Thanks for reviewing! I noticed some people said that they don't find Percy and Annabeth getting married a lot on fanfiction. Well, now you get it twice. Sort of. ;)
Percy and I spend the night in our room at the inn, then we head back to the palace for a hectic scene. Several servants warn me that the queen is waiting for me, and not too happy. I thank them, each time, with a smile, because Percy and I are married and nothing can bring me down.
"Annabeth, where were you?" Mother's voice thunders at me. I smile as sweet as I possibly can.
"I was out on the town, Mother. You didn't object when I asked."
She sighs, probably not remembering in the rush of things. "Yes, yes, dear. As long as you didn't do anything too damaging."
I wonder if she classifies getting married against her wishes damaging. Probably.
"Go to your room. There are several women in there, to help you get ready."
I smile without another word and head back to my room. There are about a dozen women, who wash me and dress me, do my hair and face colorings, for hours. Ten minutes until three, I follow a quick procession down the stairs into the royal chapel. About fifty bridesmaids float down the aisle in time with music, then the flower girls, ring boys, and a bunch of others with official positions. Percy's waiting at the end of the aisle, smiling at me. I hardly contain a wink, knowing there are too many people here.
The walk down the aisle gives me time to look around. It seems like the entire kingdom is here, watching me. The dress is embroidered with little crystals, which sparkle in the light of the huge windows spaced around the rooms. My train is still out the door, but it should be in by a few feet by the time I reach the altar.
Which I finally do. The priest starts talking, about royal connections and love and such, going on and on. Finally, he has Percy remove my veil. He reaches for my stomach, where the end of it is, and floats it back. The priest splashes water on my face and blesses Percy with wisdom.
Finally, the moment we've both been waiting for, he asks us to put our hands up. We've left our rings on, and they gleam in the sunlight. The priest falters, and Mother, standing behind him, leans over to see what the problem is. When she sees the rings, she sucks in a breath.
"What is the meaning of this?" She demands. The entire chapel is silent, awaiting our answer.
I smirk. "We got married yesterday. How we wanted."
She throws her hands up in disgust.
"Get rid of those rings and put the new ones on."
"No," I say. "These are the ones we were married with. We're keeping these."
She glares, then glances at Percy.
"Do you have anything to say? Or do you just do what she tells you?"
He smiles at her. "My mother taught me not to say anything if I couldn't say anything nice."
Her nostrils flare.
"We'll proceed to the reception."
The priest announces it, and Percy and I walk out, over my train.
Percy heads left, for the banquet/ballroom, but I yank him to the right, against the wall.
His eyes twinkle.
"You need something?"
"Always."
He smiles, leaning down to kiss me.
"Hey! That wall is holy! No kissing, or anything of the sort, is allowed anywhere near it!" The priest yells at us. Percy pulls away from me slightly.
"Then I guess this is the most excitement it's ever had," He replies before coming back to me.
I can see the priest still standing there, but after a few seconds without a response from us, he walks off.
Percy and I finally decide to go to the reception. He cuts of my train before we head in and leaves it lying in the hallway.
People greet us excitedly, asking to see our rings and how the real wedding was. We laugh, and answer all their questions. We dance, eat cake, and have a wonderful time. Piper is extremely pleased with us, even though we didn't plan any of it.
About a hundred times some man wants to dance with me. Percy never lets them.
The party continues late into the night, but finally, everyone but our close friends are left. We sit on the tables, eating cupcakes and exchanging random stories.
Mother is about to leave when the door flings open, revealing a tall man, with Percy's eyes and a crown.
Percy grins. "Hello, Father."
The man chuckles. "Ah, there's m'boy! How was the wedding? Heard it was a riot!"
Mother rolls her eyes.
"Who invited you, Poseidon?"
"Nobody, Athena. I don't need an invitation to come to my son's wedding! Ah, so you're the lucky girl, eh?" He stops in front of me.
"Yes, sir. I'm Annabeth."
"Hello, Annabeth. I have a feeling you'll make a good ruler."
"She's not heir," Mother says, shooting daggers with her eyes at him.
"No, but Perseus is. And since they're married, that makes her crown princess of Oceana." He explains it like he's talking to a toddler.
"She's not going to Oceana, Poseidon."
"Come have a drink with me, Athena."
He takes her arm and pulls her out of the room. We watch, fascinated.
"Well, that'll turn out nicely," Piper says. We know enough not to question her.
"Now what?" Leo sighs. "You're going to go off and be queen and king. We'll never get to play."
I throw a sprinkle at him. He torches it.
"Poseidon's young. He'll last a while longer."
Leo lays back on the table. "So what do we do?"
I shrug, even though he isn't looking.
"We'll do what we do best. We'll keep at it with the Argo II. We'll help the people, protect them and ourselves. And kick butt."
Percy smiles at me, laces his fingers in mine, and whispers in my ear.
"As long as we're together."
So…yeah. This is the last chapter. Wow. I didn't really expect that. I'm planning a story which might have connections with this one, so stay tuned! Review, please!