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-MK
"I'm not nervous, I'm just…"
"Getting cold feet?"
"Exactly…" Jon paced slightly in his room, "Kind of, I'm not sure…"
"Jon, you've waited…almost 10 years, maybe more for this, you're more prepared for it than anyone else." Gary said, not stopping what he was doing.
"I know…"
"Jon, if you say one more things, I will hit you with my sword, and you will not want to have to explain to anyone why you have so many marks over your body…" Raoul growled, "I'd hate for you to say to Alanna that you got a bruise because you didn't think you were ready to marry, or else I'm sure she'd give you more than a bruise."
Jon sighed but kept silent, hoping his bride was having better luck.
She was, Alanna turned around looking at herself in the mirror.
"You have an hour left…" Someone muttered.
Alanna appraised herself, if Jon didn't like this, then was obviously blind.
"Well Alanna it's time to get started." Alanna nodded and took her position.
The royal wedding was filled with red. Red velvet lined the seats, and a red carpet fell in between rows of chairs. The leaves that surrounded them were a clear red, some yellow, and beautiful. The only things that weren't red were the tent under which Jonathan stood, and the entrance to the garden, which was white.
As the bridal march played the doors to the tent slowly opened. Thayet's daughter Kalasin walked down the aisle. Only a few years old, she proudly walked down the aisle, sporting her mother's hair and her father's eyes. She was followed by Buri who stood by Raoul. They both wore Tortall's colours the red and gold. Next came Gary and Cythera, who wore similar outfits, Cythera had made sure to make subtle differences in all of the clothing. Finally a pregnant (again) Thayet walked down, on Thom's arm.
The music stopped and people shifted, turning to look at the entrance. There stood Myles of Olau and at his arm was the loveliest lady many had seen.
Alanna had her hair in curls, half that here pinned up, half fell down her back. Her dress was pure white and had a bright silver brocade that was beautiful. She smiled at many familiar faces and finally she came to the end of the aisle. Myles handed her off to Jonathan, and muttered 'take care of her…' softly.
The ceremony began, and Jon reached out for Alanna's hand who, gripped his tightly.
Finally the priest came to the vows, and finally the end. Jon grabbed his bride and kissed her fiercely. Alanna grinned and returned his kisses.
"I love you," he murmured as they walked down the aisle in a shower of rose petals and music.
"I love you too." She whispered back.
"That was sweet." She smiled later that night.
"Yes...are you all right?"
"Yes, I'm feeling fine."
"You've been looking sick lately."
Alanna laughed, "Duke Baird's been saying that's been recurring since the Tusaine war, then with another injury my system's bpretty damaged."
Jon smiled, "As long as we're together."
Alanna rolled her eyes, "I'm not going to go soft you realize that?"
Jon chuckled slightly, "In a few years you'll be picking daisies and taking care of stray kittens, just you see!" Alanna hit him soundly.
"Ow..."
"That was a to tell you how much I love you."
"Then you must love me a lot."
Before Alanna could retort something, Jon kissed her firmly.
"I love you."
"I know...who couldn't?" Jon grinned, and kissed her again.
Alanna smiled slightly, maybe being married wouldn't be that bad.