Disclaimer:I do not own Chronicles of Narnia or any of its character (Except Telmar's royal family and the plot). no profit is being made yada yada yade.

YEAH PART ONE OF THE WEDDING IS FINALLY UP! I just spent like three hours typing so i hope it is worth it.! and that's right, there is going to be two parts to this wedding because it is nowhere NEAR over! And as some of you probably noticed, i had to add on about half a chapter to the last one because this one is long enough as it is! over 5,000 words! And a shout out to my awesome fan ObsessedChick15 who you can thank for all of the names of the Telmarine daughters introduced in this chapter. The girls' names are all her creation but Tristan and Kasim are all mine! Oh and here are the ages:

Mariella-19 Tristan-17 Malicia-15 Arrabelle-13 Arianna-11. they are going to play a huge part in the story to come! Please please please please REVIEW! And without further ado, the Wedding:Part one

"Father, why do we have to go to this silly wedding anyway?'' Princess Arianna asked her father for the fifteenth time. The royal family of Telmar was seated stiffly in their royal carriage on their way to the wedding of King Caspian X and Queen Susan of Narnia, an event the older two girls had been looking forward to since the announcement of the engagement. However, little Arianna was not so anxious. She did not quite understand why they had to go to this silly wedding of two people, or enemies as her father said, they did not even like or know. King Kasim shook his head fiercely at his youngest daughter's foolishness and his sharp black eyes bore a hole through her heart.

"We have discussed this several times Arianna. At eleven years old it is high time you learn to listen when spoken to!" he barked and Arianna flinched slightly, feeling very stupid and foolish.

"How many times must we go over this! We are going to this ghastly wedding to keep an eye on that bloody traitor Caspian X. You may be royalty but you have the sense of a commoner! A princess your age should learn to hold her tongue!" he snapped at her angrily and tears welled up in the young princess of Telmar's eyes. She couldn't do anything right in her family's eyes.

She was constantly surrounded by four older sisters and one horribly arrogant brother but was the least loved by all. Except for her eldest sister Mariella that is. At least her sister's tried to stifle their hatred and scorn and anger towards her but her brother and her father were the worst, always yelling and criticizing and mocking her. Although second youngest by two years, Tristan thought he was so much more important than his useless sisters and knew everything just because he would be King of Telmar one day.

Although the middle sisters would never admit it for fear of angering their father, neither of the sisters had ever heard a single word out of their brother's mouth that was not cold and mean and offensive. Although Mariella, who was two years Tristan's senior, insisted that Tristan had once said 'I wuv u sissy," when he was two but the other sisters were not so sure. Tristan, of course denied it each time and said 'Mariella put him up to it'.

The oldest and kindest of the sisters very adamantly insisted that their was good in everyone and that someday, some way, Tristan would get over himself. Mariella liked to refer to it as 'The Great Head Deflate.' Ever since he had been old enough to understand he would rule and his sisters would not,every comment out of his mouth had been mean and scathing and brought his sisters to tears. His favorite comeback would always be 'father loves me most because i am the heir of Telmar's throne and I get to rule and i am far smarter than any of you dim wits could ever hope to be' or 'No one likes you' or 'you killed mother'. Arianna snorted. And to think, someday Tristan would be king.

And a horrible one at that, in her opinion. The two other sisters, Malicia and Arabelle, were just as bad. Always taunting and teasing and making scathing remarks to their youngest sister when Mariella was not present. Looking down on her with hatred and scorn because of something she could control.

Their mother, Queen Daria, had died giving birth to Arianna and her three siblings and father never seemed to forget it. Father was so caught up over the fact that his wife had given him four daughters but only one son and had perished bringing yet another useless girl for him to marry off into the world that he had been angry more than anything over her death. Mariella had of course been as devastated and heartbroken as an eight year old could be and Tristan had just been angry and did not understand why his mother would not wake up. Malicia and Arabelle had only been two and four years old so they were just as lost as Tristan. Only Mariella felt in total the reality of what had just happened. At first she was horribly angry at this new baby for killing her mother and taking her away but then she held the baby girl in her arms for the first time and saw her mother's eyes staring up at her and all traces of anger and scorn and hatred had melted away into nothing and been replaced by a love stronger than the eight year old princess could have ever imagined.

Mariella didn't think her father loved their mother at all really. She had asked him once and he just glared and told her little girls should be seen and not heard. Mariella was nineteen. She was not a little girl anymore. Why couldn't her family get it through their thick skulls that she was not some silly little tot to be quieted?

"Honestly Arianna, mother died for a dunce like you? Too bad that nurse didn't just let you die and save her instead!" Tristan snarled at her and Arianna burst into tears. Her little body shook and trembled as she pulled her knees up to her chest and sobbed into the lap of her pretty red dress. Tristan rolled his eyes and Mariella fixed her youngest brother with her icy stare and he wilted slightly under her gaze, an affect only Mariella and his father had on him.

"What? It's true! You remember just as well as do," he whined, shooting a glare at his pathetic excuse of an older sister. Mariella stood up from the cushioned bench beside her arrogant brother and looked him straight in the eye with her beautiful brown ones, which were glowing not with warmth like usual but with anger and frustration.

"What would mother think of you, you spoiled arrogant brat!" she said, her voice escalating louder and louder until it was shaking with furry. Even she was surprised at herself. She was always the sweet, soft spoken, optimistic, quiet, tender love and caring older sister who never raised her voice and never spoke harshly to anyone. But you can only stand for a loved one to be reprimanded and snapped at so many times.

At the insult of his only son, King Kasim sprang from his seat by the window and slapped his first born solidly across the face. She recoiled and bit her lip in pain but did not crumble and did not cry. Arianna's sobs only got louder and Malicia and Arabelle stopped gossiping and stared at their oldest sister, their hero, with wide eyes.

"How dare you address the future king of Telmar that way! Damn it Mariella, its time you learned some respect! Little girls are meant to be seen, not heard. And you will do well to remember it or the consequences will be greater next time. Understood?" he yelled at her face, his tone hostile and cruel. Mariella stood her ground and shook her head sadly at her father, staring into his eyes. He shuffled uncomfortably under her steady gaze. He HATED it when she did that, staring at him thoughtfully with her beautiful brown eyes, neither angry or happy.

"He makes your eleven year old daughter cry with his sharp words and ugly insults and yet I am the one punished? That is good justice to run a country on, don't you think?" she said quietly and turned slowly on her heal and plopped on the cushion next to her youngest sister, wrapping her arms around her and whispering nonsense to her like when she was little and had stubbed her toe.

Arianna buried her face in her sister's soft wavy dark hair and nuzzled into her neck. She wanted desperately to get to Narnia. Maybe she would belong there. Maybe things would be different.

"Caspian. Caspian. Cas, man, get up. C-a-s-p-i-a-n, did you hear me? CASPIAN! WAKE UP! You are getting married to my sister today so get up! I know you can here me. Dang it Caspian, you've had enough beauty rest to choke Sleeping Beauty so WAKE UP!''

"Five more minutes..." the Telmarine King mumbled, rolling onto his side. Peter threw his hands in the air, exasperated.

He stalked out of the room small room of the How and over to where Edmund was trying to crack a walnut with his bare hands. "I give up. You try." he said in a dead pan voice. Edmund stood and cracked his knuckles. ''I think I have an idea." he said wickedly as he rounded the corner to the adjoining room and crouched down next to Caspian with a cheeky grin on his face.

"Caspian look, there's Susan in her underwear!"

"Where?" the Telmarine shouted, jumping to his feet and looking around the room wildly.

Edmund burst out into hysterical laughter, rolling on the floor, tears rolling down his cheek. Realization donned on Caspian and he blushed so hard his scalp burned and his whole body seemed to be turning red. He had never been quite this embarrassed in his whole life...

He blush deepened when he noticed Peter leaning against the doorway for support, laughing so hard he was spluttering and choking on his own saliva. His face was almost nearly as red as Caspian's from lack of air and he was holding his stomach. Caspian stared down at his boots, utterly mortified.

Caspian rolled his eyes.

"Okay okay haha very funny. You got me. Good one Ed."

They were still laughing.

"Alright get a hold of yourselves;it wasn't that funny" he said with a flicker of irritation.

"Oh yes it really was. Did you see the look on his face!" Edmund howled and then set the two brother off again. Peter finally hauled Edmund to his feet, still laughing. "Oh I can't wait to tell Susan." he said with a wicked grin and Caspian couldn't help but smile. "You do you die." he said in total seriousness.

Edmund's eyes finally stopped watering and he clapped Caspian on the shoulder. "I'm sorry brother, I could not resist such a perfect opportunity.'' he quoted and Caspian stuck a tongue out at him.

Peter walked over to the clothes bag and tossed each of them a long shirt and pants. "Okay we need to get moving so lover boy here doesn't miss his wedding. I don't think I would survive the wrath of the Gentle Queen if she had to wait at the altar for her groom to show." Peter said and in a matter of minutes the three brothers to be were on their horses riding back towards the Cair as quickly as they could go. Caspian couldn't stop smiling.

He was getting married to the most wonderful, perfect, spectacular, amazing woman in the whole world in a matter of hours.

Susan bounced up and down impatiently in her chair in her underthings, waiting for Lucy to return with her dress. Weeks ago after standing on that bloody pedestal for two freaking hours getting her hips, breasts, waist, shoulders, feet, ribcage and arms measured, the design of the dress had been completely left up to Lucy. Susan had been going mad with curiosity for weeks, pondering and picturing what her dress would look like. She certainly trusted Lucy's taste and style and that Lucy would find something she knew Susan would like. And now Lucy and Gabriella had gone to go get the dress finally. The two sister had spent the last two and a half hours doing each others hair and makeup.

Lucy had had quite a lot of fun picking a hairstyle for Susan before they both decided to just curl her hair a bit more than usual and leave it in long waves and curls cascading down her shoulders and back. Her chocolate curls were shinier and softer and bouncier and than usual and tumbled down past her breasts most attractively, as Lucy had so happily told her. Susan had allowed more make-up to be put on her than usual and was quite pleased with Lucy's crazy experiment with her eye makeup.

After they were done fussing over Susan and her make-up, it was Lucy's turn. Susan helped Lucy into her bridesmaid dress which was the a soft one-shouldered lilac colored dress, hugging her gradually more feminine torso and flaring out, tumbling to the ground in soft waves. She had never looked prettier. Considering it was a rather special occasion, Susan decided to put more makeup on Lucy than Peter would ever agree to. Susan herself hated the feeling of make up on her face but Lucy loved to wear makeup as it made her feel like her grown up self.

Finally, the last curls were in place and Lucy hopped off of Susan's bed. "Time to get your dress," she said with a mischievous glint in her gray eyes. And with that she took off down the hallway.

And so sat Susan, waiting anxiously to see Lucy's masterpiece. She couldn't wait to see it. Susan gave up on sitting still and started pacing fervently in her stomach had been in horrible knots all day and she was horribly, horribly nervous. What if Caspian changed his mind? What if she face planted down the aisle? What if Edmund spiked her drink? No, he wouldn't do that on such an important day...would he? No, not on her wedding. Peter's wedding maybe, but not hers. What if Caspian left her at the altar? What if he never showed up at all! There goes her heart rate again...

"I've got it," Lucy said, startling the pacing Susan. Susan whirled around and her breath caught in her throat as Gabriella helped Lucy to hold out the dress for Susan to see. It was the most beautiful thing she had ever seen. It was the purest white, sparkling like snow and looked as soft as a cloud. The bodice was covered in beautiful pearl beads, swirling and curling and twisting across the sweet heart top. It was fitted and embroidered all the way down until the top of the hip where it flared out gracefully, tumbling down to the ground in soft, frothy waves. Little flower shaped clusters of pearl beads dotted the long full skirts of the dress and yet another long, curling, waving swirling strand of beaded embroidery danced around the hem of the dress. The dress itself seemed to absolutely glow. There were no words to describe everything she felt as she looked at this beautiful dress that finalized everything for her. She was getting married in less than a few hours.

Lucy was absolutely beaming and bouncing with excitement. "Do you like it?" she gushed enthusiastically. And Susan nodded dumbly, taking a small step forwards and carefully running her hands along the skirts. "Oh Lucy...it's...it's beautiful its wonderful it's...gorgeous...its perfect. Oh Lu thank you, thank you so much. You are the best sister anyone could ever have! Thank you so very very much," she whispered, throwing herself into her sister's arm, struggling to keep the tears from smudging her makeup.

Lucy smiled and hugged her back. "I am so glad you liked it. If you like it this much now, wait til we put it on you!" she said, patting her sisters back and setting to work on loosening the corset on the dress. Susan stepped into the dress and then Lucy pulled it up smoothly over her sister's hips and waist. She was just beginning on the corseted back and then dropped the tie, slapping her forehead.

"Oh my goodness, the shoes!" she cried and then flew across the room and slamming the door before Susan could stop her. Great. Now she had to wake until she came back to get her dress laced up properly. She pressed her hands against her chest, holding up her dress and walked idly over to the mirror. She heard a timid knock on the door and Peter's deep voice. "Are you dressed? Is it safe to come in?" he asked shyly.

"Oh goodness yes come in! I need your help!" she gushed and Peter threw the door open, Edmund trailing behind him. They both froze in their tracks when she turned around to face them. "Lace me up will you?" she said sheepishly.

The two brothers couldn't even speak for a moment. "Wow...you look...wow...just...wow...you look so...wow." Peter stammered nervously. Edmund just gawked at his older sister with an open mouth. He nodded dumbly. "You look so...beautiful...great...wow amazing...Caspian is one lucky guy," the Just king choked out lamely and Susan smiled shyly.

"Thank you. I hope he thinks so!" she said nervously walking towards Peter and spinning around so her bare back faced him. She slapped one hand across her breasts, holding up her dress while Peter began lacing and tying, sweeping her chocolate curls off of her neck. Peter's eyes widened to the size of dinner plates and he stared blankly at the dozens of scars slicing across her back and the yellowing bruise smack in the center of her spine. His fingers went numb for a moment and he swallowed hard against the sudden tears that were clogging his throat. This wedding could have very easily been to someone else. And their could have very easily been several guards standing outside of the door and dragging Susan down the aisle.

"Thank you for going all the way out to the How with Caspian. I know how much you two enjoy sleeping on the floor," she smirked warmly and the two brothers chuckled.

"I almost didn't think we were going to make it. That fiancee of yours doesn't know the meaning of the word 'wake up' so I used a slightly different antic on your lovely lover boy..." Edmund smirked wickedly and Peter burst out laughing.

Susan raised an eyebrow and before she could even ask a flushed Lucy hurtled around the corner, dangling the prettiest shoes Susan had ever seen in the air triumphantly. "I found the shoes!" she sang happily, stopping to give Peter a quick hug and then holding the shoes up for Susan to get a good look at. The shoes were a beautiful creamy white with little beaded flowers dotting the heel and instep and top, a shiny bow perched neatly on the toe. They reminded Susan spectacularly of Cinderella's glass slipper.

Peter finally tied the last knot on her corset and turned her around to face him, tears in his eyes. "Just yesterday I was reading fairy tales to you before bed and now I'm lacing you into your wedding dress. Almost two lifetimes I've spent with you and I am still going to cry when you say I do." he said with a watery half smile. Susan smiled weakly and pulled her brother in for a hug, not expecting to be completely suffocated.

Eventually Peter let go and Susan sat on the bed where Lucy insisted on putting on the shoes for her. Edmund perched his big sisters crown on her head and they all gasped and gaped at how beautiful their sister looked.

"Caspian better keep and eye on you because there are going to be A LOT of jealous men at this wedding," Edmund teased with a smile and Susan smacked him playfully across the chest.

Lucy's eyes glistened with tears as she hugged her sister. There was a rough, loud knock on the door and Trumpkin came waddling into the room. His jaw dropped and the words clogged his throat at the sight of the little sixteen year old girl who had saved him (kinda) from drowning all those years ago, standing before him in a wedding dress.

"Wow..."

He was just as tongue tied as every man at this wedding would be. He swallowed hard and tried to stop acting like an idiot long enough to actually say something.

The four Pevensie's laughed and Susan blushed.

"Err, the boy um, well he wanted me to ah.." Trumpkin sighed irritated when the words stuck to his throat. "The Boy has had ants in 'is pants all day and wanted me ter make sure ye didn't skip out on him or some other dumb thing that would never happen. " Trumpkin grumbled and Susan paled. "So is it-?'

"Its time."

Susan was trembling and quaking as Peter looped his arm through hers and handed her her bouquet of white roses. She couldn't think, couldn't breathe, couldn't move. Peter was just pulling her confidently down the hallway while she stumbled along beside him. Her legs were Jello. She couldn't do this. She really, really couldn't. Caspian was just going to have to get married without her.

"Peter I can't do this!" she wailed, clutching his arm desperately.

"Do not doubt yourself dear one. The strength inside you is stronger than any doubt." a soft, rasping voice announced gently and the four Pevensie's all spun wildly around.

"Aslan!" Lucy squealed and slammed into the Great Lion, nearly knocking him over in her enthusiastic. Aslan chuckled and touched his nose to the youngest queen's forehead.

"I knew you would come, I knew you would I never stopped thinking so for one moment!" she gushed, burying her face in his silky mane. He laughed. "And that is what brought me here my dear." he said softly.

Susan trembled more violently than ever. "You are not here to take us back are you?" she asked, tears forming in her eyes and her whole body numb with dread. No, please no, not today. Aslan would not be so cruel.

The great lion gently nudged Lucy aside and made his way over to the bride to be, touching his nose to the top of her head.

"I have caused you great pain once dear one. It would be cruel of me to repeat my greatest mistake twice over,"

"Things never happen the same way twice dear one. And I have come for quite a different reason." he said slowly. His big eyes were almost...sad. Peter shuffled uncomfortably.

"I am afraid you have all died in your world. There will be no going back to visit England and you are to stay here until the end of your days." he finished softly and Susan couldn't help smile at the glorious word although she did feel an agonizing stab of pain for a fraction of a second thinking of her poor mother and how alone and devastated she must be. How awful to lose all four of your children plus having a husband fighting in a war. But as soon as Aslan said the word 'husband' the guilt rolled off her shoulders.

The other three were silent for a moment.

Lucy sighed in relief. "Whew, I thought you were going to say we had to go back to that awful place!"

He ignored her and turned to Susan. "My dear daughter, what upsets you so? In all of my days never have I seen a love like the one that you share with King Caspian. I can promise you, you and Caspian will live happily for many years to come." he said and Susan looked down at her shoes.

"I do love him. Very, very much..." she whispered weakly. Edmund grabbed her shoulders and looked her straight in the eye.

"We went through the same thing with him and I am going to tell you the same thing I told him. He loves you. He is going to be there. And he is going to say I do. And he is going to take care of you forever. And you are going to live happily ever after so just calm down and enjoy your wedding day you big goof!" he said for the thousandth time and Susan smiled.

Aslan chuckled. "I could not have said it better myself. Now if I may be so bold, it would give me great pleasure to perform the wedding ceremony. I hope I would not be intruding on your wedding day," he said, his whiskers twitching.

Susan nodded fervently. "Oh yes, please do! I am sure the minister would gladly step aside for you!'' she said with a smile. "Then I suggest we continue. We would not want the bride late for her own wedding.'" he said turning and continuing proudly down the hallway, followed by the best man and Groomsmen (Edmund and Trumpkin) and maid of honor, (Lucy) and the bride and her usher. After what seemed and eternity to Susan, they arrived at the huge double doors leading to the Garden, where the wedding was to be held. Peter squeezed her hand and kissed her cheek, tears in his eyes.

"This is it." he whispered to her as Edmund threw open the double doors for Aslan and the great Lion emerged from the double doors, his golden mane glowing. An enormous collective gasp filled the air and every one scrambled down to their knees to bow before the great Lion. A few of the Telmarines started shrieking and a most deafening cheer erupted from all of the Narnians. )And yes, some of the lords protested fauns and minotaurs and satyrs attending the wedding but were quickly cut down by Caspian.

They had actually only invited only two hundred or so people out of the seven hundred but had let the word be spread that all Narnians were more than welcome to attend the wedding.)

Aslan merely nodded and continued down the aisle proudly, finally reaching Caspian who bowed and smiled ecstatically at him. The Telmarine minister bowed deeply and stepped down into the crowd for the great lion who stood proudly on the altar, waiting to begin the ceremony, dazzling the entire crowd.

Next came the maid of honor (Lucy) and then the best man (Edmund) followed closely by the groomsmen (Trumpkin). Edmund took Lucy's arm, leading her down the aisle, Trumpkin following close behind. Caspian whipped his head around at the sound and gave a huge sigh of relief. Lucy was absolutely beaming and was struggling to not run down the aisle squealing to hug Caspian. Edmund gave him an encouraging wink and looked meaningfully over his shoulder and than nodded at Caspian. He smiled at his best friend and soon to be brother. His whole body was tingling and the butterflies in his stomach were starting to make him sick. He couldn't breathe, couldn't think, couldn't move!

Edmund took his place on the first step beside Caspian and Trumpkin while Lucy took her place opposite of Edmund. Caspian's legs were shaking and the anticipation of finally seeing his bride was tearing away at his heart like a ravenous claw.

And then he saw her. If he hadn't known he couldn't have told you who walked her down the aisle. As soon as the skirts of that white, soft, BEAUTIFUL dress peeked out shyly from around the corner, his heart stopped completely and the every guest in the garden melted away into nothing. All he saw was her. He had never seen anything so..so radiant, so dazzling...so sweet and so pure. So delicate and so fragile. Her beauty made his mouth dry and his head sway. He was pretty sure he was drooling before six hundred foreign dignitaries but he couldn't have cared less. She was so, so...beautiful didn't even begin to cover it. Lovely, gorgeous, stunning, breathtaking, amazing, wonderful, amazing, exquisite devine...no, none of these words even came remotely close. His cheeks were beginning to burn from his huge smile. He probably looked quite the fool but all that mattered was her. And she was getting closer and closer to him, looking at him with her radiant smile and eyes full of excitement and love. And in a matter of moments, she was going to be his forever.

After what seemed like decades, Susan and Peter reached the first step of the altar and Peter gently unlooped his arm from hers, tears swimming in his eyes. She had tears in her eyes too as she looked at her brother, her saviour and her protector. Her shoulder to cry on and her pillow to hug. Her big brother. She threw her arms around him, squeezing the breath out of him and nuzzling her face into his chest.

"Just because I'm getting married doesn't mean I love you any less. I will always need my big brother to protect me," she whispered into his shirt and he hugged her tighter, a single tear slipping down his cheek and splattering on her hair. Those were the exact words every brother needs to hear. "I love you Peter," she whispered and he smiled through his tears. "I love you too."

She pulled away, tears still in her eyes and squeezed his hand as he kissed her forehead. He glanced over at Caspian. "Take care of her Caspian,'' he whispered and Caspian nodded dumbly, his eyes still fixed on his bride. She climbed the two small steps and stood beside him, smiling radiantly with a lovely warmth in her lovely blue eyes. "You look...wow...just-just...wow," he stammered and she threw her head back and laughed queitly, taking his hand in his hers and twinng her fingers with his.

Aslan smiled. "Today we are gathering in this sacred place of this sacred palace to honore a sacred bond. A bond that cannot be broken. Not by hatred, not by cruelty, not by jealousy, not even by death. A thing so pure that it can not broken. And i stand before you today, joining this man and this woman in the bonds of marriage forever. These two young people have endured inconcievable pain and suffering and yet their love still survives. Their love still glows brightest in this world of light. And it is not for the reason of peace treaties or political ties but by the stongest, purest thing in the world. True love. I was here when this world but nothing but darkness. I was there when the first flame of light illuminated the dark world. i was there when the first flowers sprang from the ground and the first babbling brook bubbled out of the earth. And still in all of my days I have never seen a love so pure and true and real and strong as the love shared by this man and this woman. Their love is so strong it changed the course of not only their lives and the lives of their loved ones but the lives of all of you and your loved ones. A love so strong and so powerful that it changed the course of two worlds." he turned to Caspian.

"King Caspian X, the Telmarine who saved Narnia, do you take this woman as your wife? To cherish and love and protect for all of eternity to the best of your ability?" he said with a warm smile.

Caspian turned his head to look at Susan, the love of his life, his world, his everything, his love. "I do."

"And Queen Susan the Gentle, do you take this man as your husband? To cherish and support and care for and love to the very best of you ability?"

"I do."

Aslan bowed his head and smiled. "I, Aslan, Emperor over the Sea, name these rulers of Narnia man and wife. Caspian, you may give us the pleasure of kissing your wife. May today be the first of years of wonderful memories to come.''

He smiled at the young couple and leaned forward to breath on the couple. The soft puff of air send so much peace and warmth and strength through the couple that every trace of nervousness or worry that had ever existed in their minds vanished without a trace. It was almost as if nothing could ever go wrong again. For that one moment, that one amazing, fabulous, perfect moment.

Caspian stroked her cheek with the back of his hand and twined a hand around her waist. "Forever." he whispered as he pressed his lips into hers, fire and passion and desire burning and seering his whole body. A low, quiet moan escaped his lips and Susan reluctantly pulled away from him before it became inappropriate in front of six hundred people. She blushed and threw her arms around her new husband's neck. He laughed and spun her around in the air, laughing and smiling. The crowd erupted in ecstatic cheers, shouts and wishing for the best ringing across the garden. Caspian pulled her in for another kiss and she reciprocated with as much enthusiasm. Susan almost could not hear him over the thunderous shouts and yells and roars and grunts and bellows when he said "I love you." hotly into her neck. she stroked his hair and stretched up for another kiss. "I love you too," she said.

Caspian wrapped his arm around her waist and together they took their first steps ans husband and wife. Caspian sighed and pulled her closer to press a kiss to the top of her head. "I never want to be without you."he said into her hair. She smiled and cupped the side of his face with her hand an stared into his eyes with her distractingly beautiful ones.

"Every day you have been near me was the best day of my life."