady!" The seven year old boy stated loudly making her smile widely.

"I do not believe that is what she meant, little brother."

"Oh, if it is not Prince Damon. At last you have come, my prince!" He smirked down at her.

"Aye, my princess, I have arrived. Tell me, what injustice has dare befallen you? Tell me so I might smite it for daring to threaten your safety!" He exclaimed sending her into a fit of giggles.

She had finished her lessons and was returning to her chambers when she heard her name in passing and quickly sought a place to hide before dashing behind the window drapes which pooled around the floor ensuring her feet would also be hidden.

"-ryllis. I am unsure of how to speak with you on this, my friend." Her brother's voice clearing as they walked in her direction.

"Simple! Just say it, James."

"You like my sister in the way I do Miss Margaret Castle."

"You cannot be serious!"

"Think, Damon. We are fifteen and yet you allow her to pull you into the silly games she plays with your own brother, who is a child himself. And I shall not even bother to mention those ridiculous nick-names you have for her."

"They are not ridiculous!"

"You call her Snowflake! God be good, Damon! When you think there is no one else but the her in the room you call her YOUR princess of dreams! If you do not have feelings for my little sister, I will eat my shoe!"

"Well then get to chewing, James!" Damon voice demanded coldly. "I do not hold affections for a child. Especially, not one who is so clearly infatuated with my own brother!"

"That is it. Is it not?"

"What are you on about, now?"

"You think Amy will prefer Stefan." Damon's voice went unheard for many moments as she held her breath awaiting his answer.

"I do not know what you could ever possibly mean, James but it is late. I should be returning to my family's estate."

"Damon!" She listened and waited until she could no longer hear her brother chasing after him. Little did she know, her cheeks were quite red as she retired to her chambers.

It had been four years since she and James had last been to her family's estate in Mystic Falls, Virginia after returning to Ceuta [Spanish Territory on the north African coast along the boundary of the Mediterranean Sea and the Atlantic Ocean] after learning of their grandfather's illness. While he had held on for another two and a half years after their arrival it was hard to see the strong man they had known and heard so many stories of fall after finally being rid of the Cholera. His body unable to cope with the day to day strain. The epidemic had spread across not only the continent but worldwide, preventing them from traveling back home for fear of being further exposed and without the aid of a doctor. Their journey home after his arrangements were made was only postponed further when war broke out at the town borders. The fighting was pushed back into Morocco and the Spanish won but only after April 26,1860. They were on the first ship back to the states less then a month later.

He waited for her, their carriage to arrive every day. Phillipe and Marianna Maxwell also waited anxiously for the arrival of their only two children, neither having been seen in over four years. Letters were exchanged but there were those that had been lost and while a letter had arrived telling them when the siblings should be arrive should the ocean fare well there was no greater relief than that which was felt that first of July when a carriage pulled up outside the Maxwell estate and revealed a deeply tanned James followed by an equally tanned and much older Amaryllis. Damon's breathing halted as he caught her eyes. Gone was the little girl who left in her pink dress promising to write as often as she could. For now that girl has become a woman in a dual-colored feathered straw hat, a red ribbon bow necklace with a single gold charm hanging at her neck, and a grey and burgundy striped corseted cream gown with a live rose broach at her chest.

A/N: If you can see pic below imagine Megan Fox wearing her outfit as she steps out of the carriage.

She knew now she had returned home and was not only flowered but of well past the beginning of her birthing years she would have to marry. She wondered if they had begun seeking a suitor for her hand as of yet as she made her way to her father's office. She had just raised her hand to knock upon the ornate wooden door her father had carved himself when she heard his voice.

"She is seventeen, Marianna. She will be an old maid soon. People will begin to talk, they will question her virtue especially with how long she has been gone from us. You know this!"

"But she has only just returned to us!"

"I know, mi amore. This is not without challenge for me, as well. Amaryllis is my, our only daughter. To have to give her away to a man." His voice seemed to tighten. "I must wonder how your father did not hate me when we wed, let alone when we left with the children to settle here."

"Oh, my love, he did."

"Pardon?" Amaryllis quickly covered her mouth so as not to laugh at the surprise in her father's voice.

"Tell me now you are positive, sweet girl? If you are not set upon this betrothal, I swear to you, I will put a stop to this now an-" The young brunette interrupted the older quickly.

"Mother! I want this. I think I have since I first met him when I was but a little girl, playing hide and seek in the woods between our estates. What I feel when he looks at me. Mother, I have never felt such with anyone else. I know you favor John Gilbert for my hand but I do not think I could ever be happy with him. Content, perhaps? Yet . . . I know I would spend every day wondering, if I do not follow my heart now! If it is not Damon, then I wish to not marry . . . at all."

Wedding Appearance: Modest corseted lace gown with high lace neckline and long sleeves with semi-long train. Spanish wedding mantilla/veil worn on styled messy beehive bun with two side bangs revealed. Wildflowers for bouquet. Engagement ring is double halo with a princess cut diamond in white gold.

A/N: Collage will be up next chapter on Wattpad and Ao3 (if Fanfic want to see it, the story is published under the same title and name) along with the end of the wedding and of course it's most important part. Their vows. Unfortunately, it is likely also the arrival of Katherine.

It was the day of the wedding. Damon stood at the alter of the Fell's Church with Stefan as his best man as the pews filled. He fixed at Stefan's tie seeing it was crooked. "What would you ever do without me around, little brother?"

"Oh that is easy. I would simply call upon Amy to get you." He laughed and the corner of Damon's lip lifted.

"Enough, tomfoolery. This is a church, a house of worship not a bar Damon." Their father walked up from behind them. "Consider yourself lucky, boy. I planned on having the Maxwell girl marry Stefan, they would have made a fine couple. Unfortunate, that there must be something wrong with the girl for according to her father, he allowed the girl's input in her choice of suitor. Foolishness I say. She could have had her pick of the eligible men here in Mystic Falls, even your brother, and yet it is you she chooses." He says, lips curling. "Regardless, once this wedding is done with the Salvatore Mills will have an exclusive contract with the Maxwell Building Contracts. I'm proud of you, son. You were finally good for something." He said before walking to his seat.

"Damon."

"Stop fretting, Stefan." Damon said with a genuine smile. "Father, cannot ruin this day for me. Today, I marry the woman who I chose and whom chose me in return. Nothing will stop me from marrying Amaryllis and spending the rest of my life with her." Little did he know he would have but only a few years before her life would end as he was forced to watch.

"Father, what is it? Is there something on my face?" Her hand reached up and she rushed towards the mirror. Her father releasing a chuckle.

"No, my dear girl. I seem to have been struck with memories of you as a little girl. You always said you would never marry that way you could stay my little one forever. Yet here you are ready to walk to the alter. So much time has passed since then." Tears rose up in Phillipe's grey eyes.

"Oh, Papa." She rushed into his arms. "It does not matter how much time passes, I will always be your little girl. Be it when I was a babe kicking into this, a four year old who thinks all boys but her Papa are fools, or now as you walk me to the man that is to be my husband. I may not need you every day, for every little thing but I do need you. I need you to be my strong but gentle Papa. The man who raised me to know that I may be a woman but that does not mean I am worth less than any man. The man who taught me how to read, and write, how to shoot, and to kick a boy where the sun should not shine, should he dare lay a hand upon me. I will need you all my life Papa. After all, who else will hold back Mama about giving her grandbabies." Phillipe laughed loudly as the tears fell from his eyes and he grabbed hold of his little girl; holding onto her tightly and remembering a time when he was the only man she needed in his life. A time where she would run to him without a care for what another thought of it. Marianna may had raised her to be a lady but he raised her to be a survivor. His sweet girl would not die like his sister had. Neglected, beaten, or raped by the man their own father had wed her off to that she tied a noose around her neck and hung herself from the staircase after yet another miscarriage caused by Raul's beatings. No, this is why he let her choose. Let any who know call him a fool but his daughter would not die the way Estrella had.