I held Maxon's hand as we giddily walked up the aisle. Oh my god, I'm finally married to this beautiful man. Maxon looked over at me with the biggest smile I have ever seen on his face. Our wedding was at a beautiful cathedral on the other side of Angeles. Our guests would be heading to the gardens of the- our palace for the reception. For now, Maxon and I had to take our wedding pictures. We hopped into a car with our small wedding party and headed to a cute little lake for pictures.
After about an hour, we had many, many pictures. Some for us to keep privately, and others for the public to see. My favorite is the one with my head leaning on Maxon's chest with his arms wrapped around me.
"We should print this one to put in our office." Maxon said.
"That's what I was about to say! This is my favorite picture of all the ones I have ever seen."
"Well, we shall get this one printed many times for our home." He bent down to kiss me. Whenever Maxon kissed me it was like I was being transported into a world where it was just us two. I never wanted to leave. Too soon, Maxon broke the kiss. "I believe our guests are waiting in the garden to celebrate with us?" Maxon stated. I sighed, but then I remembered in the morning that we would b e heading to Bora Bora for our honeymoon for ten days.
The gardens have been transformed. There was a big hard surface on the ground waiting to be danced on, tables upon tables of food for our guests to enjoy, stringed lights everywhere, and lot's of flowers. It was spectacular. Macon and I started making rounds talking to as many guests as we could. We started with my family. My mom instantly hugged me and started crying.
"America, I'm so, so, so proud of you. Your father would also be. If only he could be here." She let go of me to embrace Maxon. He stiffened up at first, not used to the affection. When my mother let go of him, he came and wrapped an arm around my waist. We talked to my family for a while, May looking like she was in a daze the whole time, still not believing I was queen or that I was married to Maxon.
"We have to keep making our rounds, but when we get back for our honeymoon we'll make a visit." Maxon said before we turned to talk to the next group of people. The Italian royal family was here. We quickly made an alliance with them and our countries grew close fast. They almost felt like an instant family. Many other royals were here, the Swendway royals, the New Asian King and Queen, and more.
Before I knew it, Maxon and I were slowly swaying to the music for our first dance. For the special occasion, we were allowed to be closer to each other. I stared into his chocolate brown eyes and he stared right back into mine.
"I couldn't be happier than I am right now. Thank you America. I cannot believe you are finally all mine." Maxon whispered into my ear.
"You're welcome. I couldn't imagine being anywhere else than right here with you. Today has been absolutely perfect and I can't wait to start the rest of our lives together." We spent the rest of the night dancing till our feet felt like cement and eating till we couldn't anymore. I was in pure happiness.
I held my crown in one hand and held Maxons hand in the other. We headed to the third floor to sleep in his room tonight. We were leaving early in the morning for our flight, so at an appropriate time, Maxon and I left our party and headed upstairs. When we got into his massive room, I took both of our crowns and placed them in the safe in Maxons closet. I turned around, and suddenly I was in the hands of my darling husband.
"You are absolutely beautiful." Maxon started. He would have said more but I kissed him gently. Soon, our kisses turned into something deeper. We were yearning for each other, wanting to be as close as we possibly could. Maxon grabbed me around my waist, still kissing me, and walked me over to the bed. I'm both nervous and excited to make sweet love to my husband. We both knew this is the start of our whole lives, and we couldn't be any happier.