Summary: The day has finally arrived. There's a big royal Wedding in Storybrooke. Between two queens, and a former thief.


The Royal Wedding

It was a glorious spring day. A perfect day for a wedding.

As the sun shone through the enormous bay window that overlooked the lawn outside the forest inn, Robin looked over to his left, to the still wild-haired young outlaw, now almost twelve, who'd taken the chance to share his father's last night as a bachelor. Or widow.

"Morning, my boy. You sleep okay?"

"Yeah," he yawned. "I had a good dream. About us."

The yawn was contagious. "About you and me?

"About all of us."

"Sounds nice. Do you remember much about it?"

"I was getting married, papa. And Henry and all my sisters were there.

"All of them? You've only got two sisters, my love."

"There were more than that! I think you, me and Henry were the only guys."

"Really?" They hadn't told him yet that Marian was pregnant, and they wouldn't tell anyone until the clinic confirmed it on Monday. After the wedding. "Unfortunately for me, I don't tend to remember much about my dreams when I wake up. Who were you getting married to?"

"I don't wanna say, but it's someone I know at school, and we were all grown up."

"Sounds like you're already keen on someone? But if you feel awkward talking about it, I won't pry..."

"I kinda want to ask her to go out with me, but I'm worried she'll say no. There's a school prom coming up and I want to take her to that, too. Dad, how did you get mamma to go out with you? Or Gina?"

"Oh, Rolly…" he gave his son a sympathetic smile, pulling him closer. "You've starting asking girls out a lot earlier than I did! And from what I've heard, you're already very popular amongst the young ladies, way more than I was. I'm probably not the best person to ask. The first time I ever saw your mamma, she was pointing a sword at me, ready to kill me if I didn't hand her back her horse!"

"You stole her horse? Really?"

"Really. You know she comes from old royalty, and we thought they had money. So I stole it to sell, not realizing her family's money and lands were all seized by King John. I gave it back though, and went to see her father, your grandfather, to apologise. That's when we got to know each other."

"And Regina?"

"Ah, yes. Well that was weird. You were very small when we were in the Enchanted Forest. She'd come back from here after a curse. There was a flying monkey trying to attack her and Snow White, but I brought it down with an arrow. Even though I thought I save her, she was really spiteful! Then, the next day another flying monkey tried to get you! So Regina fired magic at it, and turned it into the toy monkey you've still got today. Regina didn't like me much either when we first met. I think she fell in love with you, long before me!"

"That's weird. But I remember the monkey. So they both hated you, at first?"

"'Hate' is a strong word, Ro. 'Disliked' would be better. But yes, neither of them were too keen on me to start with. In their own times, I had to work on making them like me. It took time. So, this young lady? You're saying you haven't plucked up the courage to ask her out yet?"

"She's...different. I get a bit nervous when I'm around her, papa. I'm not sure if I can…"

"Faint heart never won fair lady, Roland! You're clearly smitten, so why not try just getting to know her first? You know that ice cream parlor in town? They have gift vouchers there. Why don't I buy you one of those, then you can go tell her you have it, and would like to share it with her over lunch? You can get to know her better. If you don't get on, that's fine, but you never know, she might like you!"

"I guess. You don't mind doing that for me?"

"Not at all. Now, we need to get up. I've got to attend a certain wedding today, to the same two women who threatened to kill me, remember?


Mifflin Street

The calm in the Locksley Arms bedroom was in stark contrast to the flurry of activity and noise back at the mansion, as two brides and their assorted bridesmaids, babies, and an increasingly frustrated Matron-of-Honour paced around the house. Kathryn had volunteered to help mind Honour and Elizabeth, while the rest of them focused on getting cleaned up and changed, starting with the bridesmaids. As promised, Henry arrived at just before eight o' clock, to find Killian playing some sort of board game at the dining room table with Margot and Hope.

"Hi Killian, where are my mums?"

"Both upstairs, mate. I'm staying clear of them all, until asked. I've commanded some pretty rowdy crews of brigands in my time, but that's nothing compared to a bunch of women on a mission!"

He sniggered. "I'd best get up there and let them know I'm here. Actually, why are you here?"

"I thought you already knew? Well apart from looking after the terrors here, while Swan and the ladies get organised, I'm also Marian's Best Man, or Groomsman or whatever. I'm standing in for her father and walking her down the aisle. As you are for your own mother, I gather?"

"Yeah. Though I missed the rehearsal."

"I know, I was there! Well no harm done, mate, it's quite straightforward. But I assume they've also rigged you out in one of those ridiculous penguin costumes they've arranged for me?"

"The morning suit? Yeah. I best go up..."

Leaving them, he went upstairs, to hear a commotion coming from his mothers' bedroom, walking in to find Marian, wearing a white bathroom robe, sitting at their large dressing table, having her hair put up by a slender blonde young woman Henry instantly recognised.

"Hi Marian. Crystal? Is that really you?"

The blonde turned, "Henry? God, it's been ages! I hardly recognise you with that beard!"

"Nor me, you." Crystal had clearly blossomed into a seriously attractive woman since he left for Harvard. "You look great! What are you up to these days?"

As the young pair started chatting, Regina appeared from the en-suite bathroom, also in a long white dressing gown. "Henry? Perhaps you could say hello to your mothers properly, before distracting Crystal from her work?" she chided, walking over to him.

He enveloped her in a hug, kissing her cheek, before stooping to kiss Marian's. "Sorry, it's just I haven't seen Crystal since I left for uni. How's everything going?"

Marian stood. "Well as you can see, your mother and I are just finishing getting our hair and make-up done, then Emma's coming in here for Crystal to do the same. She's next door settling Lizzie. Then we also have Hope, Margot and the babies to get ready..."

Before he could finish, the bedroom door opened again. This time his blonde birth mother blustering in, not in a dressing gown like the other two, but in a pulse-racingly sexy deep maroon satin basque! With push-up cups and soft lace ruffles, Emma saw it when she bought her Matron-of Honour dress, and decided that Killian was going to be in for a serious treat after the wedding! "Girls, what do you think? I reckon this should raise Killian's flag, don't y-?" She stopped the moment she spotted Henry, who looked in shock at her, seeing her as he'd never seen her before!

"Shit! Hen?" As her son politely turned to look away towards the window, to save her embarrassment, Emma quickly grabbed a spare dressing gown she'd spotted hanging on the bedroom door. "When did you get here?" Her cheeks went bright red and even Henry started looking awkwardly at the floor.

"A few minutes ago. Sorry, ma, I'll leave you all to change…" he quickly swerved around her, heading to the door, letting himself out as Emma cringed. Once she heard it shut, she looked up to find Marian and Regina looking straight back at her, both clearly desperate not to laugh.

"Oh…my...god!" The Saviour groaned. "He saw the lot!"

Marian was the first to start openly laughing. "Never mind, Emma. For the record, I think you look seriously hot! I mean, seriously! I don't think you'll be getting much sleep tonight, once Killian sees it! It's okay, Henry's gone now. Show us properly?"

Although still red-faced, Emma cautiously opened up the gown to show the basque off to Henry's other mothers.

"It's stunning, Emma. Heck, if I was single, I'd-"

"Please don't finish that sentence, Marian!" Regina arched a brow, almost glowering at her wife. Although to be fair, having never seen Emma wearing anything like that before, she did look seriously good! "Although she's right, it's delightful, Emma. What a shame it's being wasted on guyliner."

Emma rolled her eyes, used to the habitual putdowns towards her husband, when Marian added, with a chuckle. "Are you saying she should just show it off between us girls then, Gina? Perhaps we should be showing her what we've bought for tonight?"

"Erm…" They'd completely forgotten Crystal was still in the room. "Would you like me to leave you for a while?"

That made all three of them feel sufficiently embarrassed. "I'm sorry, Crystal dear. No, you go ahead and make a start on Emma. We'll leave you in peace."


Storybrooke Church

As the clock on the church tower chimed twelve, the bells rang out. The church, next to the cemetery where Robin's body lay less than two years ago, was full. Every seat taken, with expectant guests waiting for the arrival of not one, but two, brides. Brides who were already married, to each other. The groom, resplendent in his bespoke morning suit, stood up by the altar. He looked at his watch yet again, for the fifth time in five minutes.

"They're late."

"They're supposed to be," said his best man. "It's only just gone twelve. Rolly's outside waitin' for 'em, and he'll give us the signal. Quit worryin'!"

Robin of Locksley was known for his calm, confident manner. A man rarely angered, rarely lost for words and rarely nervous. He wasn't feeling so calm now! John rested one of his enormous hands on his shoulder. "After all, it ain't like you haven't done this before?"

Robin started looking over the congregation. At so many of the friends he knew. It wasn't a small church, and he'd been amazed at just how many people had turned up for it. Were they really this popular, or was it just the novelty of seeing three people get married that made them all come? Whatever the reason, it didn't matter once John caught sight of Roland at the very back, giving him the thumbs up. "Here we go. Looks like you're getting married, old son!"


Outside the church, an equally nervous Regina and Marian clambered out from the back of the black limousine, as a small group of onlookers and photographers waited nearby to catch a glimpse of the arrival of the brides, and to take pictures of the wedding dresses. The married couple had a reputation for being the best dressed women in Storybrooke, and most onlookers assumed today they wouldn't disappoint.

Once outside the large car, Emma followed them out, to the sound of 'oohs' and 'aahs' from the crowd, as Margot and Hope appeared in the bridesmaids dresses. As she looked up at the church tower, and the sound of music coming from within, Emma spotted Regina visibly flinch, stepping back.

"Hey – you okay?" Was she having second thoughts?

For the brunette, memories of that first wedding long ago had just flashed by. A wedding she was forced into by her mother. To a monster. The wedding which, along with Daniel's murder, was just one of the steps that made her the Evil Queen.

"I'm fine, I was just…I'm fine."

Regina felt a warm hand take hers, causing her to turn to face intense brown eyes. Eyes belonging to the only woman she'd ever confided in about her true history with Leopold. The woman who'd already guessed where her mind was going. "This is our wedding by choice, Gina. We're marrying the man we love, and who loves you. Let's go to him?"

She gave her a silent nod back, composing herself, before looking back at her bridesmaids. Emma handed Hope a small basket of flower petals, while Henry gave the larger one to Margot, before leading the pair of them inside.

"You do realise, she'll probably stop and eat those petals, instead of throwing them, don't you?"

"She'll be fine, Swan." Killian grinned. "Margot'll be there to guide her along."

Sure enough, inside the church, the congregation beamed down at the young bridesmaids, Hope in particular, as the nearly three-year-old wobbled cautiously down the aisle alongside Margot, regularly stopping and pulling out clumps of rose petals, before throwing them on the floor. Halfway up the aisle, the tiny blonde suddenly stopped, and sat on her bottom, drawing a handful of petals to her mouth, to growing laughter, ignoring Margot encouraging her to get up and walk, until:

"Hey?" said a deeper voice from nearer the front. "Can I have some of those too, Hopey?"

"BAMPA!" she shouted, her little cheeks grinning. The moment she recognised her grandfather, she stood, charging towards him as fast as her little legs would let her, before he gathered her in his arms. As he did so, further 'aahs' rang around the church, and some light applause after she'd finally reached him, along with the frustrated redhead, who also got a hug and a kiss for her efforts. Snow appeared from one of the side rows, ushering them in.

Next, Archie Hopper appeared in front of them, smiling at the unusually large gathering.

"Good morning everybody. Isn't it a beautiful day for a wedding? We're here today to celebrate an unusual union. A union between not two, but three wonderful people, as their Majesties, Queen Regina and Queen Marian, take Robin, Lord of Locksley, into their marriage…" he went on to give a very short encomium about each of the trio, Robin blushed, feeling rather embarrassed as the town psychiatrist spoke at length about his reputation as a hero among the poor and dispossessed, his sacrifice of his life to save another, and his return from death at the hands of Zeus and others. Fortunately his discomfort was brief as Roland gave a thumbs up from the back of the church as he drew to a close.

He winked at Robin. "Well, that's quite enough from me. Ladies and gentlemen, could you all be upstanding for the arrival of the brides?"

As the congregation stood, to one side Henry's friend Patrick, started playing a guitar as Violet Morgan, standing next to him, started to sing as most looked at their Order of Service, following the words on the sheet.

"'Hallelujah? Leonard Cohen'? Not sure I know that one?" said David, looking at the words as Violet sang:

"Emma said Marian chose it..." Snow whispered, holding her sheet with Margot. "Unusual for a wedding, but doesn't Violet sing beautifully?"

At the back of the church, just out of site of the congregation, as Violet started to sing the first verse, Henry quietly took control, standing in front of his mothers. "Okay, showtime! Mum, Marian, are you walking up with us separately, with Hook and me? Or are we all going up together?" he whispered.

Regina glared back, though her expression was still softer than usual. "That, young man, is why I asked you to attend the rehearsal! But you had something better to do, didn't you?"

Behind them, Emma tried stifling a chuckle, sharing a look with her husband. "The four of us go up together, lad!" said Killian. "You on your mum's left, me on Marian's right."


As Violet continued singing, the congregation at the back got the first sight of the arrival of the brides, prompting many envious gasps of admiration and, in a few cases, envy. Regina, her nerves building as all eyes were on them, squeezed her wife's left hand for dear life, her other arm already entwined with Henry's. Marian gave her a little a little squeeze back, before catching her attention, blinking her eyes once, very slowly. It was a hidden signal, just between them, to confirm everything was okay.

"That is stunning!" whispered Dorothy, as they walked past, admiring Marian's backless A-line bateau-neck dress, with a court train and detailed fine chiffon lace, forming an intricate pattern over her otherwise exposed chest. Any woman there could see it must have cost a small fortune!

"Say's the girl who normally tells me off for admiring another woman like that!" sniggered Ruby, who also looked on, rather envious. "She really does look like a supermodel, doesn't she?"

"Yeah, and look at Regina…" The shorter bride also wore an A-line, with a court train, but Regina's dress was in sheer, smooth brilliant white satin and completely off shoulder. "They've really pushed the boat out for this, haven't they? Even Emma's gone for it!"

Emma and Killian had been the only ones, apart from the brides themselves, to see the sexy-but-demure dresses they'd chosen in advance, partly because they'd joined them in Boston for them to be chosen and fitted. The Saviour had felt quite dowdy in contrast, as she saw them being adjusted. So, with a little encouragement from Killian, she'd spent a small fortune on a suitably complementary bridesmaid dress. A rose-pink satin flared V-line, exposing a little more than she ever had before, but nothing too tacky. When Killian saw the result as he left the changing room, his reaction told her she'd made the right choice. He was so keen on her wearing it, he even decided to pay for it himself!

That's when Emma decided to buy the basque; as a little night time treat.

As all three of them moved closer to the altar, flanked by Henry and Killian, they drew many more admiring gasps and comments. But the only opinion Regina sought right now, was that of a certain outlaw ahead, who turned to face them, now standing by the altar, beside Archie.

Robin was stunned at the vision, as they drew closer. He knew the pair of them would always be beautiful, to him. But this was something else! They were goddesses. Soon to be his goddesses, and he knew this vision would be ingrained in his heart forever. He so desperately wanted to take them both in his arms. To smother them in kisses. And so much more!

When they finally reached him, Henry lifted his mother's left hand, transferring it to Robin, as Killian did the same with Marian's right. As he held them both in his fingers, he stooped to kiss the back of each hand in turn.

"Miladies…" he whispered. "I only have one word. Perfect!"


After the trio had taken their seats facing the front, Killian Jones rose to read a prepared text from the bible. Henry then went one to give one about love and devotion, before finally, Violet sang once again, while Grace played an accompanying violin. Once finished, Archie rose again.

"That was lovely. Now, before we proceed to the vows, I understand both brides and the groom wish to make statements?" Regina nodded, rising to turn and face her beloveds, and the congregation, stilling herself before speaking.

"Robin, it's over five years ago since you lost your life, just to save mine! Me, a woman who's destroyed so many lives in the past. Once upon a time, a certain green fairy tried to unite me with my own true love, a man with a lion tattoo on his arm. Who, she claimed, was part my happy ending. But fear stopped me from going to you, and I spiraled into darkness. It was only broken only by the arrival of my darling Henry." She stopped, giving her now grown son a dewy-eyed smile. "But fate finally brought us together after many years and, even though I only really knew you a matter of weeks, I fell in love with you. And Roland, of course! All women fall in love with Roland!"

That brought more laughter from the congregation, a number of the women nodding in agreement, while the young man himself just cringed, looking down.

"I mourned you, Robin, so very much. I lost you, and I was lost. But fate's a strange thing, isn't it? Two years ago, your widow arrived here, in Storybrooke, looking for her son…" she paused, giving her wife a loving smile. "The woman you once told me you would willingly give your life for. The woman who was going to prove so important in my own life. Yet another Locksley who stole my heart! Marian and I were married barely eight months later, and with Henry, and Roland, I thought my life couldn't get any better. Until...a certain annoying outlaw appeared on our doorstep once more!"

That earned more chuckles from around the room, including Marian this time. "Marian's reaction was the same as mine. Sheer disbelief! She had loved you just as much as I had, in your own time together. Just as much as I love her now. So somehow, we all came together, didn't we? And it just works. For the three of us, our combined love is so strong that, barely nine months after you returned, you both gave me the greatest gift, in our darling Honour."

Kathryn, standing nearby and holding up the baby in question, exchanged a smile, winking at her friend.

"Robin, I love you! I love you with my heart and soul. And today I want to declare that love to everyone here. With my wife's blessing, I want you joining our union, and making our bond complete."

She smiled as she lifted his hand, kissing the back of it, before giving her wife a tiny peck on the cheek, turning to stand with her back to the congregation as Marian took her place, turning to address him.

"It's been quite the journey, hasn't it?" she beamed up at him. "When we first met, I was just that young girl trying to get her horse back - the horse you stole, you damn thief!" Once again, the congregation, including Regina, started laughing. "So I tracked you down, to fight you and get it back. But when you faced the tip of my sword, you didn't challenge me, you just laughed! Then you apologized and won me over; you charmed me, just like you did my mum and dad. And just like you seem to do with everyone else who knows you! How could I not fall in love with someone like that?"

She went on to speak of their brief time together before she was supposedly killed, waking up in an unknown realm. Of her pain at losing her son and soulmate. Of her long path to freedom from the lost realm, before finally arriving in Storybrooke. Of how she met a wonderful woman at his own graveside, Roland's rescue, and her path to this day. And how she also wanted him in their marriage. It was short and to the point. Typical Marian. Robin beamed adoringly at the ex-wife who was about to become his wife once again, as she turned to again stand next to Regina, taking her hand.

Now it was his turn.

"Miladies, how can I follow that? Where do I even start? You've summed up our history better than I ever could. If one man is fortunate enough, to find his own true love in his lifetime, he's a lucky man indeed. But for him to find another true love, another soulmate, after he's lost his first? Well, that man is truly blessed by the gods. But for that man to be granted a second life, with both of his loves, together, is beyond my wildest dreams. Regina, I don't regret for a moment my decision to put myself in front of Hades, for you. I would do the same for either of you, or our children, in a heartbeat! Marian, my biggest regret is not preventing you being taken from us, from Roland, in the first place. But now, I've been given that second chance. A new life. And I dedicate it to both of you, to Roland, to Honour, and even to Henry. I fell in love with you both a long time ago. You asking me join you in your marriage, to become your husband, is more than I could ever deserve. So of course I accept without any reservation, my darlings."

The three shared a silent look, as Archie stepped back in front of the microphone. "Well now, are you all ready and willing to make your vows?"


The rest of the service flew by. Marian and Regina, as an already married couple, made their vows to Robin together, which he followed by making his to each of them in turn. Rings were placed on fingers, chaste kisses exchanged, blessings were given, then another reading, this time by David Nolan. Eventually the service drew to its close, finished by a final song, a duet, from Violet and surprisingly, Grace Hatter. The song chosen by Marian and Regina, after they'd watched Violet perform the lead role in New York last year, and which they'd instantly fallen in love with. The song they chose the moment Henry had told them Violet could come and perform at their wedding. Delibes' Flower Duet from the opera Lakmé.

As the pitch-perfect soprano and mezzo-soprano pair sang, their voices blending mellifluously and perfectly, Robin took the centre of the aisle, walking slowly back down with his brides either side, their arms entwined. He'd never felt so proud in his life. His wives! His two perfect wives. His!

The moment they stepped outside the church, Regina was truly astonished by the sheer size of the crowd that had gathered to wish them well. A large cheer went around, and it felt to her like the whole of Storybrooke and Sherwood had turned out. She couldn't help feeling it was mainly due to the high regard most people had for her wife and new husband, rather than herself! When this many people gathered in the past, it was usually in fear of the Evil Queen. Or a potential lynch mob! It made her unusually nervous. At least it did, until Robin gently folded his hand around hers.

"Come on, milady?" he gently pulled her against his side as they stepped into the crowd. After the first handshakes and hugs, she relaxed and before long she was working their audience as skillfully as her husband. Marian stood back, watching, with a wry grin on her face.

"How're you holding up?" said Emma, seeing her hanging back.

"Honestly? I'm completely shattered! Gina's had me up since five. My feet are killing me!"

"I'm not surprised, in those heels!" She looked the woman up and down. "I know I said it at your place this morning, but that dress of yours is seriously to die for, Marian! If I wasn't already married, I'd be asking to borrow it!"

That brought a grin. "Thank you. I've always wanted to wear a real white wedding dress. My last weddings were rushed affairs. You look gorgeous too, Emma. And as for that basque you showed us earlier – wow! Is Killian going to be getting a special treat tonight?"

"Well that's the plan! That is, provided he stays off the rum later on, and Hope and Lizzie behave themselves for mum. Which reminds me, I've hardly seen her. Henry said he's staying at Gold's tonight. Are you heading off on your honeymoon tonight, or later?"

"Later. Kathryn and Jim are looking after Roland and the girls, and we'll be staying at the pub. It's shut tonight, so we've got the place to ourselves..."

Emma grinned salaciously, "Sounds fun! I remember you said you'd both bought something special too? To give Robin a night he'll never forget?"

"Yeah. Though Gina reminded me that he's rather hoping we'll stay in these a little bit longer, if you get what I mean?"

"Oh? he wants to deflowering the virgin brides in their wedding dresses? Didn't realise Robin was the kinky sort!" she whispered, starting to laugh, which also set off Marian.

"Oh, you have no idea! Mind you, Regina would have a blue fit if she knew I told you that! Still, I best go help them work the crowd…"


The Locksley Arms – later that evening

The wedding reception was held in the town hall, again filled to capacity. After speeches were made, and lunch held, the dancing began in the ballroom and the party went on all afternoon, until the newlyweds finally left. It was just after seven when Regina, Marian and Robin finally arrived at the forest inn, Regina crashing down on the huge Emperor bed, still wearing the dress she was married in.

"I'm exhausted!" she groaned, closing her eyes as Robin carried a couple of large bags into the rooms, Marian racing around him to make her way into the bathroom. "I don't think I could move another muscle."

"You did a spectacular job, milady." He lowered his lips lightly onto her forehead, before taking off his jacket before lying down next to her. "I can't believe just how many people came out to see us!"

She turned her head, opening her eyes and rolling over to face him. "To see you two! To see the man who came back from the dead!"

"Hardly. I saw the way most of those women were looking at the pair of you! Seeing what you two were wearing. You looked like goddesses. My goddesses, as it happens…"

" already? Perhaps Marian. There were a few jealous looks when she went past! I think she-" but she was interrupted by a knock on the bedroom door.

"Who's that? I thought we had the place to ourselves, tonight?"

"We have..." he sat up, moving towards the door. "But there's one final surprise. As we haven't eaten since lunchtime, I assume you may be getting a little bit peckish?"

"Food? Why, what have you-" she stopped as he opened the door. In the doorway was Penelope, one of the young waitresses they'd taken on a couple of months ago. A daughter of one of his merry men. She was standing next to a large trolley just in view.

"Good evening, Robin. Good evening, your Majesty!" said the girl. "I just heard you come in. Antonio dropped this off an hour ago. We kept everything on ice till you got back. Would you like it in here, or in your dining room?"

"In the dining room please, Penny. The ladies are just taking a rest and getting freshened up. You lay things out in there, and get yourself off home, okay?"

She nodded. "Okay. I was at the back of the church earlier…" she looked across at Regina, who was now sitting up, confused. "It was brilliant! Best wedding I ever went to. Your Majesty, you and your wife looked stunning, absolutely beautiful! I really hope I get to wear something even a little like that one day!"

She gave her a genuine smile. "Why thank you, Penny, that's kind of you to say. And please just call me Regina in future? Like my husband, and my wife, I'm starting to hate titles. Did you say something about Antonio? As in, the owner of our Italian restaurant?"

"Yeah. He came over here himself, rather than let his people do it for him. He's laid it all out. You've got lobsters in from Boston, langoustines, crab, shrimp, mussels, bread and all sorts of stuff I don't even know the name of! Plus a couple of bottles of Champagne…"

"I wasn't hungry, but now you said all that, I definitely am! Robin, did you arrange this?"

"Not guilty. But the woman who did, spoke to me to find out when we'd be home."

"Woman?" asked Marian, stepping out of the bathroom having heard them and seeing the trolley. "Who's that?"

"Snow White," Penny replied. "There's a card that came with it…"

"Snow did this?" Regina was incredulous.

"Penny, thanks for waiting for us to get back…" Robin stepped closer to her, pressing what looked like a couple of twenties in her hand. "You get off home. And do give my best to Mark and Juliette."

The girl smiled back, delighted at the large tip, and scuttled off, pushing the trolley towards the little upstairs dining room next door, to set things up. Once the door was closed behind her, Regina got up again. "If she got Antonio to do this, considering he doesn't do take outs, this must have cost a fortune! When did you know about this?"

"Last night. She wanted to arrange it for us, and needed to know where we were staying the night…"

"Considering I hardly heard a peek out of Snow all day, I'm surprised!"

"Don't be like that, Regina," said Marian. "She's trying to bury the hatchet after the last wedding incident. Let's just enjoy it and, if it hurts you so much, I'll go over there and thank her myself. Personally, I'm feeling quite peckish. Come join me?"

"Would you two like to change first?" asked Robin. "I know you both look spectacular in white, but if you want to change for the night?"

"And why should we do that?" asked Marian, twirling in her dress, holding the skirt. "I seem to remember somebody once telling me one of his little…fantasies?"

Robin gulped. One evening over a month ago, over a truth-or-drink game, he'd confessed one of his top three fantasies. Namely, taking his wife, or wives, roughly while they were still in wedding dresses, up against a wall or in any way whatsoever. And right now, they did both look more than good enough to eat!

"Hmm. Well…I could go and put that food back on ice?"

"Nope, I'm way too hungry..." Marian insisted, a sly grin on her face. "Let's go eat first. Your dessert will come later…"

He smiled back, already feeling a hardening in his trousers. He gave them a very hungry look they both recognised. "Very well. Then I shall feast on you! But we warned miladies, I'll be taking those Locksley monogrammed knickers as my souvenir!"

"You peeked?" The wives looked at each other, surprised. For the wedding morning, they'd also bought four pairs of plain white silk knickers to go underneath, though for a surprise, Regina had used her magic to create a family crest on the front of them, white braided cotton on white silk, so they couldn't be seen under the dress. With two interlinked crowns resting on an arrow, a diagonal quiver behind the crowns, and the single word 'Locksley' underneath in a banner at the bottom. It was going to be a nice added touch. "You've been going through our underwear drawers? Robin, that was private!"

"And spoil the wedding surprise? Of course I didn't. But I did notice them, when you walked down the aisle towards me this morning!"

"That X-ray vision? You mean you looked under our skirts?" Marian burst out laughing. "You dirty little bugger, Locksley! Couldn't you just wait?"

"Sorry, but when I saw you both looking like that, I couldn't help myself! Fortunately, having everyone else around, prevented me from reacting involuntarily, if you get my drift?"

"You mean you getting a stiffy in front of half of Storybrooke? Now that would have been hilarious!"

"Marian?" Regina tutted, although even she saw the funny side. "It certainly would not! And that's beside the point. You peeked, thief - and you spoiled the surprise."

"Hardly! The evening isn't over, but if it makes you feel any better…" he started to undo the button the waist of his trousers, before unzipping his fly. "As you've shown me yours, I best show you mine?" He let the trousers fall to the floor, revealing a pair of gleaming white boxer shorts, with exactly the same family crest on the front as Regina had magically put their own!

Both women started laughing at the ridiculous sight. "You copied my design?"

"Well…strictly speaking…" he started pulling his pants back up. "It was Roland's design. Your anniversary cake, remember? Magic's a wonderful thing, when you use it properly."

"For customizing knickers?" Marian shook her head. "Well I've seen everything now."

Regina rolled her eyes. "For heaven's sake you two, they're called 'panties' here, or underwear, but not knickers! And anyway, thief, even if you are now my husband, for privacy's sake, I'll thank you for not using that weird talent of yours for looking at what I'm wearing under my clothes!"

He moved across, wrapping his arms around her waist and pulling her against him. "Sorry, love, I can't always keep to that particular promise! Not the way you dress…"

Marian watched the pair of them exchange a lust-filled stare, and put an arm between them "Uh-uh you two! Food first! Time for all that later…"

"Very well. Lead on miladies…" he sighed, reluctantly letting go of his queen. "It might be a good idea to eat first and recharge. Because, it's going to be a very long night!"

"Is that a promise, thief?"

"That is definitely a promise, o wife of mine..."