Isabella climbed out of the bathtub. Today was her wedding day, the day where she would be marrying into the English royal family. She would always be the Scottish Queen, only now her Queendom will be gaining a King.
Once she was out, she pulled on her chemise and drawers, before waddling over to the bedchamber. Today, her stockings were white silk with lace trim. The shoes were white with a white lace flower in front.
Once she was dressed, they slid her dress over the undergarments. It was so beautiful, and now fixed so that it fit Bella better. It was all white, floor-length, with a see-through lace neckline, and long sleeves. The whole entire dress was made of lace. She had a silver tiara, beaded belt, and silver diamond earrings.
Once she was dressed, she was taken over to the vanity where her hair and makeup was done. Then her makeup was done, just as Esme and Alice came in, dressed and ready to go, just like Isabella.
"Isabella, you look stunning." Esme gushed out.
"Thank you,"
"You look like a goddess! The goddess of all beautiful people and royals." Alice told her.
The future English Princess giggled.
"Your full name is Isabella Mary Catherine Francine, right?" Esme asked.
The Scottish Queen nodded. "Yes. Isabella because it means beauty, Mary after my mom, Catherine after my grandmother, and Francine after my dad."
"How wonderful. So great to honor your family. Anyways, I must be on my way." Esme said. Esme hugged her in reassurance, and kissed her cheek before leaving the room.
Isabella looked at herself in the full-length mirror. She looked so beautiful. Edward really would be drooling, though she doubted it. She's seen a portrait of her mother and father on their wedding day, and she looked exactly like her mother, minus the ears, hair style and smile.
Isabella left the room, anxious.
She walked down the grand steps, across the palace, to the front doors, down the steps, and into her lavender carriage. The driver helped her in, and she sat down, sighing, just as the carriage started to drive through the streets to the Westminster abbey cathedral.
The people lined the streets, trying to get a glimpse of their future Queen. Isabella waved out the window, as was her job. The people cheered for her.
The carriage stopped in front of the massive cathedral, the shadow of the tall spires at the front of the church casting them in shadow as Isabella accepted the steward's hand to assist her out of the carriage. Alice and Angela were right behind her, adjusting the hem of her dress.
She walked up the steps to the Cathedral's door. Alice and Angela fussed with Isabella's mother's dress and hair before placing the long flowing gossamer veil atop her head, affixing it with her mother's tiara before pulling the front portion forward to conceal her face, as was tradition. They both hugged her, handing her the bouquet that was waiting for her in the vestibule where she prepared to begin the walk that would seal her fate.
A steward manning the door, opened it with a flourish, and Isabella stepped through quickly.
Alice and Angela walked behind her as she walked down the long aisle to where Edward was. She walked up the few steps to where the cardinal and Prince were. She looked into the crowd and beamed when she saw her Uncles, James and Bash, in the rows of pews.
"Your royal majesty?" The cardinal asked.
"Oh, I'm sorry." Isabella said before the rest of the ceremony finished.
Once the prayers, liturgy, vows, and exchange of rings were done, they signed the marriage contract before Edward kissed Isabella on the lips.
The official proclamations were made as the group of bride and groom, along with their parents and extended family members, exited the room. Edward helped his new wife into the carriage before he got in himself. He was now Edward, King consort of Scotland, Prince of England. Isabella was now Isabella, Queen of Scotland, Princess of France and England, future Queen of England.
As the carriage started moving, the people cheered. They had a new future Queen, who already knew what she was doing. Isabella waved her hand while Edward just held her by the waist.
The carriage stopped at the doors of the court, the carriages of their family right behind them. Edward stepped down, holding out his hand to assist Bella.
Once they were inside, Isabella ran over to where her half-uncles were. James, Earl of Moray, and Sebastian de Poitiers.
"Hi!" She cried, hugging James before Bash. James was her illegitimate maternal half-uncle, Bash her illegitimate paternal half-uncle. James had been her regent-- turned-advisor. And one of her most trusted ones. Sebastian taught her how to defend herself, such as how to fight with a sword, or skin to skin, and how to use a bow and arrow, as well as pagan sayings to keep her alive. He had helped her father during his reign.
"Isabella," James breathed.
"You look like your mother on her wedding day." Her uncle Bash said.
"And this must be your new husband." He looked at Edward. "He's…..okay, I suppose."
"Will he take a mistress?"
"No plans to." Edward said.
"Well, welcome to the Stuart-Valois family, Prince Edward." James said.
"Thanks."
"Hey, men and Queen, let's go make the appearance at the banquet, shall we?" Duchess Esme suggested.
"Yes, we shall."
Edward held his hand out, and led her into the banquet room.