Had a dumb idea for a gen-swap chapter. I may or may not reuse story beats from this down the line for a Donsy idea I had that I'm still trying to work out in my head. By the way, purely inspired by a single line from Della in the second gen-swap chapter I did and the fact I wanted to have some fun and mess with you guys. More good news is that this is a longer chapter.

Also shenanigans, evil Iris, and the first (and only) appearance of the girls' father. I do not plan on putting him in the story later.

"I'm sorry. You want us to what."

"Get married."

June and Louie both stared at Scrooge in confusion and horror.

"What do you mean, get married?" June snapped and Louie seemed taken aback by the hostility in her voice. She noticed and took a deep breath. "Louie, I love you, but I don't know if marriage is the best thing for us right now. This is still kinda new."

"You're not actually getting married," Scrooge sighed. "Look, there's a lost artifact that we've been searchin' for and it's located in a castle."

"I'm still not understanding," Louie replied.

"The owner of the castle doesn't want it open fer tourists. Instead she'll only let people in if they're having their wedding there. That's where you two come in. You'll pretend to be getting married and while we're all staying in the castle we can find the blasted thing. Then you can break off the engagement and we'll get our money back."

Both young adults stared at him for a minute, then June shook her head to snap herself back to reality.

"You want to run a scam? On that poor woman?"

"June, she owns a castle and charges ludicrous prices to rent the place out. I doubt she's poor."

"That's not the point! This is a scam!"

"Actually…" Louie mused.

"Don't tell me you're actually considering it."

"Look, we both know we're probably gonna get married one day, so this could be a practice run for our families. Besides, how else are we supposed to get in there? Break in?"

"Fair enough."

"I'm askin' you two because honestly, it's the most believable."

"He's got a point," June admitted. "I mean, Huey still goes tongue-tied around Gos at the worst possible moments. Not that you don't, but it's fewer and far between. And they haven't been together that long."

"There. Ya see?"

"You've already made the reservations, haven't you," Louie deadpanned.

"Yes, I have." He reached into his pocket and pulled out a ring that he handed over to Louie. "Pulled this out of the Bin this morning for you two to use as a temporary engagement ring. Take care of it."

"I just have one more question: do we tell our families this is fake?" June asked quietly. Scrooge sighed.

"Yer thinkin' about yer mum, aren't ya?"

"Yeah. And my dad and sisters. If they found out about this…"

"Tell 'em the necessary bits. But tell them to keep it a secret. Like it or not, F.O.W.L is also gonna be gunnin' fer the Lyre of Seasons. It has the power to control the weather, and few know it exists at all. You two figure out how to make this look good, all right?"

"Got it." Louie slipped the ring to her (it was a modest little thing that worked for her as a fake engagement ring) and she slid it on her finger as they exited Scrooge's office at the Bin.

"How long until Della notices?" June inquired half-jokingly.

"That's an oddly specific question," Louie chuckled nervously.

"She's already asked me a couple times when I'm going to officially be her aunt."

"Oh, jeez."

"Relax, Lionheart. We'll just explain it to her that this isn't a real engagement."

"Yeah, but who's gonna tell her?" The elevator arrived at the lobby level.

"I say we shove that job off on Huey and to make him feel better we let him plan this thing."

"Ah, June, I knew I loved you for a reason."

She rolled her eyes and they got out to the car. Pensively she held up her left hand. The ring glittered even in the dim light of the parking garage and she knit her eyebrows together.

"I guess I should call my dad and my sisters."

"You can do it on the drive home. I'll even talk to April."

"Louie."

"What? We all know that she's… a little bit of a diva."

"Fair enough." She shrugged and handed her phone to her boyfriend/fake fiancé. "Call April first, then."

He did, the ringing permeating throughout the car as June pulled out onto the bridge. April picked up on the fourth ring.

"Junie! What a surprise!"

"Hey, April. So, I have some news—"

"Hang on. Let me put you on speaker. May and Daddy are here."

Louie froze and sank down in his seat, hoping to disappear. Verne Duck was not the biggest fan of his youngest daughter's boyfriend, something he'd made no secret of the couple times that the two had met since they started dating.

"June Bug!" Verne greeted her warmly.

"Hi," May added.

"Hi, Daddy. Hi, May!"

"So, what's your news?"

"Well…" She glanced over at Louie. "I'm here with Louie right now, and the short of it is we're getting married."

"OH MY GOSH!" screamed April, forcing Louie to scramble for the volume knob. "MY BABY SISTER IS GETTING MARRIED!"

"April, calm down and let me finish. It's a very complicated situation and no, Dad, I'm not pregnant."

"Good. I'm not ready to be a grandpa again."

"How is it complicated?" May asked.

"There's a castle that has a rare artifact hidden within its walls," Louie explained. "The owner of the castle won't let people inside unless it's for weddings being held there."

"I bet you talked her into it for a laugh."

"DAD."

"Sorry, June Bug."

"Scrooge came up with the plan because someone else is going for the artifact and it'll be really bad if they get their hands on it."

"So it's a scam," May stated.

"A little, yes. But it's for a good reason."

"Just tell us when to be there!" April squealed. "Real wedding or not, it'll be good practice for when you get married for real! Oh, and don't forget to send me a picture of the ring, Junie. I'm sure it's got to be gorgeous!"

"I will."

"Llewellyn, take care of Junie," Verne warned.

"I will, sir. I care about her a lot and I won't let anything happen to her. Besides, I think she can take care of herself."

They pulled up to the gate and began the drive to the top.

"See to it you do."

"We'll see you guys there!" May chirped.

"Love you all! Bye!"

"Bye," Louie added before hanging up. "And your dad still doesn't like me."

"Might I remind you what happened to May?"

"Ah. Right. I still wanna punch that guy. Or get Dewey to do it."

June put the car in park in its spot and they got out. She quickly took a picture of the ring to send to April before they walked up to the house. Louie slipped his hand into hers then took a deep breath.

"You ready?" Her tone was concerned but warm.

"Yeah. Time to tell the family."

They entered the house and almost immediately…

"INCOMING!"

Foam darts came flying through the air and June ducked, the projectiles suctioning to the now closed door. Della was the guilty party, grinning sheepishly from the doorway before she was tackled by Donald.

"I win!" he declared.

"Ah, but I have a partner! Get him!"

More darts came out of nowhere and hit Donald, knocking him to the floor. He let out a groan of disappointment.

"Hey, June!" Webby greeted the mechanic, lifting her night-vision goggles. "Hey, Louie!"

Della leapt up to go hug her favorite aunt. As June hugged her back, however, Della immediately felt the cool metal of something on June's left hand. She backed away, her eyes landing on the ring. Her mouth dropped open and she let out a scream that brought her father and other uncle racing into the room with Mrs. Beakley, all three looking ready to defend the family at any costs.

"Della, what's wrong?!" Huey gasped.

"UNCLE LOUIE AND AUNT JUNE ARE GETTING MARRIED!" she squealed, hopping around excitedly.

"WHAT?!" everyone yelled in complete shock.

"You're getting married?!" Dewey yelped.

"When did you ask her?" Huey asked.

"Is Aunt June moving in permanently?" Donald added.

"How long until the wedding?" Webby sighed dramatically.

"One at a time, please," June requested, backing away slightly. Mrs. Beakley frowned.

"This is quite sudden. You haven't been together that long."

"Well, the situation isn't… quite like that," Louie admitted. "This isn't a real engagement."

Della's face fell.

"It's not?"

"We need to get into a castle and the only legal way to do it is by having a wedding there, so Uncle Scrooge asked me and June to… pretend to be engaged."

"Aw." Della looked disappointed, so June gave her a hug.

"It's a practice run," she whispered into the little girl's ear conspiratorially. Della's face brightened again.

"So what, we're just inviting the family?" grumbled Huey.

"No, we need it to be convincing. June's sisters and dad already know and they're relatively onboard. April nearly blew out my eardrums from how loud she was on the phone."

"To make it look good," June added, standing upright, "we need someone to plan it. Huey?"

"Wait, you want me to plan your sham wedding?"

"Do it!" yelled Della.

"Well, I'm not a fan of lying…"

"If we don't get to the thing, F.O.W.L will," Louie told his oldest brother. "This is to keep them from getting their hands on it."

"I guess I'll try." June's phone buzzed and she checked it.

"Oh, and April's already booked tickets for her and May to come to Duckburg to help me go wedding dress shopping." She grit her teeth. "I told her this wasn't real."

"I suppose we should all start preparing," Mrs. Beakley cut in. "Mr. McDuck will want it to happen as soon and as cheaply as possible."

Two weeks later they were in Ireland, on the road to the castle that sat on the western coast. Standing at its entrance was a dove with long silvery hair, smiling broadly as she extended her arms to welcome them.

"Hello! Welcome to Branwen Castle!" she stated as they exited the car.

"Wow…" whispered Webby, looking up at its high walls and gorgeous frame.

"My name is Rose. I presume you are the wedding party?"

"Yes, Miss Rose," Scrooge replied.

"This isn't all of your guests, correct?"

"Oh, no. Some will be arriving a little later."

"In that case, let me show you to your rooms."

They followed her inside, their luggage being brought in by mysterious footmen who'd seemingly materialized out of nowhere. She held out her arms as she opened the door.

It was everything you'd expect a well-kept castle to be—large, luxurious, and beautiful. Scrooge was reminded of Castle McDuck if he was being honest. Or perhaps McDuck Manor itself. At any rate, Rose stopped and turned to face them.

"Branwen Castle has stood here for over eight hundred years," she explained. "While it's changed hands many times over those eight centuries it fell into my family's care nearly a century ago. We've worked to maintain it and as a part of that, I chose to make it only available for visitation to those who are willing to be wed within its walls."

"According to legend," whispered Webby to Della, "Branwen was the goddess of love, beauty, spring, and inspiration. She protected married women and was even known for breaking up bad couples to give the women a fresh start."

"So romance castle."

"Yep!"

"Cool."

"Now, for your rooms…" Rose continued.

Within ten minutes, Della was jumping on the bed in her room while Webby unpacked her suitcase. Once they were unpacked they headed downstairs, where Rose showed them a small area full of toys and games for children—even video games.

As more guests arrived (April, May, Verne, Downy, Fergus, Gladstone, Fethry, Violet, Daisy, Gyro, Fenton, Manny, Launchpad, Gosalyn, and Drake), Della couldn't help but think what a shame it was for this to not be a real wedding. Louie emerged from upstairs and caught the eye of Downy immediately, who rushed to hug her grandson.

"Oh, Louie!" she crooned, squeezing him tightly. "I'm so happy for you! It's only once in a lifetime you find your person and you found her."

"If that son of ours hadn't kept ya tied up with work ya might've found her sooner," Fergus muttered.

"Maybe," Louie agreed as Downy released him.

"I'd love to meet her! Where is she?"

"Upstairs, I think. I haven't seen her since Rose shoved us off to different rooms. I'm sharing with Huey and Dewey for the first time since we were kids." He pulled out his phone and texted her. "She'll be down in a minute."

June came downstairs with Scrooge and Donald in tow. Scrooge was analyzing what he could about the castle to figure out the location of the harp but that all went out the window as soon as his parents saw him.

"Hello, Mummy, Daddy," he greeted the two.

"Scroogie! And Donald! And…" Downy's eyes went to June, who fidgeted nervously. "Who is this lass?"

"Granny, Grandpa, meet June. My fiancée," Louie stated, going to slip his hand into hers.

"Oh, isn't she just lovely?" The matriarch of the McDuck Clan grasped June's right hand between hers. "Welcome to the family, dear. I hope our Llewellyn treats you well."

"Lionheart and I are just happy you could make it, Mrs. McDuck."

"Please, call me Granny! After all, you're marrying my grandson!"

June laughed a little and Downy and Fergus disappeared down a hall as Rose came to show them where they'd be staying. Scrooge let out a breath he hadn't even known he'd been holding in.

"Good work, lass," he told June. "Keep it up."

"Your mom did most of that."

"Aye, but that's what my mum does. She knows how ta keep it upbeat. My dad, on the other hand… he's an old curmudgeon."

"Seems it runs in the family, Scroogie."

He froze and looked to see Goldie O'Gilt standing in the corner, leaning against the wall. Della gasped and she and Webby stopped playing their game to watch what was happening.

"Goldie. What are ya doin' here?"

"Relax. It's not a con, I swear. I was invited to come here."

Louie chuckled nervously, June squeezing his hand to reassure him. Goldie walked up and began looking June over. She smiled a little.

"You'll make a beautiful bride, honey. Fitting for the girl who managed to nab him."

"Thank you, Goldie," Louie sighed. "I'll be honest, I wasn't entirely sure you were going to come."

"And miss your wedding? Sharpie, why would I do that?"

He raised an eyebrow and she shrugged.

"Lovely place, though. I'm guessing there's some kind of treasure hidden here." Her eyes went to Scrooge.

"Harp of Seasons. Hoping ta get it before F.O.W.L."

"Ah, a wedding of opportunity. Well done." She clapped in approval.

"Miss O'Gilt?" Rose greeted her, walking up. "Please follow me."

"Yes, ma'am."

"I can't believe you invited Goldie," Scrooge muttered to Louie.

"First of all, Huey was in charge of the invitations. Second of all, if we hadn't, she'd have found out and come anyway."

Scrooge raised a finger to object, then shut his mouth.

"Fair enough. Keep an eye on your valuables, though."

"We made it in."

Iris set down her knapsack and cringed as Steelbeak tumbled after her, landing hard on the floor.

"Be quiet," she chided him. "We can't let that castle owner know we're here."

"Whatever. Why can't we just come in as tourists and wander away from the tour group?"

"Because the castle is only open for weddings, not tourists. Did you not pay attention to the briefing Bradford gave?"

"Uh…" She rolled her eyes and they could hear talking in the next room. Iris cracked the door open and saw none other than Louie Duck talking to his niece.

"Shoot. Scrooge's people are already here."

"What? How'd they get in if it's only open for weddings? This is dumb."

"Sh. I'm trying to listen." He crossed his arms.

"Uncle Huey said you'd be nervous about it."

"Della, of course I'm nervous. She's amazing and I'm still shocked she agreed to this. We haven't been together that long."

"But she's your soulmate!" Della's eyes were wide with excitement.

"Just enjoy yourself this week, kiddo. Let me worry about my nerves."

"If it makes you feel better, Aunt June is nervous about getting married, too."

Iris froze as Louie and his little niece walked off. She quickly closed the door and fell against it, arms splayed as her eyes were wide open with shock.

"There is a wedding. The green one is getting married… to my daughter."

"No way! You have kids!"

"Three girls. If my youngest is getting married that means her father and sisters are here, too. This mission just got a lot more difficult."

"You stay here, then."

"Nope. You punch first, ask questions later. There's a lot of mystery around this castle, especially regarding intruders, and we can't risk being seen."

"Whatever. What if we pose as guests?" She blinked and snapped her fingers.

"See? This is what happens when you think. That's brilliant. I am the mother of the bride, after all. You can be my plus-one."

She slipped back out the way they'd come and they went around the front, knocking on the door. A small dove opened it and blinked in surprise.

"We're here for the wedding," Iris told her.

"You are? I don't believe you're on the guest list."

"But I'm the mother of the bride. I have a right to be here." The woman narrowed her eyes, looking Iris and Steelbeak up and down.

"I'll let you in. But no shenanigans or I'll have you thrown out in an instant. I'm guessing your relationship with your daughter is less than ideal."

"Yes, unfortunately, we had a falling out." They followed the woman inside. "I just want to see my youngest married."

"Well, I'm afraid there's only one room left so you'll have to share." The woman smirked in a way that implied she knew more than she was letting on. "That won't be a problem, will it?"

"Not at all!" Steelbeak replied. "C'mon, Iris."

They headed upstairs.

Dinner had arrived, everyone seated around the massive table in the castle's dining hall. Rose's mysterious servants, none of whom ever spoke, walked around attending to the guests. Even when Della tried to talk to one of them, they said nothing and simply walked away to fill Scrooge's cup.

The door to the dining hall opened and June choked on her food when she saw who walked in. Her father leapt to his feet, eyes narrowed and blazing with fury.

"Iris…" he growled.

"Calm down, Verne," she sighed. "I'm here for Junie's wedding, same as you."

"Of course you are," Scrooge muttered sarcastically. Louie had his hand in June's, making sure she was okay as she began breathing heavily.

"I have made it clear to Ms. Duck and Mr. Steelbeak that they are to behave," Rose stated, walking into the room. "If they do not, I will have them thrown out in an instant and they will not be able to regain entry."

"I'm starving!" Steelbeak spoke up, sitting down next to Donald. The boy scooted away from him. "Hey, it's the little brawler! Excited about your uncle getting married, huh?"

"Uh… yeah…?" Donald looked uncomfortable, and the parts of those assembled who'd fought Steelbeak before were giving him looks of distrust.

Iris, on the other hand, took the only other available seat… which happened to be directly next to her ex-husband. Verne glared at her and she glared right back before grabbing what she was going to eat. June got up from the table and left without a word, Louie immediately getting up to follow her. Della attempted to do the same, but Dewey grabbed her arm and shook his head.

"Let Louie handle this," he whispered.

Outside the room, June was hyperventilating and leaning against the wall, slowly falling to a sitting position. Louie crouched beside her, holding her against him and trying to help her calm down.

"It's okay. June, breathe. Just breathe. Deep breaths." She inhaled deeply and exhaled, repeating a few times until she was back to relatively normal. "Okay. Listen. Don't let her get to you. Just focus on what we're doing here."

"Last time I saw my mother, we fought. She almost threw me off a building. How could she think showing up here was just fine for her to do?"

"She's a member of F.O.W.L. They're not exactly the most mentally sound bunch."

"True."

"The only thing is that we might have to keep this up a little longer than we thought. But I can do that."

"I think I can manage, too." She rested her head on his shoulder. "Besides, I don't think my dad will let her anywhere near me."

"Does he know what she did?"

"Yeah. That was the point where he told me that he never wanted her to come home."

"Well, at least your dad and I have that in common." She giggled and they stood back up, heading into the dining hall once again.

"Are you okay?" Della asked her aunt.

"I'm fine, Dells."

"Good."

June sat back down, trying to enjoy the rest of her meal.

The next couple days passed in a flurry of activity of trying to keep Rose convinced that yes, this was a very real wedding that was totally going to happen. And it seemed to be working. Verne refused to let Iris near June, as his youngest daughter had predicted. Daisy spent time bonding with her biological mother and grandfather while avoiding her grandmother because, oh yeah, Iris was her grandmother.

Scrooge, on the other hand, spent as much time as possible searching for the Lyre of Seasons. Dewey and Donald were helping him out since Huey and Della were both occupied with the 'wedding' planning. The day before the supposed ceremony was a rehearsal, which many of the guests looked nervous about. Verne walked June down the aisle towards Louie.

"All right," Rose stated from her place at the front. "Now is time for the vows…"

Louie's stomach twisted. Not from how close they were cutting it or the fact that Scrooge somehow had not yet found the lyre, but because part of him didn't want this to be fake. He wanted to marry June for real and that thought was terrifying because how do you bring up the fact that you want what was supposed to be a fake wedding to be your real one? He hadn't even given June a proper proposal (not that she'd appeared to care at the time).

"Llewellyn?" Rose asked. Her pronunciation of his name was strange. "Would you like to go first?"

"Uh, yeah. Just, uh, give me a second."

He hadn't prepared anything. He had thought Scrooge would've found the blasted thing by now and they'd be back in America. June gave him a gentle encouraging smile that made his stomach twist into knots all over again. Somehow he found the words and took a deep breath.

"June, when we were kids, I had a crush on you," he began. "A really big crush. And then we didn't see each other for over twenty years after you moved away. You came back into my life and suddenly those old feelings came rushing back, too. What started as a childhood crush became falling head over heels for you as an adult. You're smart and talented and beautiful and kind and… honestly, I'm a little scared for anyone who tries to hurt this family while you have a wrench in your hand." She laughed and April barely managed to stifle a squeal in the background. "I'm excited for what the future holds, and for you to officially join this family. Because I love you, June, and I want to spend the rest of my life with you."

June had a couple of tears in her eyes as she smiled at him, then she wiped some away.

"Jeez, how do I follow that up?"

"Just speak from the heart," Rose encouraged.

"Okay." She took a deep breath. "We were both the youngest in our families back when we were kids, and I think that helped us bond. You were always there supporting me, even when I crashed into you while testing my skates or broke my ankle doing tricks. It was hard to leave you behind but we found each other again. You've helped me find my footing and a job I truly love, not to mention a much bigger family that I never knew I needed until I had it. It means… a lot… that I'm able to be a part of all this when I was feeling alone for so long. Louie, I… I think you're one of the best people in the world and the fact that you want me to marry you is just still so unbelievable. But here we are, and I can't wait to start the rest of our lives."

"Well said, both of you," Rose complimented.

"Rings would come next," Huey stated, wiping tears from his eyes. "Then you'll be pronounced husband and wife and you'll kiss."

"Yeah, we know how it works, Huey," Louie snorted, rolling his eyes.

"I'm just saying. Anyway, that should just about do it. From there it's just a walk back down the aisle and the reception."

"So we're done?" June asked.

"Pretty much, yeah. Rehearsal dinner's not for another two hours. Go rest up because it's going to be long. Della and Dewey both insisted they're making speeches and Uncle Scrooge decided he was going to as well."

June nodded and everyone filed out of the room. She quickly grabbed Louie by the wrist and pulled him down the hall into a closet.

"What are you doing?" he whispered as he pulled on the chain to turn on the light.

"I can't do this."

"Do what?"

"A fake wedding. I can't do it."

"It's a little late for that!"

"No. I mean I don't want it to be… fake." She stared down at her feet, her hands fidgeting nervously. "I want to marry you for real. We both know we want to get married so why not make it real?"

He blinked and she froze, looking a little panicked.

"I know it's dumb and I know you're probably going to say no so I'm sorry for even bringing it—" She was cut off as he kissed her. When they broke apart, he held her close to him.

"Why would I say no?" he chuckled. "I, uh, was thinking the same thing."

"Oh. Sorry for freaking out."

"It's fine. Don't apologize." He took a deep breath. "Give me the ring."

"What?"

"If we're gonna do this for real, you're getting a proper proposal."

"In a closet?"

"It's just for us. As far as anyone else is concerned, I proposed to you at the Bin and not in a closet the day before our wedding."

She laughed, slipping the ring off her finger and handing it to him. He got down on one knee as best he could and held it up.

"June Duck, will you marry me… for real?"

"Yes, for real." He slid it back on her finger and she hugged him, laughing all the while. They stood back up and headed out to go let the family know about the change in plans.

"I'm sorry, you two are what?"

"Getting married for real," Louie repeated, squeezing June's hand.

"But what about not being ready? That was your entire hang-up about this plan!"

"Things change," June replied. "We know we want to spend the rest of our lives together and we have everything set up, so why not do it?"

"Because…" Scrooge faltered.

They had a point. There really didn't seem to be any reason to not go through with it now. Besides, it would be nice to see one of his nephews married to someone they loved who truly loved them back. Not like Dewey, who'd been left a heartbroken single father by that… he shook his head.

"Fine. But you'll have to let the others who knew the plan know."

"We will. Thank you, Scrooge."

"I think at this point you can call me Uncle Scrooge, lass."

"Well then, thank you, Uncle Scrooge." She gave him a hug and he smiled back.

Of course the rest of the guests were okay with the change in plans, even June's father. Verne only warned him to never hurt June, something that Louie had no problem agreeing to. And now that the wedding was real, it actually gave Scrooge more time to try and find the lyre before the ceremony.

However, the next morning, it was cloudy and storming. A bad omen for a wedding, usually. Scrooge went to speak to Rose, only to find her climbing the stairs to the roof with a box in her arms. She beckoned for him to follow and on the roof she opened the box to pull out… the Lyre of Seasons.

"You came to see this, didn't you?" she asked.

"Y-yes! How did you know?"

"I know many things, Scrooge McDuck." She began to pluck a tune, and as she did sunlight poured through the clouds, the storm banished. "I know you wish to protect this from those who would misuse it. But rest assured that there is no safer place for this than here. It has lain here longer than the castle walls and it will be here long after."

He narrowed his eyes.

"Rose… no, that's not right. Who are you really?"

"I think you know. After all, the castle is named for me."

"Branwen. Bride of the First King of Ireland and goddess of love."

"Correct." She put the lyre back. "So you can see how the lyre is safe with me."

"I agree. But I am confused."

"Tír na nÓg gets rather boring, honestly. So I spend time here instead. And nothing gives me more joy than seeing people find each other. Like your nephew and his bride." She picked up the box and motioned for him to follow. "I must thank you for coming, even if it was under false pretenses at first. Your family has provided me so much enjoyment over the past few days."

"I'll be sure to let them know."

"I'd best put this away before those two gombeens get their hands on it. I'll see you at the ceremony."

Branwen disappeared around a corner and Scrooge let out a relieved breath. The lyre was safe with a literal goddess protecting it. He headed towards Louie's room to let his nephew know that everything was fine now and they didn't have to worry about F.O.W.L after all. Louie was already dressed up and ready.

"Hey, Uncle Scrooge," he greeted him. "Storm cleared up fast."

"Yeah, about that…"

He told Louie about Branwen and when he finished, Louie let out a laugh.

"Is it weird that it makes complete sense to me? I think I'm desensitized to it by now."

"Not weird at all, lad. Ya sure you're ready to marry her?"

"If I'm not sure now, when will I ever be? I love her. This is just making it official."

"Good. I expect Donald and Della to have a cousin or two soon." Louie's face turned pink and he started spluttering, making his uncle laugh out loud. "I'm just messin' with ya, boy! You don't have to have 'em till you're ready."

"All right, old man. I'll see you again later."

Scrooge headed to check on June, who was in the process of having her hair done by Daisy and April. She looked positively radiant in her ankle-length wedding dress and minimal makeup. Webby and Della were bouncing on the bed excitedly while May was smiling at how happy everyone was.

"Everyone doin' okay?" he asked.

"I'm fine, Uncle Scrooge," June replied.

"I think Louie's gonna be at a loss for words, lass."

"I hope so."

"No, he will be," April stated, setting in the last pin. "Mark my words."

"Marking them!" Della sang, landing in a sitting position. Webby followed suit. "I'm so happy!"

"Looks like we're getting a happy ending!" giggled Daisy, sitting next to her friends. "I just kinda wish the bad guys weren't here."

"If they try anything I'm knocking Mom out," April snapped, growling. "Then I'm taking a vase to that Steelbeak guy's head."

"I can sic Donald on him," Della offered. "He kicked his butt during the whole Sword of Swanstantine thing."

"Please do, Della dear."

Down the hall, however, the rooster in question had seen Branwen take the box to its storage spot. Once she was gone he pried the door open as quietly as he could before picking up said box and opening it to find… the Lyre of Seasons.

"Crazy old lady," he chuckled. "How you gonna protect this with just a box?"

The Lyre lit up with some kind of green light, setting his hands on fire. He screamed in panic and dropped it. Behind him there was a chuckling.

"I knew ya'd fall for that, ya daft gombeen," the woman said.

"What was that?!"

"Faerie Fire. Doesn't hurt at all but it looks scary, donnit?"

"I'm taking the stupid harp!"

"Not on my watch." The lyre suddenly vanished and he growled, running to attack her. She side-stepped him with ease, causing him to land on the floor.

"I'll kill you!"

"Impossible. I cannot die." He lunged again and she was suddenly behind him. "I warned ya, Steelbeak. Cause trouble and I throw you out."

She clapped her hands and some of her mysterious servants came and picked him up. They lugged him down the stairs, him yelling and fighting against them all the way. The guests who were waiting downstairs watched with a bit of a laugh among them. Iris, on the other hand, narrowed her eyes and facepalmed before pulling out her phone to call Director Buzzard.

"Steelbeak has been thrown out."

"Keep looking. The Lyre of Seasons cannot be taken by Scrooge McDuck."

"Ask him what happened. I need to see this through."

"Ah, your daughter's wedding. Might I remind you the last time you saw her before now that you nearly threw her off a building?"

"That's irrelevant, sir. As her mother it's my duty to attend."

"Find the Lyre during the reception then. Just find it and get out."

She hung up.

The ceremony went without a hitch as Louie and June repeated their vows from the day before and took their rings from Donald, who'd been the ring-bearer mostly willingly. Everyone cheered as they were officially married and shared a kiss.

"JUNE'S OFFICIALLLY MY AUNT! JUNE'S OFFICIALLY MY AUNT!" Della cheered, jumping up and down excitedly. In the excitement, Iris slipped away and went to where Steelbeak had been caught. An empty box sat on the floor abandoned and slightly scorched from some kind of fire.

The Lyre must have been in that box…

But now where was it?

Before she could figure it out, she was carried out of the building, right past her celebrating former family. They didn't even notice that she was gone.

As for the newlyweds, it was as you'd expect from a wedding reception. Lots of dancing and music and food. The bouquet was caught by Gosalyn, who locked eyes with Huey and both of them blushed profusely. It was really the perfect kind of day.

Branwen approached the two with a smile.

"Hello," she greeted them.

"Hello, Branwen," Louie replied.

"I just wanted to offer my sincere congratulations. Honestly, you managed to trick me, which doesn't happen often."

"Trick you?" June repeated.

"Most of the time when a scammer comes through those doors I can tell in an instant whether or not the wedding is genuine. But I didn't realize yours was fake until I overheard you yesterday. All I can really say is that I'm glad you realized that this was meant to happen." She grinned broader. "I am a goddess of love, after all."

"Thank you for everything," Louie told her.

"Just enjoy yourselves, okay?"

Branwen walked away and Della ran up, nearly tackling her aunt and uncle in a hug.

"Hey, Dells," June laughed.

"This was an awesome wedding. I've never been to one before!"

"I doubt it'll be the last, if Huey and Gos are any indication," Louie joked.

"Ooh, another aunt. Should I start making plans for that?"

"Let them figure it out on their own. We did, and look where we are."

It was a good place for a new beginning.

WHOO OKAY

MAKING THIS QUICK BEFORE I LEAVE FOR WORK.

Branwen is a real goddess. Look her up.

Thanks to ducks-gen-swap for letting me bounce this idea off you and listening to my rambles. This chapter is almost twenty pages long and I hope you all enjoyed.

So long and thanks for all the fish!