Summary

Aria is princess and she wants nothing more out of her life than to be able to decide what to do with it. But fate (and her mother) have another plan. What will our headstrong heroine do when she finds out she is betrothed to the prince of another land? And what happens when sparks fly between them and she finds herself falling hopelessly in love with him?

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So there I was standing there in Rigels strong arms letting him kiss me and kissing him back, very obliviously to the world. I heard someone clearing his throat behind us.

The priest that was to marry Marcus and Izzy was smiling goofily at us. "Prince Marcus & Lady Isabel are waiting for you in their dressing rooms."

I smiled quickly at him ''Thank you.'' He winked at us and walked away. I took a deep breath and pried myself from Rigels grasp, much to his dismay, and walked into the church.

It was beautiful inside; beautiful was the only way to describe it. There were these windows of different colors. Marcus was very lucky to be getting married in a church like this.

Actually, this wasn't a church it was a monastery. There were bunches of little bald men running around in black robes. The man to marry Marcus and Izzy was a priest though.

Not that it mattered who married them a priest or a monk, our parents couldn't break them up, that's what mattered.

Rigel came up to me, while I was standing in awe of the place with my thoughts; took my hand and led me to the dressing rooms where Marcus and Izzy were waiting for their clothes and us.

Rigel kissed me lightly on the cheek before opening Marcus's dressing room door, and giving me Izzys package, he went in. I took a deep breath and went in to Izzys dressing room; she was pacing back and forth so fast it was going to give me a headache.

"Izzy!" the sharp tone in my voice made her stop pacing so fast. Instead, she killed me with one of Marcus's bone crushing hugs.

She let me go when she started to whine "Oh Aria I thought you weren't going to make it! I thought your mother might have caught you. Did you fight with her is that why you're so late..." She kept rambling on until I grabbed her by the shoulders and shook her hard.

"Izzy would you please calm down? I'm sorry we were late I got a bit distracted, (yea that's it distracted) but that doesn't matter. Were here and that's all that matters."

She smiled and hugged me again but this time she didn't crush my bones. I let her go and looked at her; her hair was lovely but a bit loose with all her fast pacing.

Other than that, she looked fine. I smiled at her "Izzy the dress is in that package over there." She scurried over tore open the package but with special care not to tear her dress, and showed it to me.

It was everything a wedding dress should be, it was poufy but not too poufy, and it was silky, embroidered with white pearls and diamonds. I helped her out of her traveling dress she was wearing and tightened the strings of her corset.

"Izzy are you sure you want them this tight I don't want you to faint in the middle of the vows?"

She took a deep breath and smirked at me "It needs to be tight that's how the dress was made."

"Well that's silly."

she put an arm around my shoulder and laughed, "Yes it may be silly but it's what I wanted, so now I have to deal with the consequences."

I shook my head I thought it was foolish but that's what she wanted. I went over to pick up her veil that she tossed on the low stool in her hurry to get to her dress.

I looked at the veil it was encrusted with the same pearls and diamonds that the dress was. It was beautiful, that was the only way to describe it.

"Aria" I heard Izzy calling me and I turned around and went back to see her holding a beautiful purple bridesmaids gown. I just stared at it,

"Aria try it on it's yours." I kept blinking my wits scattered in the wind.

"I couldn't possibly..." I trailed off, "Izzy I would ruin it. Rigel and I are riding back to the palace on only one horse; it would get in the way."

"Nonsense," she scoffed, "It wasn't made to be looked at, it was made to be worn and it won't get in the way, I promise. I tucked it in the package just for you. Please wear it?"

I frowned a bit, I really did want to wear it, it was THAT pretty. I don't like girly colors, (pink, pinky-purple) but this wasn't pinky-purple, it was a royal purple.

"Alright Izzy I'll wear it, but if it gets ruined don't blame me. I warned you."

She squealed in delight and undid the dress,"Of course Aria consider me told, now come on get out of that dress, this one is so soft, it'll feel like silk on your skin."

I rolled my eyes and sighed in defeat as she helped me into the lovely purple dress. She was right it did feel like silk. "Oh wow this dress really does feel like silk on my skin you were right."

She smirked triumphantly and said in a fake snobby voice. "Yes I know I'm always right, but we need to do something with that hair!"

When she finished plucking the weeds from my hair that she deemed unacceptable at her wedding, I convinced her to put her dress on and that she could finish attacking my hair when she was dressed.

She always thought of others before she thought of herself, if she wasn't as sweet as she was I would hate her, because she's friggin PERFECT. My brother is a lucky man.

She did most of her dressing the only thing I had to do was to help clip up the back. As soon as that was done she started attacking my hair again, she tied it in a little knot at my neck so it wouldn't get in my (and Rigels) face on the ride back to the palace.

She finally deemed me acceptable to attend her wedding, and started fiddling with her own hair. She was in the middle of sticking more pins into it when I heard a knock on the door.

"Aria would you be a dear and get that for me." It was more a muffled statement (because of all the pins she had in her mouth) than a question.

I obliged because lets face it no one from her family was there, and I was the only one to do things for her. I also felt bad for her; I mean she couldn't have the huge wedding she told me she dreamed of having since she was little.

Nevertheless, she was happy with this because she was marrying the man who stole her heart away from her while she wasn't looking. (Her words not mine)

I opened the door and there was Rigel holding two bouquets of rose's one a big white and the other smaller red. He was a bit stunned to say the least,

"Aria you look ... You look beautiful." I smiled and kissed him on the cheek.

"Thank you, what are those for, or should I say who are those for?" I smiled pointing to the bouquets. He had a dazed look on his face so I snapped my fingers in front of his face to get his attention.

"Huh, oh these are for you," he said handing me the bouquet of red roses. I leaned into him and kissed him on the cheek again.

"Thank you my dear." I said turning to go back into the room but he grabbed my hand "Oh and these are for Izzy." he said holding up the white roses.

I smiled as I took both bouquets, I would have kissed him again but right then Izzy called "Aria what's the matter."

I wrinkled my nose, said goodbye and closed the door. "Izzy Rigel brought our bouquets for us." I stated holding up the flowers in my hands.

She sighed and got that fogged hazy look on her face again. "Oh Aria isn't Marcus the sweetest man in the world, I must be the luckiest girl in the world."

I rolled my eyes and smiled oh no here we go again the last time Marcus was being compared to fluffy pink bunnies. What is it going to be this time "Yes you must be Izzy." I agreed; cuz lets face it she was, she was marrying MY brother. And she was very lucky to be marrying him.

"I mean he is so handsome, and his kisses, oh they're better than chocolate and you know how much I LOVE chocolate!"

I raised my eyebrows while I helped her put her veil on thankfully she didn't see me. "Better than chocolate, Izzy? I don't think so nothing is better than chocolate." I said playing along with her in this cheesy little game of hers.

"You must be mistaken, because Marcus's kisses are so much better than chocolate. With chocolate and kisses in general, it always leaves you wanting more, but with kisses you can have more, and the added bonus of no pimples.

Especially with my dearest sugar poo, he is never stingy with anything. I love wakening up by his side his heavily muscled body beside me.

But when he wakes up and we look into each other's eyes we know we love each other and we make passionate lo...OUCH."

"Oops sorry Izzy, there was a knot in your hair."

When she started talking about their love life a red flag went up in my brain. I had to stop it any way I could, I mean who wants to hear about their older brother's love life, NOT ME. I didn't even know he had a LOVE LIFE.

So I pulled on her hair hard, she screamed and I could look Marcus in the face without laughing and thinking of him as 'suggarpoo.

Thankfully, someone knocked on the door before she could talk about their sex life again. I got down from the stool I was standing on to fix her veil and I went over and answered the door.

Surprise, surprise it was Suggarpoo himself. He smiled at me and pulled me out into the corridor.

"Sister dear," Marcus started in a sarcastic tone, but I cut him off. "Marcus, what do you want?" I said playfully with a huge grin plastered on my face.

He smirked and dug in his pocket. When he showed it to me my heart almost stopped beating, it was a diamond ring. But it wasn't just any diamond ring, it was our grandmothers ring.

Our mother's mother's ring, her husband gave it to her on their wedding night. It wasn't anything better than the next engagement ring, but it was a family heirloom that's what made it special.

"Oh Marcus," I breathed, "she's going to love it." He smiled proudly and took another ring out of his other pocket it was a mans wedding ring but it was this ones perfect mate.

"I had it made bout three months ago, that's when I decided I wanted to marry Izzy. She was different from all those other women Aria, she wasn't after the crown or money or power she just wanted me."

"She would rather I wasn't the crown prince, so then I could spend all the time with her and our children." I swallowed and looked up at him he could not have looked happier.

"But I really came to ask you to bear the rings at the altar." I smiled. He was marring the woman he loved and I was helping him it was so sweet.

I really was very happy for him, only I was a bit jealous. I do like Rigel don't get me wrong I like him a whole lot. With time, I can; and will fall in love with him. I just wish I had the option of falling in love with him to begin with.

Oh well he was very nice and he was kind, and I like to talk to him. I looked back up at Marcus shaking the self-pity off myself as a dog shakes off water after a bath.

"I would love to Hold your rings and I think that's wonderful, and she's exactly the kind of wife you need." I said leading him to the hall down by the altar,

"but you have to marry her first, so lets get this show on the road." He chuckled and kissed me on the forehead, "Thank you for doing this for me, I know you say I would do the same for you, but you do know you're going to take the brunt force of Mother's wrath, right?"

I chuckled and smiled at him then I gave him a hug. I would miss him, he was my best friend and he would be going away for a very long time.

Even if father forgave him, he would still be gone for a while. And do you know what the worst was; not that he would be gone for a while or my mothers anger, but the fact that he wouldn't be there to walk me down the isle at my wedding.

My disappointment must have shown on my face because he said, "Hey Aria don't worry about it I can take care of myself, and I'll be back before you know it."

"That's not what I'm sad about."

He looked confused, "What then, what are you sad about?" I looked at my interesting shoes again. "ARIA."

He used his prince voice, I hate that voice, it's too demanding for my sweet older brother. "You won't be here for my wedding." I mumbled.

"Aria sweet you'll have to speak up, I can't hear you when you mumble like that. I sighed inwardly "I said you won't be here for my wedding, and I want you here, I wanted you to walk me down the isle, it is the custom and I had my heart set on you walking me down." I rambled.

He smiled, he smiled, and of all things he could do, he smiled. Thanks I'm glad you find my dilemma funny Marcus.

"Aria, my dear sweet little sister is that what you're worried about." I sighed in agitation and looked at him, he was still smiling I am glad he found this soooo amusing.

"Aria Evil Sorcerers couldn't stop me from walking you down that isle and it won't stop Izzy and me from being here. We love you and we will not entirely abandon you to the wolves. I will be there to protect you from mother at the wedding; do not worry my little one. I wont let he make you look like a clown on your wedding day."

I smiled at him and hugged him again; I was really going to miss him and all his big brotherness. He wiped the tears off my cheek that I didn't even know were there. He turned and walked down the isle to where He was to wait for His bride.

Now all I had to do was to get Izzy down that isle and then face mother's wrath. Yet it would be nothing compared to how happy Marcus will be. And that's all that really matters in the end; how good you were to the people you loved and how good they were back to you.