Summary: No X.A.N.A, no Yumi, Odd or Ulrich. Just my version of Lyoko, and it's people. Aelita is the 'royal outcast', until a certain human boy comes along. J/A forever!

Disclaim: I own all of Lyoko's original inhabitants, the language, and such. I don't own Lyoko, Jeremie, or Aelita.

Now, on to chapter eight. The Wedding! Dun, dun, da dun…okay, I'll shut up now.

The Wedding Day

Goddess and glory…

Aelita's eyes were closed in prayer, but her whole body was quivering. Custom had overruled nerves, and the bride was to get ready alone.

I have never been this nervous in my life. Nor this happy.

She opened her eyes, and looked at the gown hanging on the rest chair. Silver-white, with light pink shimmers along the bottom and neck. The most splendid thing Aelita have ever seen, let alone been able to wear.

The Princess sighed, and stood. No time like now to become a bride, she thought wryly, and took the gown off the chair.

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Jeremie looked into the mirror in the corner of his room. A pale, eighteen-year-old boy stared back at him, shaking from head to foot. His blond hair was combed back, and the silver circlet, now a solid circle of silver and blue diamonds, was placed snugly around his forehead. Dressed in a deep blue tunic and black leggings, Jeremie almost looked the part of a soon-to-be-married Lyokoian boy. Alas, he, and the rest of court, knew better.

"Sir?"

Jeremie turned, and saw the message -runner standing at the door. "It is time. Will you follow me, please?" The human nodded, and nervously followed the youngling as he led him to the courtyard already full of people.

Then he saw Aelita, and his mind went blank.

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By God, she was beautiful. That soft smile, and those strange eyes he knew so well seemed to blaze with love as their gazes met. Jeremie smiled, and bowed, his heart suddenly lighter than it had been all day. Keeping his head bowed, his back straightened, and he spoke the ancient oath that bonded love in Lyoko.

"I shall keep her body safe from physical blows, her mind from sorrow and hurt, and her heart from breaking. I shall keep my love for her pure and true, and as strong as the wind that ever blows over this world."

Aelita stepped one step toward him, threw her head back, and sang a long, high note that echoed throughout the land, sending a shiver through all who listened. When she stopped, and the echoes ended, the Princess approached her betrothed, and took his hands.

"I shall keep his body from suffering, his mind from anger and grief, and his heart from tearing. I will keep my love for him strong and as true as the power that runs in my veins."

Jeremie looked up, his blue eyes shinning behind his glasses, and their hands were placed palm to palm as they spoke the binding oath together.

"I will savor the moment of meeting, and I shall mourn the moment of loss. Together doth our souls join, and together they shall stay for all eternity."

As they spoke, the wind picked up, swirling around the couple like a vortex. A ripple of power suddenly flowed from their joined hands, and sky-blue lightning twirled around their fingertips. Then, just as suddenly, it all vanished, and Aelita's jewel and Jeremie's diamond both glowed with a soft light. That too, faded, as the two stared at each other. Then, slowly, their eyes closed, and their lips met in a gentle kiss that sent a surge of joy through the both of them.

Neither of them knew how long they stood there in that kiss. It was like an eternity of warmth and pure pleasure that came in a never-ending wave. However, Aelita's mind gradually began to work, and she pulled away slowly. The world came back to their senses, and the sounds of chanting and cheering reached their ears.

Aelita smiled up at Jeremie, and cupped his face in her hands. Unable to find words to say, she kissed him again, then took his hands and led him down to the crowd. A path parted, but the next second, a purple and black blur shot down it, and both Aelita and Jeremie found themselves encased in one huge bear hug.

"Oh, Goddess and Glory! You are bonded, I can't believe this! My best friend and my new one are bonded! Aaaayyyyeeee!"

Jeremie wiggled desperately, feeling as if his rips were cracked. "Relika! A-air!"

The witch pulled away, only to be followed by the youngling, Onya. Finally, both witch and youngling stopped hugging the newly wedded couple, and both stood back, grinning. Aelita glared half-heartedly, planting one hand on her hip, the other still entwined with Jeremie's.

"What, have you been adopted as the mischief maker now?"

Onya shook her head, grinning evilly. "No. You're still worse than me, your Highness. Relika told me what you did to Jenden's rest room, and what you put in Silica's bed after she told on you, and why you have all of your books attached to the floor every time you meditate-" Jeremie raised an eyebrow at Aelita, and the Princess's eyes glowed as she grinned sheepishly.

"Attached to the floor, huh, my Angel?" He asked in an undertone. "No more…objects flying around the room?" Aelita stuck her tongue out at him, and Jeremie kissed her instantly. The Princess shivered, the world fading, and let Jeremie's own tongue battle hers for power. A soft moan emitted from Jeremie's throat, and he pulled her closer.

"OY! You two better wait till you get to your rooms before you start that," Relika bellowed at the kissing couple. They pulled apart slowly, and a grin grew on Aelita's face. Jeremie, seeing this, fought to keep from smirking.

"Now?" He whispered, and Aelita winked.

"We mustn't be totally anti-social, my Jeremie," she whispered back. Jeremie felt a shiver of pleasure go up his back at the way she said his name.

"Anti-social to a society that just now accepted you?"

Aelita's grin turned evil. "I know. That's why I'm staying. Some are like Relika: they don't like love. If we stay around, it'll be…" she paused, then smirked. "Payback." Jeremie couldn't help grinning at this, and he kissed her forehead.

"Lead on, my mischievous angel," he whispered, and Aelita's smirk grew wider.

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A circle of laughing women were dancing in the middle of the arena, as the men watched.

Step one, turn half, step two…oh goddess, I hope he knows I haven't done this in years! Aelita thought, glancing up at Jeremie from her spot between Relika and Onya. She could see him clearly, and felt warmth fuzz down her spine the second their gazes connected. She almost could feel the awe that was shinning so brightly behind his glasses. Suddenly she felt as shy as she had been the day she met him.

As the first dance ended, another one began, and the shyness began to fade. It was a double dance, one for both genders. Smiling, Aelita left the circle, and approached Jeremie slowly, holding out one hand.

"Join me, mu boiden?"

Jeremie raised an eyebrow. "You do know, Princess, I'd just love to take the second meaning of that…"

Aelita's eyes glowed brightly, and she winked. "That's later, my love." Jeremie took her hand, and pulled her to him, his eyes blazing in a way that sent another wave of heat down her back.

"Every move you make is making me want to capture you and make this horribly slow 'later' you speak of into 'now', Princess…" he leaned down, and brushed a soft kiss against her lips, then her jaw, and her neck. Aelita gasped, and clung to him for a few moments, the world fading. Then he stopped, and the Princess tried to catch her breath. Finally, she pulled back slowly, and pulled his hand.

"The more you do that, the more I agree with your view, my sweet. But, for now, please…"Aelita tugged on his hand gently, giving him a pleading look. Jeremie grinned sheepishly, and relented, following her toward the middle of the arena.

"You better be helping me," he said as they stopped in an empty space. Aelita just smiled, and placed her hands on his waist.

"Just look around," she retorted, and Jeremie did so.

His jaw dropped open, and Aelita burst out laughing. Obviously, Jeremie didn't think he could dance so quickly. With another laugh, the Princess grabbed his hands and began to twirl him around. Immediately the people around them made a large hole in the crowd, laughing and clapping. Jeremie's eyes widened, then also began to laugh. The next second, he picked Aelita up by her waist and whirled her around in the air above his head.

"Jeremie!" Aelita yelped, clinging to his arms and praying she wouldn't fall. Not like Jeremie would let her go…but still. Jeremie grinned evilly up at her, and set her down on her feet. Wobbling slightly, she rested her head against Jeremie's chest and closed her eyes. She felt Jeremie's arms tighten around her, and she sighed happily. She felt his hands start rubbing her shoulders, and grinned, getting an evil idea. Still leaning against him, she found the hem of his tunic-shirt with one hand, and slipped it under the cloth, caressing his chest gently. Jeremie moaned softly, and put his hand over hers, stopping her progress.

"Now, Aelita?" he whispered, his voice hoarse. "Or are you still tormenting me?"

Aelita smiled, and kissed him deeply, there, in front of the whole court of Lyoko. A few grumbles were muttered, then a loud cheer broke out. The next second, Aelita and Jeremie vanished, still locked in the kiss.

They didn't reappear in the court for quite a long time afterward.

Hehehehe…and everyone knows what that means! I dunno people…should this be the end, or one last chappy? Decisions…decisions… please review!