Idea by jmeyer. :D!

Alright... well, writing about a wedding was definitely an experience ^^

Okay, so just a little info about scenes you might request. Most of these scenes will probably only just make it too the 1000 word line, but i can tell you now that the more details you give me on your request the longer i'll be able to make it. Unless i have absolutely no idea what the heck you're talking about, so i'll ask you to speak in English and write proper words...

Anyway, Enjoy! xxx :)

LISSA POV (Chapter song: The call – Regina Spektor)

Today was the day. The day me and Christian were getting married. I was overjoyed! I mean we were finally getting married!

Queen Tatiana wouldn't allow us to get married near the royal court in hopes of canceling out our wedding plans, but we never planned to get married anywhere near to royal court, anyway. We were getting married on a private beach that we'd rented out for the night.

We had invited all of our closest friends, seeing as neither of us had much of a family. Tasha, Christian's aunt, was coming though, which made it all that much better. I had one person I considered family, that I considered a sister, back she couldn't make it.

Mia had helped he pick out the perfect dress, nothing to flash but still absolutely gorgeous. It was white, of course, and it hugged close to my body. It was made out of silk and went down to just above my knees. The top of the dress had a small fold over, making the dress look a little fancier. It was spaghetti strapped, and at the bottom of each strap there was a small black rose. I had my hair curled into perfect ringlets, apparently making me look like a porcelain doll.

Everything was going to be perfect, because there was nothing that could go wrong. The decorations were perfect, the security was perfect, the guests were perfect, and in my eyes, my husband was perfect. This wedding should have been perfect.

Only it wasn't.

It couldn't be perfect, not without my best friend, not without Rose. She would have done the decorations better if she were here to help us all. I would have been safer if Rose was here; because no matter where we were she was always taking care of me, no matter what, no-one could hurt me when Rose was there. The guests were good, but they wouldn't be complete because Rose wasn't standing next to the arch in a pretty red dress, being my best women. The only thing that wasn't affected by Rose's absence was Christian, and I was happy about that.

Pushing memories of Rose aside, I tried to remember this was my day to be happy, and I was going to share this happiness with the people I still had. I would see Rose again, because I knew she'd come back. After she kills Dimitri, she will be back.

"Hey, earth to Liiissssaaaaa… heeeelllloooooo….?" Mia was waving a hand in front of my face. "Hey, you're alive!" she poked me in the shoulder and looked at my reflection in the mirror and sighed. "You look so beautiful," she mumbled, pushing a stray lock of hair back into place.

"Thanks," I said, smiling. "What do you need? Or are you just here to say hi?" I asked, spinning around to look at her face to face.

"I'm here to escort you down the isle, remember?" she arched an eyebrow.

"Oh, is it time already?" I asked, jumping up just as the music started. "Crap, let's go." I grabbed my flowers and hooked my arm through Mia's with a huge grin on my face. I was going to see Christian in a tux, hehe.

Walking out the door I tried to hide my smile, managing to force my lips down into a tiny toothless smirk. My face instantly broke back into that same huge grin the instant I saw how absolutely gorgeous Christian looked at the end of the isle.

He was wearing a black tux with a white under shirt, and his hair was still very messy as per usual. His crystal blue eyes looked metallic from all the dark colors, and that was just from way back here.

Seeing him standing there, smiling at me with all of that admiration and devotion was trying to pull me to him a lot faster then the rhythm of the music. He saw that I was struggling, and he grinned widely, laughing a little. I tried –and failed – to suppress a giggle, but couldn't help it. If I weren't getting married people would probably accuse me of being a preschooler.

Walking up the isle felt like years, but when I got there nearly everything felt right.

Nearly everything.

Christian saw the tiny little bit of sorrow that escaped at the thought of Rose, and it caused him to display a tiny bit of sadness.

Tears started rolling freely down my cheeks, but I paid them no attention as we recited our vowels to each other. A single tear drizzled down from the corner of his eyes, but I wiped it anyway.

"Do you, Christian Ozera, take this woman to be your lawful wedded wife?" the priest asked.

Christian's face lit up in a grin, tears falling from his eyes. He bobbed his head in a small nod. "I do." He said easily.

"And do you, Vasilissa Dragomir, take this man to be your lawful wedded husband?" he asked me.

I nodded twice, temporarily incapable of proper speech. "I do." Everything because a low buzzing noise, and I couldn't hear or see anything but Christian's beautiful tear streaked face.

"You may now, kiss the bride." The priest said, breaking through my Christian-obsessed-daze, and that was all we needed.

He pulled back my veil and put his hand behind my head, bringing himself forward until his lips met min. It was gentle at first, but then it grew stronger and more passionate.

We eventually broke apart at the sound of people clearing their throats. Turning to the awaiting friends, I threw out my bouquet and almost started laughing when I saw Mia make a leap for it, falling into the crowd when she had it safely in her hands. Everyone started laughing and Adrian helped her up, smiling down at her. I guess the old rumor about catching the flowers and getting married next might be true…

Mia and Adrian, who would've thought…, better not say anything yet, or I could ruin it before anything starts. If it hasn't started already, that is.

Finishing off the wedding, we cut the cake and ate some food. Adrian decided he wanted to start a sand and water right, so he started throwing sand balls around at all of his elegantly dressed royal relatives, and to my utter amazement they started hurling them back at him.

Me and Christian bailed out before we got hit, heading back to the royal court.