Book 2! yayayyayayaaa
THE WEDDING
The next day Shand and I were off to the small chapel right outside castle's grounds. We drove in a carriage, with Astara and Aster pulling us. It was a beautiful day, the sky was bright blue, and there were no clouds in sight. Perfect, everything was going to be perfect.
When we arrived at the chapel it was dawn, but I didn't sleep at all. Shand slept of course, nothing could keep him up. I woke him up with a kiss, and smiled at him.
"Today, beloved, we will be wed, and then we will go off to the little Spanish island and have the most fun. Ok? Nothing will stop us, nothing!"
We got out of the carriage, and a priest came out to welcome us. He was a short man, with thinning, white hair, but he had the friendliest smile on his face.
"Welcome me Lord, me Lady. I hope that I can help you with what ever it is you need, and hope that you can join me for a nice hot breakfast."
He took mine, and Shand's hand and led us into the chapel. Inside the stained windows were gorgeous pictures of the saints and of Mary. She was sitting on a cloud, with angels flying around her, and on her holy head was a crown. I bowed my head and said a prayer to her to protect me from Vagnone.
The priest led us to a little room, and sat us down. It had a statue of the Virgin, and flowers surrounding it.
"What can I do for you? Confession, mass?"
He looked at us both, and lifted an eyebrow.
"I can be wrong, but are you hear to be wed? Or eloped?"
Shand took my hand and smiled at the priest. The priest sighed and stood up. He opened the door and beckoned us to follow.
He led us to two door, one had a cross on it, the other had flowers engraved in it. He pulled out a set of keys and opened both of the doors.
"If you give me an hour to get ready, I can have you married personally, but if you can't wait, then I can get Father O'Brien to marry you. By the way, my name is Father Callahan."
He walked away and I took Shand's hands and smiled my sweetest smile at him. He bent down and kissed me, and carried me into my room. He told me that he would go outside and get my dress for me.
I looked around at my room, and giggled. In an hour I will be married. I can't wait, but I want Father Callahan. He seemed really nice, and if I want things right, then I will wait. The room had perfume on a table, and lip color. I wish I had Savanna with me to do my hair pretty, but I didn't want to bring anyone with me. Besides, I could live without my hair being all up and with flowers in it. I could do it myself. I'm not that bad with hair, even though I'm not like most of my girl friends that have to have everything perfect.
Shand knocked on my door, and reading my mind told me he would be happy to do my hair in flowers.
"You? You're going to put my hair up and put flowers in my hair? I'd like to see that." I laughed, but I believed that he could, because he had four sisters, and often had to brush their hair when it got messed up horses-back riding, and there was an event happening.
He looked though the bag that I packed and found a brush, the one with the ivory handle. He brushed my hair very gently, and then put my hair up with a pink ribbon. He made little loops to put the flowers though, and when he was done, I must give it to him, I looked very nice.
"I'm sorry Shand. But I think I have to take it out. It's lovely, but I have to put my dress one, and if I do, it will mess up my hair."
He looked mock angry, and carefully took out the flowers in my hair. I shook my hair, and took of the indigo dress that I had on. I put on two more petticoats to make my dress bellow, and took out my wedding dress.
It was a gorgeous silk dress, with silk flowers sewed on, with diamonds and sapphires. I pulled it on, and Shand helped me tie the lacing in the back, and then redid my hair.
"Lovely, just lovely. I couldn't have done a better job with the hair. And now you can put on your lip color while I change into my clothing."
He left the room, and I stood in front of the mirrors, dazed thinking that the woman in looking back at me couldn't be me. I twirled in my dress, it simmering in the light, sparking blue, and my hair with flowering in it, with two or three roses. I am a bride, and Vagnone isn't here to stop me.
THE WEDDING
The next day Shand and I were off to the small chapel right outside castle's grounds. We drove in a carriage, with Astara and Aster pulling us. It was a beautiful day, the sky was bright blue, and there were no clouds in sight. Perfect, everything was going to be perfect.
When we arrived at the chapel it was dawn, but I didn't sleep at all. Shand slept of course, nothing could keep him up. I woke him up with a kiss, and smiled at him.
"Today, beloved, we will be wed, and then we will go off to the little Spanish island and have the most fun. Ok? Nothing will stop us, nothing!"
We got out of the carriage, and a priest came out to welcome us. He was a short man, with thinning, white hair, but he had the friendliest smile on his face.
"Welcome me Lord, me Lady. I hope that I can help you with what ever it is you need, and hope that you can join me for a nice hot breakfast."
He took mine, and Shand's hand and led us into the chapel. Inside the stained windows were gorgeous pictures of the saints and of Mary. She was sitting on a cloud, with angels flying around her, and on her holy head was a crown. I bowed my head and said a prayer to her to protect me from Vagnone.
The priest led us to a little room, and sat us down. It had a statue of the Virgin, and flowers surrounding it.
"What can I do for you? Confession, mass?"
He looked at us both, and lifted an eyebrow.
"I can be wrong, but are you hear to be wed? Or eloped?"
Shand took my hand and smiled at the priest. The priest sighed and stood up. He opened the door and beckoned us to follow.
He led us to two door, one had a cross on it, the other had flowers engraved in it. He pulled out a set of keys and opened both of the doors.
"If you give me an hour to get ready, I can have you married personally, but if you can't wait, then I can get Father O'Brien to marry you. By the way, my name is Father Callahan."
He walked away and I took Shand's hands and smiled my sweetest smile at him. He bent down and kissed me, and carried me into my room. He told me that he would go outside and get my dress for me.
I looked around at my room, and giggled. In an hour I will be married. I can't wait, but I want Father Callahan. He seemed really nice, and if I want things right, then I will wait. The room had perfume on a table, and lip color. I wish I had Savanna with me to do my hair pretty, but I didn't want to bring anyone with me. Besides, I could live without my hair being all up and with flowers in it. I could do it myself. I'm not that bad with hair, even though I'm not like most of my girl friends that have to have everything perfect.
Shand knocked on my door, and reading my mind told me he would be happy to do my hair in flowers.
"You? You're going to put my hair up and put flowers in my hair? I'd like to see that." I laughed, but I believed that he could, because he had four sisters, and often had to brush their hair when it got messed up horses-back riding, and there was an event happening.
He looked though the bag that I packed and found a brush, the one with the ivory handle. He brushed my hair very gently, and then put my hair up with a pink ribbon. He made little loops to put the flowers though, and when he was done, I must give it to him, I looked very nice.
"I'm sorry Shand. But I think I have to take it out. It's lovely, but I have to put my dress one, and if I do, it will mess up my hair."
He looked mock angry, and carefully took out the flowers in my hair. I shook my hair, and took of the indigo dress that I had on. I put on two more petticoats to make my dress bellow, and took out my wedding dress.
It was a gorgeous silk dress, with silk flowers sewed on, with diamonds and sapphires. I pulled it on, and Shand helped me tie the lacing in the back, and then redid my hair.
"Lovely, just lovely. I couldn't have done a better job with the hair. And now you can put on your lip color while I change into my clothing."
He left the room, and I stood in front of the mirrors, dazed thinking that the woman in looking back at me couldn't be me. I twirled in my dress, it simmering in the light, sparking blue, and my hair with flowering in it, with two or three roses. I am a bride, and Vagnone isn't here to stop me.