Chapter Twelve
5 months after she arrived at the Crystal Forest, Gratiana stepped down the path that led her to Endymion, Lucient, and Damon. Her beauty radiated into the kingdom's people under her. She smiled at Lucient, faintly seen through her thin veil, before turning to Endymion. The aged man began to speak. "Mon fils, Lucient, est-ce que vous prenez cette dame pour votre femme et la reine sur vous ?" He asked. And though the thought of a woman more powerful than he was disturbing, he agreed. "Oui." " Et vous, Dame Gratiana, est-ce que vous prenez le travail de cet homme, comme son, et sa reine? Est-ce que vous comprenez que vous allez être responsable de conduite de royaume ?" "Mais Oui." Gratiana agreed. She had no more doubts in Lucient, and there was no way she was going to shame them both by saying no. "Et ce marige est réuni!" Endymion cheered. The court went into an uproar, shouts of joy and happiness from every person able to speak. They were overjoyed, finally having a queen. They would have been happy with any queen, but to have Galaxia as a queen was overwhelming, if she was truly the Galaxia from the prophecy. The kingdom wouldn't crumble after all! Lucient lifted Gratiana's veil, and the whole crowd went silent. They watched the sacred exchange of rings, and then the kiss. They murmured happily as they dispersed. Gratiana smiled at Lucient and held her somewhat larger stomach. He led her back into the palace. * * * In Gratiana's dreams, Guillaume appeared again. "Come dance with me," he pleaded. "Just because you're tied to Lucient now, it doesn't mean you can't dance with me, be with me." "Lucient knows," she returned sternly. "Leave me alone, Guillaume. I don't love you!" "I wish you wouldn't go back to him; wouldn't care what he knew, if he really does," he sighed. "But I do. You aren't for me, Guillaume . you won't even tell me your name. You don't trust me, and I don't trust you! Stop following me, stop appearing in my dreams!" Gratiana screamed, distraught. "But I trust you, love you, need you, Gratiana. Don't shut me out!" he begged. "Just let me visit you nightly . please." "I'll let you do no such thing. Do as you please, but know I don't love you!" she responded icily, falling back to sleep. Guillaume swore as she disappeared. "I'll have you, take you back from my dear little brother, one of these days. You'll love me better ." he warned.
5 months after she arrived at the Crystal Forest, Gratiana stepped down the path that led her to Endymion, Lucient, and Damon. Her beauty radiated into the kingdom's people under her. She smiled at Lucient, faintly seen through her thin veil, before turning to Endymion. The aged man began to speak. "Mon fils, Lucient, est-ce que vous prenez cette dame pour votre femme et la reine sur vous ?" He asked. And though the thought of a woman more powerful than he was disturbing, he agreed. "Oui." " Et vous, Dame Gratiana, est-ce que vous prenez le travail de cet homme, comme son, et sa reine? Est-ce que vous comprenez que vous allez être responsable de conduite de royaume ?" "Mais Oui." Gratiana agreed. She had no more doubts in Lucient, and there was no way she was going to shame them both by saying no. "Et ce marige est réuni!" Endymion cheered. The court went into an uproar, shouts of joy and happiness from every person able to speak. They were overjoyed, finally having a queen. They would have been happy with any queen, but to have Galaxia as a queen was overwhelming, if she was truly the Galaxia from the prophecy. The kingdom wouldn't crumble after all! Lucient lifted Gratiana's veil, and the whole crowd went silent. They watched the sacred exchange of rings, and then the kiss. They murmured happily as they dispersed. Gratiana smiled at Lucient and held her somewhat larger stomach. He led her back into the palace. * * * In Gratiana's dreams, Guillaume appeared again. "Come dance with me," he pleaded. "Just because you're tied to Lucient now, it doesn't mean you can't dance with me, be with me." "Lucient knows," she returned sternly. "Leave me alone, Guillaume. I don't love you!" "I wish you wouldn't go back to him; wouldn't care what he knew, if he really does," he sighed. "But I do. You aren't for me, Guillaume . you won't even tell me your name. You don't trust me, and I don't trust you! Stop following me, stop appearing in my dreams!" Gratiana screamed, distraught. "But I trust you, love you, need you, Gratiana. Don't shut me out!" he begged. "Just let me visit you nightly . please." "I'll let you do no such thing. Do as you please, but know I don't love you!" she responded icily, falling back to sleep. Guillaume swore as she disappeared. "I'll have you, take you back from my dear little brother, one of these days. You'll love me better ." he warned.