Chapter 3

Numair was just running a brush through his jet-black locks of hair when Daine burst through the door.

"Here they are!" she said triumphantly, waving their wedding clothes. "Now we can really start getting ready!"

Then she stopped in her tracks- Numair was wiping a tear off his face! "What's wrong?" she asked him gently, kneeling in front of him.

"It is nothing, really, magelet," he said. "I am simply overcome with emotion at the thought of joining in matrimony with you. I just adore you so much."

"Oh, how sweet!" she remarked. "I love you, too. Ahh! I just understood Numairish!" She looked almost horrified. Numair started laughing uncontrollably at her look of mingled horror, confusion, and laughter.

Then they both got up and started getting dressed for their wedding.

Daine grumbled as she started pulling on her corset and bodice and lacing everything up. "I hate having to wear a dress," she complained. "I don't see why we can't just wear our regular things and have a small wedding with a few of our closest friends, who could also wear their usual things."

"I agree," Numair replied.

"You don't have to wear a dress!" she exclaimed. "You don't know what it's like, being all laced up and not being able to move an inch in fear that you'll split the fabric! I can't move, and if there was an emergency, I wouldn't be able to do anything! I would have to just stand there and try to take this thing off in the middle of the crowd. Then I'd have to hope that someone would take pity on me and give me their cloak or something so I wouldn't be completely naked!"

"Magelet, calm down! Nothing is going to occur while we're getting joined in matrimony. It is going to be completely satisfactory." With that said, he grabbed her arm and proceeded to pull her out of their room.

She got her feet under her walking down the stairs and they continued on into the hallway. "Umm, Numair, do you know where we're going?" she asked. "Because I don't."

"Well, as a matter of fact… no, I do not."

They looked up and down the hallway, but didn't see anyone. "Maybe in the Grand Ballroom?" Daine suggested.

They started walking that way, but about halfway there they met Raoul and Buri coming the opposite way.

"Hi!" said Buri. "Where do you two think you're going? Trying to get away from your own wedding?"

"Well…" said Daine, blushing. "We forgot where they were going to have it so we were checking if it was in the Grand Ballroom."

"Nope," said Raoul. "It's in the Throne Room. King Jonathon is waiting."