The bid day's finally here! Emma and Regina take Robin to be their husband. Snow planned it all meticulously. What could go wrong?
The Royal Wedding Day – Part II
Among all the kerfuffle surrounding the wedding, hardly anyone noticed the orchestra of some twenty musicians sitting in the dugout immediately behind the stage. At least, they hadn't noticed until Archie, having spotted the bridal party starting to head toward them, nodded for them to start.
Seeing two brides in white, the crowd started stirring, cheering, waving enthusiastically. Robin deliberately avoided looking, relishing the surprise to come. As they gradually reached the ramp, the orchestra struck up, silencing the crowd immediately. First onto the aisle were Princesses Honour and Margot, drawing admiring looks and sighs from the entire congregation as, each holding a basket of red and white rose petals, they started to walk up the wide aisle, dropping petals onto the path, heading slowly towards their father, as Regina had rehearsed them.
Robin turned, sighing at the sight of his little angels and, ignoring tradition, dropped to his knees in the centre of the aisle to await them, a proud grin on his face. They finally arrived, with beaming smiles as he pulled them into his arms, placing a loud kiss on each of their cheeks.
"Well done, my loves! You were brilliant, as always!" He whispered releasing them. Snow now appeared discretely at his side, guiding them to their seats nearby.
Next came Princesses Hope and Faith, sixteen-months-old, wobbling along on unsteady feet, holding tiny baskets, unsure what to do. Caroline and Maria gently guided them as they attempted to walk, laughing along with the crowd as the infants kept stopping, Faith to sit and chew on some petals she'd just found on the floor, and Hope to burble incoherently at one of the guests she'd recognised. The crowd, watching the large monitor, found the pair utterly adorable, many chuckling, wet-eyed, at their little display. Eventually Maria and Caroline scooped them up to save time, before bringing them to Robin for a quick hug and kiss, Faith then showing a hint of temper at being taken away from her papa.
Now came the brides, seen first by the video camera on the lawn, as they gathered at the back, Elsa and Maleficent straightening out their trains behind them. Regina, with Maleficent holding onto hers, gripped Henry's arm for dear life, as she stepped onto the platform. Close behind her stepped Emma, her arm in David's, Queen Elsa behind. The royal group arranged themselves, with the two brides in the middle. Gasps were heard from the women in the crowd on the lawn, as the camera zoomed in, the monitor showing Regina and Emma, admiring their hair and stunning dresses, in all their bridal glory, as they prepared to walk up the aisle.
George Handel's The Arrival of the Queen of Sheba, burst forth from six violinists, among them Henry's first love, Violet, rapidly followed by the oboes. One of the non-magical world's most famous classical works stilled the crowd instantly, as Emma and Regina Swan-Mills walked towards the next stage of their eventful lives. Regina glanced anxiously at her blonde wife, entwined their fingers, biting her lower lip as she hid her nerves with practised skill.
Hearing the orchestra, and seeing the huge grin on Archie's face, Robin finally turned, to stand in the middle, facing the new arrivals.
Then he saw their matching bridal dresses, and nervous smiles, as they looked at one another, and gulped heavily. They were perfection, complementing one another magnificently. He couldn't hide a broad smile creeping onto his face, as the two most beautiful women in his entire world walked steadily toward him.
How the hell could I ever imagine myself worthy of these two?
Regina was the first to spot his cheesy grin, which relaxed her, just a little. Emma followed momentarily, blowing a silent air kiss to their imminent husband.
Just before they finally reached him, the brunette squeezed her hand, stopping to do something they'd already agreed. The rest of the audience were surprised when the brides turned as a pair, seemingly to face Snow and David but actually, the elderly grey-haired gentleman with the twinkly blue eyes, now standing on Snow's left. Together, Emma and Regina gave a slow, elegant curtsy to the old man, who beamed with happiness in response, bowing back.
"Your Grace!" Regina loud-whispered above the music. "So pleased they got you here on time!"
"Hi, Chris!" said Emma, a little louder, "Loads to catch up on! See you later."
"Your Majesties!" said Christopher, the current Earl of Locksley, straightening up. "I'm so looking forward to it!"
Finally, they reached the front and, as the music faded, David stepped forward from beside his daughter, shaking hands with Robin, before pulling him into a brief hug and whispering something, unheard by the others, which made Robin laugh. Henry did something similar with Robin, before stepping back and placing a kiss on both mothers' cheeks, before moving aside to his seat. Robin gathered Emma's left and Regina's right hands in his own, delivering a small kiss on each as he looked both in their eyes, whispering. "Perfection. There are no words..."
Regina stared at him, transfixed. To her, their fiancé looked a million dollars in his bespoke morning suit, which accentuated his shoulders and lean torso. Emma's eyes flickered over him, looking him up and down, admiring the view. She just couldn't help herself when she sent him a quick mind-message, heard only by Regina:
[Hmm. Nice suit! Rather nice body inside it, too…] she grinned at him.
[I was just thinking things about you two that I REALLY shouldn't be thinking about right now!] he winked at Regina.
[Plenty of time for all that later, you two! Patience] Regina added, herself pinking under her makeup.
[Is that a promise, my lady?'] He looked almost predatory at that moment.
[That is most definitely a promise! But only if you both...focus!]
Archie could tell something had just passed between the trio, but wisely chose to ignore it. After welcoming them, he stood in the centre, to address the crowd, his voice echoing over the tannoy.
"Good afternoon, everyone. It's a glorious day, isn't it? Not a cloud in the sky. And we're gathered here today, at this beautiful location, to witness a wonderful event. A union between three of our most illustrious heroes. A commitment, a promise between all of them, to come together in marriage. Marriage is a spiritual, sacred and legal bond; a lifelong commitment, not to be taken lightly." He stopped, turning slightly to face the trio, his face now serious. "So, I call upon all those present to witness and bless this union. And I ask the three of you, do you all consent to this marriage willingly?"
Each of them confirmed in turn. "I do!"
He gave them a little smile, before continuing. "Excellent. Now, our ceremony will be a little different today. As most of you know, our brides, Regina and Emma Swan-Mills, are already married some three years now. But they will today be taking Robin of Locksley into their union. So, Robin will be making his commitment to each of them individually. And they, as a couple, to him. Now, before we proceed, I understand the brides and groom have statements they wish to make to each other. Regina, would you like to start?"
The former Evil Queen and mayor of Storybrooke nodded, nervously changing places with their fiancé, stepping into the centre, before taking a deep breath and turning to address him.
"Robin, you died seven years ago, sacrificing your own life, just to save mine! It was by far the worst day of my life, and I was left utterly broken. What I suffered as a result wasn't just depression, it was a complete physical and mental breakdown. At my lowest point, I even once attempted to take my own life." Several large gasps were heard from around the audience, many of whom hadn't heard that part of her story! "However, I was saved by so many people, even though, knowing my past, I didn't deserve it! My darling son Henry of course. You Archie..." she smiled up at her now close friend, confidant and therapist, "Little John, Will and the men. So many of you…" She hesitated, gulping, tears trying to form in her eyes. She resisted, focusing on matters in hand. "But amongst all of you, was my darling Emma." She looked adoringly at her beloved wife.
"Emma suffered, just as much as me with loss of her own. But somehow, we clung to one another through those first terrible months..." Emma stepped forward, to try and comfort the slightly trembling brunette. Regina shook her head a fraction, letting her know she was okay to continue. "Robin, I discovered after you'd died, that you'd also left me with one of the greatest gifts of my life. You left me pregnant! Honour was born six months later. She, and Roland when we got him back, helped me through the next few painful years. I love them all, and I'll forever be grateful for being blessed with them. However, I still grieved over your passing, and as Emma and I drew closer, we slowly realised our feelings were becoming more than just friendship. I came to love her, and we finally married three years ago, at a little ceremony in New York." A short flick of magic produced a hankie, which she used to dab her eyes, their audience and the larger crowd nearby staying silent as they felt the raw emotion in her voice.
"Emma, I love you with all my heart. I use this opportunity in front of everyone here to renew that vow I made you three years ago, and pledge my undying love and faithfulness to you, my darling."
Emma smiled back, trying to hold back a tear.
Regina's eyes now focused on Robin. "Then YOU came back!" she said it with a smirk, captured by the camera, which in turn made quite a few people in the congregation chuckle, including Emma. "The man who died to save me! My soulmate, the man who Tinker Bell said would be my happiness. You can imagine my torment. However, once again Emma became my saviour; the one who proposed another way, just as she had with Henry. A way I could have both of you in my life. And the result? Three months later, not only did I discover I was pregnant, but Emma was too!"
She meant it merely as an explanation for what she had to say next. But hearing the loud chuckles, guffaws and a few cheers from the crowd, she realised now she could have phrased it very differently! Hearing some bawdy comments from the crowd, ("Yay, plenty o' lead in yer pencil there, Rob!", "You go, my son!", and one unnecessary "Never thought you had it in you – but they did!" – the last one earning a scowl at the crowd from Snow...and Robin, her cheeks reddened. Then she noticed Emma's had too, as both women finally broke into embarrassed laughter themselves!
As the crowd slowly calmed, her regal manner returned:
"Before we were so rudely interrupted, I meant to say that it brought Hope and Faith into our lives! With the result that this once lonely Queen now has six wonderful, beautiful children and her own queen in her life! Robin, I love you. I've been in love with you for a very long time. If you will take me, a deeply-flawed woman with a terrible past, to be your wife, I will devote my life to you, and Emma, and our entire family and I'll do my undying best to be the best mother and wife I can be to you all."
Robin's silly grin never left his face as he heard a few sniffles nearby. No doubt Snow being one of them! He so wanted to take Regina in his arms to kiss her right there, but knew he'd have to hang on a little longer. Now it was Emma's turn to speak. She stepped up to her wife, placing a quick chaste kiss on her lips Well they're already married, so what the hell? before composing herself.
"Robin, I never really got to know you before you died. However, your death soon made me realise what you meant to so many people. You were, are, a legend and your name is known, even throughout the non-magical world. You've led men and women to do good for those around them, with no magic, and no titles or wealth. So many were devastated by your cruel murder, not just Regina. You were a thief, but you used the money stolen from the rich and undeserving, only for the good of others. So, when Zeus sent you back to us, I remember everyone around her was overjoyed. Except me! I thought you were a pain in the ass, or 'arse' as you'd say, just to rile me!"
That brought laughter from most of the crowd, and Emma smiled back at her victim, who just grinned back. "Well come on, think about it? I'd married Regina, then the very guy who got killed saving her, comes back? Her True Love! Then we find you came with magic as well! And to make matters worse, I discover the annoying man really is the most honourable, decent and honest man I've ever met. How annoying is that?" Emma had really been speaking to the audience, but now she turned her attention to him.
"But then I got to know you, Robin Hood! I got to know the man behind all the legends and stuff, and I got to realise why Regina fell for you; because I was starting to myself, even back then! In that clinic just over there, during that siege, it was finally my turn to be killed. I was shot and it appears, I died. Yet…yet, you brought me back. You brought me back from death with a kiss! Even after all that, it still took me weeks to admit I'd fallen in love with you. Three months after your return, just like Regina, I found out I was pregnant with Hope! What can I say? This is meant to be!" A few cheers rang out from around the crowd. "The last year and a half has been the busiest, most stressful, but I have to say the happiest of my life. I've got you, I've got Regina, and I've got a huge family. And a large part of it's down to you! So like her, I vow to you to be the best mother and best wife I can be, devoting my life to my family, always. I love you."
A polite clap from the audience followed, as Robin brought her hands to his lips, kissing it.
"Robin, I believe you also wish to say something?" asked Archie, earning a silent nod from the former outlaw as he switched places with Emma, to face them. Unusually nervous, for him, he gave a very long sigh, pausing to gather his thoughts.
"Two years ago, Zeus sent me back. What for me, was a gap of weeks down there, was five years up here. So the world I'd left behind changed completely. I'd grieved the loss of my family, feeling guilt over Roland having already lost his mother, god rest her soul. It was only natural that Regina, and the town, had moved on. The fairies said she was my soulmate, my True Love. But they didn't need to tell me anything, because I knew I was already deeply in love. Discovering she'd now found love with Emma, the Saviour, was initially a bitter pill to swallow. My losing Regina was bad, though the joy of discovering I had yet another daughter, my little Honour, and that Margot and Roland were safe and well, helped me cope. My family is my life, the centre of my universe. I never stopped loving you Regina, though knowing you were now loved by Emma Swan, somehow made my loss a little more bearable." He looked across to the blonde.
"Emma, you and I hardly knew each other before my death, but even back then, I knew you and Regina were important to one another. Not just for Henry, not just for the town, but for each other. As a lifeline against all the craziness coming into this place. You supported and loved her, when I couldn't. You helped her raise Honour from birth, went to recover Roland, and looked after them both. I knew there was something special about you, but I had no idea just how special! That you could accept me back into Regina's life, and your own, is truly astonishing and after that first date we had all those months ago, it didn't take long before I realised I also had feelings for you, too. Yet it took your dying in front of me, to realise just what those feelings were. I love you, Emma Swan!"
Both women beamed back as he gathered a hand from each, bringing them together within his own. "You've asked me to join your marriage, and I do so willingly. I vow today to support, love, honour and cherish you both, and this family, with everything that I have, and everything that I am." He had, almost unnoticed, stepped closer to them both, the world beyond them seeming invisible as the love they held poured out from them.
Archie interrupted the moment. "Now, where's our ring bearer?"
'Here!" yelled Roland, appearing from somewhere behind John.
He stepped forward, holding a burgundy cushion with three rings lightly sown onto it, to stop them from falling off. Regina grinned, bending to kiss his cheek, before picking up the largest ring. Archie thanked him silently, also handing a small card to the brunette. "Regina, could you please repeat what it says on the card?"
She stepped in front of Robin, to read aloud. "With the consent of my wife Emma, I call upon these persons here present, to witness that I, Regina Maria Swan-Mills, do take thee Robin Christian Locksley, to be my lawfully wedded husband. To have and to hold, from this day forward, for better for worse, for richer, for poorer, in sickness and in health, to love honour and cherish, till death us do part."
She kissed the ring, before handing it carefully to Emma, who took her turn:
"With the lawful consent of my wife Regina, I call upon these persons here present, to witness that I, Emma Ruth Swan-Mills, do take thee Robin Christian Locksley, to be my lawfully wedded husband. To have and to hold…" she went on, intoning the same vow as Regina.
When she'd finished, Regina raised Robin's left hand, holding it steady as Emma lined up the ring to place on his finger. Then, in unison, the women declared, again reading from the card:
"With this ring, we thee wed, a symbol of our love, honour, devotion and faithfulness, for the rest of our days." Emma gently worked the three-banded gold ring onto his finger, giving him a nervous grin as he smiled adoringly at them both. Turning, the collected the two remaining rings from Roland's cushion, kissing the top of his head and facing the brides. "With these rings, I thee wed, a symbol of my love, honour, devotion and faithfulness, for the rest of my days." Emma raised Regina's left hand with her own, offering it to Robin as he lined up the ring. "No – the other one!" whispered the blonde, "I've got slimmer fingers than her!" which earned a smirk. He quickly palmed the first ring, easing the second one onto her finger before kissing the band. Regina, with a Cheshire cat grin, moved to raise and offer Emma's left hand, Robin placing the second ring onto her finger, kissing that, too. She gave him a coy grin as Archie stepped up.
"I am delighted to declare the three of you duly married. Congratulations! You may now kiss your brides and groom." A resounding cheer rang out as the three pulled into each other, attempting a short meeting of three pairs of lips, before they went into their odd little ritual of kissing in sequence, ensuring nobody got left out. In the audience, Mulan gave Aurora a coy grin, remembering that moment from their own wedding two years ago.
"I can't believe we've done it?" whispered Emma, pulling her lovers in tight. "I can't really believe I've got a wife, and a husband at the same time!"
"Till death do us part…" breathed Robin, before Regina whispered, "Please don't mention death, Robin. Not now."
However, their tight little huddle was brought to a quick halt when everyone heard a loud sonic 'BOOM' in the distance!
Looking up and fearing the worst, they instead saw a large ball of piercing light racing up into the air, having come from somewhere near the lake. The ball appeared to stop a good half-mile above their heads, before silently exploding into a huge silver and white glittery cloud. Robin looked across the lake to see where it had come from, calming when he saw the Sorcerer nearby, now standing to one side with arms raised, seeming to coordinate it. "Relax, it's Merlin's doing! We're safe…"
As the large white cloud gently dispersed, tiny silver droplets rained down from the sky towards the entire crowd, as the forgotten orchestra behind the stage struck up with another work. Jeremiah Clarke's classical wedding piece, The Prince of Denmark's March, sounding gently as the crowd calmed. As everybody looked up, expecting to become wet, instead the entire display stopped, hovering a couple of hundred feet above their heads, starting to change shape. "What on earth?" exclaimed Emma, now looking towards the Sorcerer to see what he had planned. Fine silver and white droplets started to morph together, changing shape, until the image of a beautiful white and silver swan appeared, striking against the clear blue sky! The shapes above the swan now morphed into a regal crown, which slowly lowered itself just over the swan's head. Below the swan, a quiver slowly formed, the shape of several arrows within. The swan now appeared to be holding another arrow in its beak as a large bow appeared behind the entire vision. As everything sharpened into focus, loud applause was heard from the guests and crowd, nearly all of them recognising the symbols in the sky. A swan, a queen, and now an archer!
Emma laughed, turning to face a grinning Merlin, still with his hands raised. "Now that's just showing off!"
The image in the sky was visible even from the port, two miles away, as two men sat at a table on board a ship's deck, contentedly chatting in the sun, drinking rum.
"Hmm. Looks like something you'd see in the sky above Gotham City!" said Neal. "Though I thought they were marrying Robin Hood…not Batman?"
Killian looked across as the enormous sky image formed above the town i the distance. "Gotham City? Never heard of it. And who the hell's 'Batman'?"
"Nothing important. How about a toast? To a former love, and the mother of my son. May she enjoy a long and happy life!"
"Yeah, I guess I can drink to that." The men clinked glasses. "To Emma Swan!"
After clinking glasses, Neal picked up the bottle to pour another. "So, will you take me?"
"To DunBroch? Aye, I'll take you. But not sure how long I'll stay. I need to speak to Rosie first. I'm a husband and father now, with responsibilities, remember?"
"I remember. Have to admit I was a little surprised. The former Captain Hook, scourge of the high seas, now married to Merlin's daughter, with a son? Who'd have thought it?"
"Two sons, actually. Ruby and Dorothy's child, young Nathaniel, is mine too."
"So, I guess you'll be staying in Storybrooke from now on? No more high seas adventures?"
"Hardly. Zeus still throws me requests from time to time. When a god asks a favour, I've found it's best to grant it. As it seems our Lord of Olympus also wishes a favour from yourself, it seems foolish to resist. So, will his beautiful daughter be joining us for this?"
"I doubt it. No, Persephone will be heading back soon enough. I'm gonna miss her."
"Must be odd, having a goddess as a girlfriend? Will she be coming back one day?"
"Nope. Basically, I probably won't see her again till I die! Weird for us, but quite normal for them. So I've just got to restart my life. Most important thing right now is Henry. Even if he is all grown up and doesn't need me."
Killian smiled sympathetically, "Before I died, I got to know that young man fairly well. I can assure you he missed you more than you could ever know. Give him time he never had. So, I guess you're also going to be based around here when you get back?"
"Unlikely. Though I guess that depends on Henry. I'll come back from time to time to see papa, but I'll probably make a base in New York or Boston. Apart from those two, there's nothing for me here."
Killian eyed him cautiously. "I already heard they got rid of the Dark One without killing him. He created the curse that created everything around here, all so he could find you. I can't imagine he's going to let you go now. What sort of state is he in?"
"Surprisingly good. He did a trip with Henry to Europe, got his wife back. And a girlfriend too!"
"Girlfriend? Who on earth?" he gasped in disbelief.
"Ariel. You remember the mermaid? The three of them are...together. Something like Emma and their 'trio'."
"I can't believe it! What is wrong with this ruddy town? You've got Mayor Phil and his little ménage- à- trois going on; Locksley with Swan and the queen; and now the bloody Dark One's at it?"
"Must be something in the water, I guess," Neal merely chuckled. "Don't be like that. He's no longer the Dark One, and I've never seen the guy so happy. It's like he's got his life all over again. Now the darkness has been lifted, he's talking about going off on a world tour! Henry wants to go with him, but I'm telling him to get through university first. If I get this stuff in DunBroch nailed, I may even try to go with them."
Meanwhile...
Back in Sherwood, Robin held his new wives' hands proudly, all of them grinning stupidly as they slowly walked back down the aisle, continually stopping to talk to family and friends, everyone giving their congratulations. Once again, the two brides stopped in front of Christian Locksley, curtseying before him. "Your Grace!" said Regina for a second time, grinning. Robin also joined them with a low bow of his own.
"Oh, do stop making such a fuss, you three! It's Christian, Chris or even Grandpa to you lot! or do what Roland does and call me Bumpa? Come here!" The older man pulled Robin into a frail hug as the outlaw kissed his cheek, a tear in his eyes. "I'm so very proud of you my boy! There's so few of us Locksleys left these days…" his mind recalling the deaths of his sons, one of them Robin's father, in harsher times.
As Robin stepped back, Emma grinned at the old man, going in for her own hug. "I have to disagree with you Chris, you happen to be looking at two more Locksleys right now. Emma and Regina Locksley, in fact!" She kissed his cheeks. As he slowly realised what she'd said, Emma stepped back, as Regina quickly took her place to hug him.
"Really?"
"Really," said Regina, releasing him. "Emma and I decided some time ago. 'Locksley-Swan-Mills' seems a bit of a mouthful, don't you think, Great-grandpa?"
Nearby, Henry looked on, Violet now appearing by his side after she'd finished playing. "You know, you're looking seriously fit in that suit, Hen?" She looked him up and down, then across to his mothers. "Who's the old guy they're hugging? The one they curtsied to?"
"Robin's grandfather. Back in England, he's the real-life Earl of Locksley. Roland and Robin went over and met him last year."
"So, he's your new step-great-grandad then? Seems a nice old guy. Grace told me your dad's also back from the dead? Is he here?"
"Yeah, he's back, but no, he thought it'd be too awkward. I'm going to be spending some time with him, though."
She smoothed her hands slowly over the lapels of his jacket, paling off some non-existent fluff. "I'm really pleased for you. I remember how you used to talk about him a lot. Are you staying over just for the wedding before going back to Cambridge, or do you have a few days? I thought perhaps we could get together? Dad's planning on us leaving Storybrooke soon, so I just thought…we may not be seeing each other for quite a while."
"Sure, I'd like that. I've got a few days. Come to my grandpa Gold's tomorrow? I'll introduce you to dad."
~ooo~
After stopping for numerous congratulations, hugs and kisses, the wedding party finally left the stage, to see a guard of honour awaiting them, creating a path across to the inn. At least twenty of the Merry Men stood either side of the path, their bows and arrows raised in salute, forming a triumphal arch through which to walk. Past them, in a similar pattern with wands raised, stood a number of Blue's fairies. And after them, a good two dozen of the part-time Storybrooke militia, courtesy of Prince Philip, with their swords raised. Walking through, they eventually reached the crowd on the lawns, where a photographer was already waiting to take even more pictures of the occasion.
It was a good hour before they finally reached the inn, settling down for dinner.
"I'm completely shattered already!" Regina turned to kiss her wife's cheek.
"And I'm bloody starving!" replied Emma, pulling Robin closer to her left.
"You're always starving, wife of mine!" added Robin, pecking her own cheek.
"Well you'd better feed me then, husband of mine, hadn't you?"
That afternoon...
The wedding banquet didn't disappoint. Pierre Roch lived up to his reputation with a culinary feast fit for a queen. Well, for two queens and a king. The two hundred invited guests dined on a sublime lobster bisque, followed by poached quails eggs on tiny pieces of toast, beef wrapped in pate and light pastry (the little menu provided said it was 'Boeuf en Croute', though Robin's grandfather pointed out it was actually an earlier British dish called 'Beef Wellington' and should never be called anything else), followed by a light-as-a-feather chocolate and lemon syllabub, cheese and biscuits and finally, port. Everyone was now completely replete from all the food and drink as a rather prim, pompous-looking man (probably hired by Snow, thought Regina) appeared in front of the royal table, wearing a long frock coat, with a little gold gong, which he rang to get everyone's attention. He coughed loudly, indicating it was now time for the diners to pay attention.
"Your Majesties; your Royal Highnesses; your Grace; my lords, ladies, gentlemen and children. Pray silence please, for his gracious Majesty, King John of Arendelle!" An enormous cheer went up from the guests, some laughing, as nearly all of them knew Little John hated his recent royal title! But most of them didn't realise Will had earlier slipped the man a fifty dollar bill to give his correct title.
As the large man stood, he looked to his side, Queen Elsa blowing him an encouraging kiss, as Regina, Emma and Robin applauded him amongst the cheers. "All right, all right! Settle down, you 'orrible lot!" He said to more cheers, as one of the most loved men in the realm pulled up sheets of notes. "Now, before I tell you all lovely things about Regina and Emma 'ere, let me tell you a few 'ome truths about Robin Hood! Why they'd marry 'im, I'll never know!"
The next ten minutes ran with John recounting fairly embarrassing incidents and tales, mostly at Robin's expense. The guests laughed heartily at his recounting, stopping occasionally to toast absent friends, including Marian. Some adventures he'd shared with the men and some pointed jokes, but nothing too risqué, as there were children present. Robin rolled his eyes repeatedly, though after the mild ribbing, John's voice took a more serious tone.
"But having said all that, Robin here has always been a lodestone to us all. A true leader who I know most of you, like me, would still follow to the ends of the earth! And the most 'onourable man I've ever met. I love you, old friend!" As Robin's eyes reddened at his sincere praise, he felt Regina take his hand in her own, squeezing tightly, as she whispered. "Can't argue there!" John went on to talk about meeting Regina for the first time, then Emma and the way they'd saved so many, lost so much on the way and finally came through. Unlike his jokey references to Robin, he spoke of their sheer courage and strength in overcoming so much, particularly over the last seven years. "So, I'm going to shut up now!" That brought another cheer and giggles from the guests. "But not before proposing a toast. So, please be upstanding, and raise a glass to my dear friends, Regina, Emma & Robin. Ladies and gentlemen - the brides and groom!"
Everyone stood, cheering and applauding the newly-marrieds and a great speech. Although most expected David, as father of one the brides to speak next, Snow White stood instead, making a short, typically emotional speech extolling the virtues of her daughter and daughter-in-law. She thanked the bridesmaids and everyone who helped make the day special; a special cheer rang out when she introduced and thanked Pierre Roch, for his superb food. The little Frenchman beamed with happiness at his heroine. After Snow came Regina, long experienced in public speaking. But even she seemed nervous. As Emma watched their wife give a heartfelt eulogy on her two loves, Henry and their family, she suddenly felt a warm hand on her thigh, massaging it gently as it moved slowly higher, under the table and out of sight. She looked to her side as Robin, the culprit, looked straight ahead, impassively, as though nothing was going on. She felt a warm magical wave slowly lift the skirt of her wedding dress up to allow his hand to slip under. As he slowly moved towards his target, his breath hitched when he realised… "No panties?" He whispered, bringing his hand to cup her, unbeknown to their guests. "You, my lady, are a very bad girl indeed!"
"You wouldn't have it any other way…" she whispered back. Feeling herself starting to flush as his fingers worked down below, she gave him a devilish smirk. Well two can play at that game… she thought, sliding her right hand slowly under the table while keeping her eyes firmly on Regina. Once hidden, it moved swiftly over his manhood, grasping it firmly through his trousers while looking nonchalantly into space. She was pleased to find he was already half-erect, the fabric on his pants already starting to tent. Though that wouldn't be the case when she'd finished! As she massaged his member firmly, she couldn't help but admire the way his handsome face remained completely neutral in front of the guests. In less than half a minute, as Robin continued working his fingers over her entrance, Emma was delighted to find he was now fully erect.
That's when a truly evil idea came to her! As Regina wound up her speech, and the audience applauded, Emma called out:
"Gina, Robin said he wanted to stand and say a few more words words too!"
"That made him almost spit his wine out! Now looking intensely at her, he sent the now giggling blonde beside him a telepathic message:
[You utter cow! I'm as stiff as a brick! How can I stand like this?]
[That's your problem. Shouldn't go getting a girl worked up then, should you?] She smiled at him. Gotcha!
Robin looked up at his beautiful brunette wife. "That's fine, Gina, I changed my mind. You and Snow said all that needs to be said." Regina saw the quirky look on his face, and Emma's now almost uncontrollable laughter as her shoulders heaved, unable to look up. What the hell's going on? To make matters worse for Robin, several of the Merry Men nearby, Mulan included, were yelling "Speech, speech, speech!"
Despite his obvious discomfort, Robin could still see the funny side. "I'll truly make you pay for that, Emma Locksley!" he whispered, carefully grabbing one of the menus off the table as he slowly stood, strategically holding it in front of him with both hands as his throbbing member reduced. "Ladies and gentlemen, I think my lovely wife has probably said it all, so I just want to add…"
~ooo~
After the toasts and speeches, the married trio spent the next hour circulating with their guests. They'd split up, to have the chance to talk to everybody, catching up on all the gossip. After a little while, the toastmaster Snow had hired announced there would be a short interlude of an hour before the dancing began. Regina had used the break to head back to their daughters' rooms, where the hired babysitters for the afternoon had been playing with them, letting the babies take a nap when needed. All the girls seemed more than happy with the arrangements, so the former mayor used the short time available to head back to her own room, hoping for a chance to put her feet up for half an hour.
As she stepped into the large, ornate bedroom, she was surprised to see Emma already lying on the middle of the bed, shoes off but still wearing her bridal dress. "Oh - I didn't know you came back?"
"Just putting my feet up. I'm pooped! Probably need to let all the food and wine go down. Old Pierre really knows how to put on a spread, doesn't he? I know I was full, but that was so good, I couldn't stop eating!" she groaned, massaging her belly.
"I noticed," Regina chuckled, "where on earth you put it all I'll never know." She climbed onto the sheets to lie next to her, careful not to crease her own dress too much. "So, dancing next, it seems? But I definitely need a break before I face that. Mind if I join you?" She turned on her side to face Emma, draping an arm around her waist.
As so often, the blonde mirrored her, pulling her a little closer as they now lay, on their sides, nose to nose. "Never."
"So, what was all that with Robin? About him making a speech? He seemed surprised, to say the least!"
The moment she mentioned it, Emma burst out laughing again, telling her what had happened. The brunette also roared. As they finally calmed, Emma looked deep into those chocolate-brown eyes. "You know, I love it when you laugh! You're so beautiful."
"Thinking much the same about you; I love you, my Swan." Regina softly fastened her mouth onto Emma's, prizing it open with her lips before driving her tongue gently past the Saviour's teeth, to massage her own in their long-familiar dance. "Mmm," they moaned together. Emma felt her wife's hand gradually hitch up the long white silk of the dress, knowing where she was headed. As warm fingers now moved down around her belly, then lower, to cup her, Emma sighed. "Mmm – not complaining, but I thought you said you needed a rest?"
"Not from you. Never from you," she moaned, as Emma responded with her own kiss, pulling her in tighter. "Want to take the dresses off first?"
"Nope. I'm only wearing it for one day, and besides, remember what Rob said was one of his fantasies?"
~ooo~
Robin had been downstairs during the break, pressing the flesh with most of the guests. He'd chatted with Belle, Ariel and Rumpelstiltskin, the librarian apologising for hitting him. He assured her he understood, and it was forgotten as far as he was concerned, just pleased the removal of the Dark One had been successful. They'd spoken of Neal's return and his forthcoming trip. Robin had then gone on to Merlin's table, reacquainting himself with Rosie and Anna. He'd been surprised to find his sister perched on Charlie Sage's knee, though on being told by Maria that he had formally proposed that morning, and they were now engaged, he congratulated them warmly, hoping and praying that she wouldn't travel too far away. Maleficent and Lily were also sat at the Sorcerer's table, the latter chatting animatedly with his sister.
As he accepted hugs and handshakes, the dragon stood to face him. "Congratulations, Locksley," said an unusually smiling Maleficent, a warning brow raised but seeming lighter and happier than her usual brooding self. "I hope you'll be taking care around my girl from now on? She was an absolute wreck the last time you died. Do that again and I'll bring you back and kill you myself!"
He ignored the threat, instead just grinning, pulling her into a hug. "Hello, Mal. As stunningly beautiful, whilst threatening, as always! You seem a lot happier too." He released her, looking across at Lily. "And I suppose I should be congratulating you too? Seeing as you've not only your daughter back, but found her father as well? How come we haven't seen much of you?"
She seemed surprised. "I thought Merlin already told you? I was trapped; shackled in one of the Black Fairy's caves. I wasn't even aware you'd killed her. Merlin found me by accident when he came back months later, to search for any children who hadn't been rescued. Otherwise, I'd still be down there…" she looked over at her rescuer, who now had Lily on his arm.
"I'm happy for you Mal, truly, but I'm confused. Lily seems about the same age as Rosie there. When were you and Merlin together?" Then he realised what he'd just said. "Sorry, forgive me? That was too personal and absolutely none of my business! Perhaps I…"
"Dragons gestate much longer than humans. Merlin, or Draco as I knew him, knew me before he even met his last wife. It's complicated to explain, but we've come in and out of each other's lives several times. He even took a dragon form when we were last…together. Remember, we're both immortal, an issue he tells me you may have to face in the future!"
"I've much to learn; perhaps you'd be willing to help me? I know Regina's missed you and would love to see more of you." Robin chose his words carefully, aware of his new wife's past with the dragon. She looked up at him quizzically. "Perhaps, though I'm not sure your other wife would be too keen? I found her rather territorial, and I'm not sure I have her trust. But…Merlin's told me about your new powers," she winked, almost flirtatiously. "Perhaps we have something to learn from each other?"
It was while Robin was talking to the dragon, that he felt it again. That odd, but familiar sensation. He was feeling aroused, horny, even! It couldn't be due to the woman in front of him, could it? Maleficent was certainly beautiful, but he had no wish to be anything other than friends with her. But that sensation? Then, realising the feelings were in his mind, not his groin, he looked across the room for his wives, seeing neither. Closing his eyes and concentrating on their thoughts, he soon realised why!
[You devils – you started without me!]
~ooo~
A few minutes later, after excusing himself and hurrying to their master bedroom, he felt that familiar magical shield across the door, as he stepped in. Emma's magical barrier, passable only by him and Regina. Reasonably sure what he'd find inside, the scene that presented itself nevertheless blew him away! Regina, still in full wedding dress, lay back on the centre of the large bed, her head propped up against the headboard, cushions behind her. Her long white silk dress hitched up to her waist, with her legs parted. Emma, equally attired, though her tiara laying on a side table, lay within them, her blonde hair just visible beneath the silk, as she was clearly going down on the brunette with gusto. Regina's eyes were tightly closed in bliss, moaning, clearly savouring every moment as she held Emma's head to her. The lusty image clearly had an immediate effect on Robin, his trousers stiffening and breath increasing.
"Er, hope I'm not disturbing?" he breathed, heavily.
Emma, hearing his voice, tilted her head to one side, grinning, her lips wet and shiny. "What kept you?" before turning to push her face back over Regina's centre, her mouth closing over the clit, fastening on and sucking to draw a loud hiss from the brunette. "Haah! Em-ma, don't…don't stop…please, don't stop!" she yelled, clearly close to coming. He'd clearly interrupted at just the wrong moment, as Regina arched her back, an orgasm overwhelming her. "HaaaaaaH! Nnnnnggggg!" she growled, between gritted teeth, before her back lowered and she breathed again. "So good!"
Emma pulled her head out from under the dress, wiping her mouth before falling onto her back beside Regina, who lifted her hand to kiss the back of it. "Thanks, my love. Much better. Now…we need to freshen up!"
Robin stood, looking at the reclining women in white, feeling he'd just become invisible. "Oh. Well, we've got at least another half an hour?" His erection was still raging at what he'd seen. "We've got enough time for-"
"I'm rather tired, Robin," Regina moaned. "Emma's just shattered me. After that, I need a bit of a rest! You go back down. I'll follow you shortly…" She started yawning, loudly, which seemed to set Emma off to do the same.
Robin was crestfallen. After seeing his two wives like that, he was horny as hell! " Emma, how about you?"
"Gina just made me come twice before you got here! Frankly, I'm a little too pooped…"
The pair looked at the sad pout. He was almost sulking! He'd clearly picked up tips from Honour.
"I see! Very well, if that's how you both feel…I'll leave you to freshen up. See you downstairs..." He turned away from them, moving towards the door. As he touched the door handle, a loud cackle erupted from the pair on the bed. He turned to find Regina, now giggling uncontrollably, her face buried in Emma's shoulder as the Saviour laughed.
"Haa, your face! So that's where Honnie gets it from!"
Robin wasn't sure what he should be feeling. Slighted? Rejected? His new wives had just been making love without him, and now weren't even interested in continuing. Either way, he felt hurt, and not a little bit angry!
"I'm glad you find something amusing…your majesties! Anyway, I'll be off…" he opened the door to step outside. However, the moment he moved, he felt a magical swirl, and as the door opened fully, Regina was now stood directly in front of him. "Somebody can't take a joke?"
"Gina? What…"
"Do you seriously think we'd let our brand, shiny, spanking new husband, leave our bedroom without consummating our marriage?" Said the former mayor, moving forward, placing her hands on his chest. Emma now also appeared, right beside him, moving in front to join her.
"We're winding you up, you fool! Now come back to bed. As Gina said, we've only got half an hour!"
His pout quickly turned into a resigned smirk, realising they'd played him, and he'd fallen for it!
The two women pushed him backwards towards the bed, before Emma deliberately clipped the back of his calf, tripping him so he fell backwards onto the mattress. "On your back, big boy!" growled the Saviour, looking hungry. "And unless you'd forgotten, this time Gina's in charge?"
He wasn't going to argue! The sight of his two beautiful brides looking at him lustily, like he was prey, had an immediate effect. "I am indeed," Regina glared, moving to his trouser belt, loosening it deftly before pulling down the zip. Emma had already clambered onto the edge of the bed, lowering her mouth onto his own, in an almost angry kiss, watched by Regina, her excitement mounting.
"Sorry for using magic in the bedroom, when we said we wouldn't, but this'll save time!" with a flick of her fingers, Robin's suit trousers, and underwear, instantly disappeared, reappearing neatly folded on the back of a side chair, next to two pairs of white panties & hose. His already heavily-swollen cock now bounced free from its confines. Suitably impressed, Regina wrapped a hand around the shaft, before lowering her mouth over the head to give the brim a brief, yet hard, suck. "Impressive! Now Emma, as It's my turn in charge, I want you to go first? I want to watch you consummate this marriage…right now."
Robin was already jousting tongues with Emma, who he noticed, still tasted of Regina. Lifting her head up, she grinned, Regina's head replacing hers within moments. He slid his hands around the cheeks, pulling her down onto his mouth to give to her something of what Emma had given him. The Saviour had already moved over the top of him, grasping his organ firmly, lining herself up.
"Emma, are you actually ready for me?" he cautioned, not wanting to drive up into her until she was good and ready, no matter how desperately he ached.
However, what she did next was one of the most erotic things he'd ever seen!
"Almost…just a sec." She panted. "Gina, may I?" she moved her hand up, and under the kneeling brunette's dress, flicking the silk back to gently ease two fingers between her wife's legs, into the still very wet core, making Regina's breath hitch in surprise. She looked down to see Emma withdrawing two, possibly three, sodden fingers from within her, before smearing the slick coating across Robin's helmet, then between her own labia, all watched by her two lovers. "Now I'm ready," she said as she lowered herself onto him. That small but, incredibly intimate, act seemed to make Robin even more aroused. "Gina…I need to taste you. Move over me?"
Without further ado, she raised herself to squat just over his head, her dress falling over him, concealing him. It was now Robin's turn to use magic, a short burst making the brunette float an inch over him, allowing him to get to her but still breath. How long he could last, he wasn't sure.
As Emma slid slowly down his shaft, Robin sighed in utter bliss as he felt her tight hole slowly ease to fit him. Seeing Regina's moist entrance above him, he flattened his tongue to wipe over her, savouring the familiar taste, before working it around the small pink bud above, pulling it between his lips with practised skill, drawing a loud hiss. "Ooh easy! I'm a bit tender…" she groaned, "But for heaven's sake, don't stop!"
He wasn't going to!
It wasn't long before all three were thoroughly worked up and nearing their own peaks. Robin was determined to help them reach theirs, before him. Emma leant forward, into Regina's waiting arms, latching their lips together hungrily. Underneath all the folds of white silk, he felt Emma's thighs start shaking against him as she tightened around his cock. They were clearly both about to come, hopefully within seconds of each other! That thought triggered his own, and he felt his balls tighten automatically, rapidly past the point of no return. As he thrust harder up into Emma, he heard her moan something incomprehensible at Regina, the latter mumbling something that sounded like "Me too!" Above him, Emma, riding him as he repeatedly rammed himself up into her depths, felt the familiar wave, a surge from deep inside. "Gina. So close! I'm about to…to…" she gasped, looking straight into the wild bulging eyes of her lover. "Me too!" she groaned. "Together?" Emma nodded back, before fastening her lips onto Regina's yet again a desperate, open-mouthed kiss, ploughing her tongue inside, as she felt the brunette's slide past and into her. At that moment, Robin felt her squeeze him tightly within. Moving his thumb down onto the sensitive bud, forking his tongue to drive straight inside the entrance, as deep as he could get it.
He climaxed at that moment, his cock embedded deep in Emma, his tongue inside Regina, their own tongues inside each other's mouths. He came. Regina came. Emma came. All three together, the first time ever! They all felt the magic, not sure where it started. Emma would've sworn she felt it enter her from Robin, rising up through her torso, into her mouth, and into Regina. Regina felt it enter her from Emma, down her spine, down onto Robin's mouth. Robin felt it start from Regina, then out and into Emma. It didn't matter. They all felt it. The magic of True Love! Unable to draw breath, Emma pulled her lips back, screaming in orgasmic ecstasy, her voice going several pitches higher than normal. Regina yelled back at her with equal venom, going through her own spasm and now grateful to draw breath. They'd been loud. Very loud!
Thank god for silencing charms! Thought Robin, though he'd been muffled by being under Regina.
As the brunette, still gulping to get her breath back, rolled off him and onto her side, they heard an enormous cheer and laughing from some of the crowd outside the large window!
"Dear god!" She looked anxiously across at Emma, now also dismounted from Robin, who also seemed nervous. "Emma, please say you also used a silencing charm?"
"You said you were going to!" the blonde replied, open-mouthed in shock.
~oOo~