The wedding took place in a large cathedral in Venice. Lady Michiru was never so beautiful but at the same time was never so angry. Her friends from other countries came to the marriage, and only they could see the quiet sadness behind her oceanic eyes. Prince Haruka, next to her, seemed extremely calm as he walked down the hall with her. When the reached the altar, a man spoke a Spanish version to them (Michiru knew Spanish as well as Italian.) Then after they repeated everything, the man told them they were now married and asked Haruka to kiss Michiru. Michiru got a knot in her stomach. She raised her face to Haruka, and Haruka gave her a very light and brief kiss on her lips. Michiru felt sick. She did not to be involved with someone who was an enemy to her country. Everyone then ate at the buffet. Michiru sat down next to Haruka. Her friends sat next to her. Rei spoke to her quietly in Italian so that Haruka wouldn't understand her. "I'm very sorry, Michiru. You did such a great thing for your country." Rei placed her hand on Michiru's. "I just hope. that maybe, we can visit sometime? I-I mean, I know you're supposed to live with your husband and everything for the first three months without anyone for your honeymoon but maybe after that, they'll let you see your friends? I-I know it's quite s-selfish but-" Rei was cut off by Michiru giving her a hug and sobbing. Haruka stopped eating dinner and studied the two. He then presumed eating. By this time, all of Michiru's other friends; Serena, Mokoto, Minako, and Ami came up to her and gave her a hug. "Princess, may you live a happy life in Spain." Ami's eyes blurred. "I just met you, but I am filled with awe for the sacrifice you made for your country. " Ami gave Michiru another brief hug and said her next part in a language Haruka could understand, English. "But if you get tortured, or hurt in any shape of form, I will bring my allies, and so will Serena, Mokoto, and Minako, and we will all make war with the Spanish." Haruka's eyes darkened at the statement. He took another bite at his pizza (woohoo Venetian pizza is soooooooooooo good!) Michiru smiled softly at Ami and whispered thanks. Everyone gave her another hug each, and then they left, saying goodbye. Michiru's eyes filled with tears as she saw them leave. She couldn't eat the pizza on her plate, but she did anyways, because it would be the last pizza she would ever eat for a long while. When everyone finished eating, and Michiru said goodbye to her parent, Michiru and Haruka walked to their carriage next to the sparkling water. Michiru heard a yell behind them. "Michiru!" (pant pant) "Fernando!" Michiru smiled. He was the royal singer she saved from death that made all of her songs so famous. Fernando gave her a hug. "I never got to thank you for your kindness of freeing me." "It wasn't me who freed you, it was your voice." But Michiru's eyes said more. Fernando gave her a long kiss. "Being kissed by the French should be a crime," thought Michiru, swept up in his passion. She closed her eyes and let him do everything. For a minute she forgot Haruka was standing there next to her, watching the whole thing. When Fernando stopped the kiss, Michiru felt as if she had been depraved of air. A French kiss makes you feel that way. His mouth tasted of liquor but was quite sweet. Maybe he just ate ice-cream. Michiru could still taste it in her mouth. It was a very passionate kiss like how a man would do to his girlfriend. And as Fernando let her out of his arms, and she walked into the carriage, the whole of Italy sang the song he just recently made for her. It was about a beautiful princess who sacrificed everything for her country. A beautiful princess that had hair as soft as angel wings, eyes that men could drown in, and a sweet smile that would win the heart of anyone. And they spoke of how they would miss her. Michiru had tears in her eyes as the carriage sped away.