AN: I DID IT! But it's probably awful! D: So the dress I was trying to describe in this chapter was like Jane Seymour's wedding dress from The Tudors, it's sooo purdy! :D :D

Elena could hardly sleep. It had been over a week since she had came to the castle for the party Damon had personally invited her to. It had been over a week since she found out he kept his promise. She tossed and turned in her bed, wishing greatly that she could be in Damon's chambers, in his overly large bed right now. She wondered if he was restless as she was.

The past week, Damon and Elena had been planning on how to make the announcement. What announcement? Well, the one where he chose his wife! Elena grinned at the thought. He had chosen her. But of course, she couldn't wait to see the looks on everyone's face, as they thought she was gone. She stared up at the ceiling, thinking about the night of the party.

Damon and Elena pulled away from their fierce lip lock and both looked at the desk they had just christened. Elena blushed brightly as he smirked.

"Shall we go tell them now?"

"Tell them what?" Elena asked, looking away from his lips.

"That I've found myself a bride." She couldn't help the smile that spread across her lips as she heard him say that. But she shook her head.

"No." Damon raised an eyebrow at her, and Elena felt herself falter as she saw the look of hurt in his eyes. "I would prefer to do it another way." The look disappeared and he waited for her to continue. "You know I'm the kind of woman to make a show." She grinned and he laughed.

"Of course! Tonight proves it!" He smirked at her before leading her over to the antique couch in the room. They both sat down, facing each other. "What do you have in mind, Elena? Because I'll do anything you suggest."

"Anything?" She grinned at him. She wasn't going to pretend like she hadn't thought of every scenario while they had been apart, because she had. Her expression turned serious. "You know most of those people in there hate me." She spoke softly. He said nothing, but only nodded. "I'm not their favorite, they hate me because of my relationship with you." Elena frowned. For the two years they'd been together, most of those people had tried to ruin their relationship.

He rested his hand over hers. "Hatred is born of jealousy, Elena. But I don't understand. Where are you going with this?"

"I want them to think they've won and that we're done." His eyes widened momentarily before he smiled softly.

"And how does the lady Elena propose we do that?"

She looked into his eyes, her own glinting with mischief. "We're going to have a fight. In front of all of them." She noted the look of confusion in his eyes. "You can have Kai sneak me back in after I've stormed off." Understanding dawned on his features.

"My god Elena, you are evil, and absolutely perfect!" He grabbed her and crushed his lips to hers, eliciting a moan from deep in her throat as she kissed him back. He stood, pulling her up with him. "Are you ready?"

"Always."

They stopped at the corner of the hallway that would lead them straight back to the party. They looked at each other and grinned. Elena pulled him down and kissed him.

"I want you to know, I won't mean half of the things I'm going to say. I love you."

"And I'm not going to mean them either. I love you too." He returned her kiss, soft and sweet. They looked at each other once more, before Elena let out a scream of anger, turning the corner towards the party. Damon followed her.

"You're a bastard, Damon Salvatore!" The sound of music and chatter stopped as Elena screamed out. Everyone turned towards them as they came storming into the ballroom, the crowd parting as Elena turned around to face him. She could hear them whispering, hear some of the ladies giggling.

"And you're nothing but a bitch! I wasted two years of my life on you!" Elena would have been hurt, but she knew the look in his eyes was full of love and lust.

"Did you expect me to come here and kiss your ass, Your Royal Dickness?!" She shouted at him. "After the way you treated me when you left me?!" She had to ignore the feeling of arousal she got from the memory.

He stepped towards her, and stopped when he was standing incredibly close. "You come here, dressed like this, like some WHORE where every man can see you!" He growled. She heard the women's giggles again, along with a few gasps.

She struck him. She slapped him hard across the face, the force turned his head to the side. "You're nothing to me! I hate you!"

His glare made her eyes widen but she knew it wasn't in hatred, more of lust. Pure lust. "Get the FUCK out of my castle! And never come back again! I HATE YOU!" She turned on her heel and stormed off, the crowd parting for her. One woman, one bitch, was smirking at her like she was the one Damon had done that for. Elena knew who she was. She glared coldly at the Andie woman. The bitch had tried to ruin things for them before, and it took all of Elena's willpower to not set her straight. She walked by, seemingly undefeated, but they were the only two in the room who knew that they were the real winners.

Elena stood out in the private gardens, remembering just how to get there. No one else except for a select few knew of it. Damon had showed her there once before. So now she would wait. Kai would find her. Damon would tell him to check here first, because he knew just how much she had been entranced by the beauty of the place.

She was right. Kai came around the corner of a hedge, a torch in hand. "Wasn't that a show!"

She stood up and laughed, walking over to him. "Was it convincing?"

He scoffed. "Even I bought it! Let me guess, it was your idea?" They had been walking together, back towards the castle. She stopped and curtsied.

"Yes, yes it was my idea!" She continued to laugh as he grinned.

They continued to walk in silence, as he brought her back into the castle through a servant entrance. He took out a key and She watched as he led her over to a portrait on the wall. He ran his fingers along the edge until there was a soft click. He pulled the portrait forward, as if it were a door. She stared in surprise. "Take this passage, it will lead you to his room."

Elena nodded and he handed her the torch. She stepped into the dark space behind the painting, only looking over her shoulder as Kai closed the "door". She took a deep breath and followed the passage, nearly tripping on the flight of stairs. She tried not to giggle. She wanted to surprise Damon. And if he heard her giggling, because she knew he probably would, that wouldn't be a possibility. Well, he probably already heard her racing heart with his vampire senses.

She found an empty holster on the wall, close to where the passage ended, and placed the torch Kai had given her there. She walked forward up the last few steps of the winding passage, until she felt the wall where it stopped. She pushed, ever so slightly, and it moved forward, opening.

Quiet as she could be, she opened the door even more, slipping into the room. The room was large, there was an overly large bed a few feet away. The fireplace was burning softly, but the moon lit up most of the room. She turned around to close the passage door quietly.

There was a whoosh of air, and Elena was being pinned against the wall. Someone was pressing against her, forcing her front side against the wall as the body was pressing against her back side.

"I love it when we fight." She grinned at the voice that whispered in her ear. He turned her around to face him, brown eyes meeting blue. He pulled her into a fierce kiss, his lips attacking hers. She wrapped her arms around his neck as she kissed him back. "You almost had me believing that." He growled.

She giggled softly. "Are you going to ravish me or do you want to hear the rest of my plan?"

Reluctantly, he pulled away, looking down at her. "Woman must you ruin it?!" He laughed. She rolled her eyes and grinned. "Go on, tell me. What do we do now?"

"You're going to hide me. In the castle."

His expression went blank. "I'm going to what?"

"You heard me." Elena spoke softly as she sat down on his bed. "We'll wait, at least a week, before we announce it."

Damon walked towards her, leaning down to her level. His lips were close to hers, and Elena's eyes couldn't help but drift to them. He was smirking at her. "Announce, what?" Elena blushed a bright red, grinning back at him. "I don't think I can wait a week to do that, but if it is what you want then it shall be. Hiding you should not be hard, the castle is full of empty beds." Damon whispered to her, as he crawled onto the bed, forcing Elena to lay back. She looked up at him as he rested up on his elbows above her, closing her eyes and sighing softly as he pressed his lips to hers. He kissed down her neck, stopping to whisper once more in her ear. "Although I would rather you be in my bed and never leave it."

Not another word was said.

Elena couldn't take it anymore. She stood from her bed, knowing she would not get any sleep at all. She walked over to the curtains and opened them, smiling as she saw the sun was rising. She stared into the distance, twirling her diamond engagement ring around on her finger.

She turned, looking at the cream dress with gold embroidery that was hanging on her bureau. It was a dress of her own picking, out of what she thought had been thousands that had been brought to her by the maids Damon had employed for her.

One of said maids walked into the room then, shocked at seeing her stand there. "Oh! Miss Elena, you're awake. Are you ready to be prepared for the day?"

Elena broke out into a grin, nodding. "Yes."

They bathed her, shaved her, and washed her hair. She smelt of roses and lavender, her favorite flowers. They were lacing up her corset and placing her petticoat on her. She raised her arms as they brought the dress down over her head, the A-line neck stopping above her corset top. Her breasts here pushed up, but in a tasteful fashion. She knew Damon would not be able to keep his eyes off of them though, as innocent as she may appear in her white ensemble, she was far from innocent. She had to stifle a giggle.

The maids sat her down in front of her vanity, as one fixed her hair. They pulled the top of it back, pinning it up in a partial braided bun. The rest of her hair was curled slightly at the ends, leaving it cascading down her back in soft, dark brown waves. She couldn't deny, she looked beautiful as she looked at her reflection in the mirror.

A maid slipped a white pair of heels onto her feet. Another one took out her jewelry box as Elena watched curiously, her eyes widening when she took out a beautiful diamond necklace.

"A present, from His Majesty."

Elena smiled gratefully as she slipped the necklace around her neck, fastening it. She reached up, touching it, running her fingertips along the diamond as it sparkled in the sunlight. Damon was sparing no expense. It must have cost a fortune.

Damon. She wondered what he might be doing right now. Was he nervous? Was he excited? Was he growing impatient? She knew she felt all of those things.

They had planned how this day would go. Elena grinned at her reflection, anticipation coursing through her veins. The maids were applying her rogue and lipstick, as the other applied the final touch.

A silver crown lined with pearls and crystals was placed atop her head, that held down the veil that covered her face, hiding her from everyone's view.

There was a bell that rang in the distance. It was time.

Damon had called all his courtiers to the throne room. They were piling in, and it was getting crowded. Damon was standing at the front of the room, with a priest. He could tell the courtiers were not sure who to be more concerned about. Him, or the priest next to him. Or the other throne that had been placed by his. A throne for a Queen.

Elena was walking down the marble staircase, holding the hand of Alaric Saltzman.

"Alaric! Slow down! I'm trying not to fall!" She laughed out. He slowed down his pace, helping her down the stairs. She was having trouble in her heels and dress, and she was holding her crown on with her other hand.

"Sorry Elena, I just don't want to keep Damon waiting. You know how he is when he gets impatient." They both laughed.

"I'm happy you made it Alaric, I wouldn't want anyone else to walk me down the isle." Elena smiled up at him as they got to the bottom of the staircase.

Alaric returned her smile. "Damon is my best friend, and you are like my daughter. It was the least I could do."

They both turned as Kai rushed up to them. "Everyone is becoming frantic and Damon looks like he's about to eat the Priest, so I think it's time." They watched as he ran back off.

Both of them walked in silence towards the throne room, only stopping so Elena could pull down her veil.

"Elena? Hold your head high, and don't let the whispering bother you, do you understand me? You've won, they've got nothing on you." Elena looked up at Alaric, wondering if he could see her huge grin through her veil.

"I know."

She took his hand again as they stood outside the large double doors to the throne room. They opened slowly, and everyone turned to look at them. It fell quiet.

Alaric led her through the room, down the red carpet that had been laid down, and towards Damon. He stood at the front of the room.

Elena could tell, from through the veil, he was awestruck by her appearance. She was the same way about his.

He wore white, not his usual black, and it suited him. She smiled, unsure if he could see it.

Finally. They made it to the end of the isle, and Alaric handed her off to Damon.

She could hear whispers, but she ignored them.

"Yes! You are all here to witness my wedding! Now be quiet!" Damon shouted, causing Elena to stifle a giggle. They both turned to the Priest, who was trying not to grin himself. Kai stepped forward, placing the rings onto the bible the priest was holding. They kneeled before him.

The room fell silent as he began to speak. "We are all gathered here today to witness the union between this man and this woman."

Elena was dying with excitement. No one in this room except Damon, Alaric, Kai, and the priest knew who she was. When he unveiled her to kiss her, she was sure everyone was going to drop dead. But she was more excited that this day had finally come, that she would marry Damon. She couldn't believe it.

"Do you, King Damon Salvatore of Mystic Falls take this woman to be your wife?"

"I do." He picked up the ring and slipped it onto her finger, a diamond.

"And do you, my lady, take this man to be your husband?"

"I do." She slipped the remaining ring onto his finger then, a thick golden band.

"By the power vested in me, I now pronounce you, husband and wife."

Damon and Elena both stood.

"You may now kiss the bride."

Elena was grinning from ear to ear. Damon reached down and unveiled her, and the room erupted in a gasp. Both of them ignored it, as Damon leaned down and pressed his lips against hers. She closed her eyes and kissed him back, chastely. It was hard to control herself, she wanted nothing more than to tear off his clothes and take advantage of him on the throne.

Damon pulled away, and turned towards everyone, as did she. Everyone's eyes were as wide as saucers, some were glaring at Elena. Damon laughed along with Elena.

"Did you really all believe that fight was real?" Damon questioned. He was referring to the past week, at the ball.

"But, Your Majesty! You can't marry a commoner."

Damon tried to find the source of the voice, but shouted to the whole room. "Actually, I can. The Council changed the rule, when I wrote to them of my love for this woman, right here." Damon gestured to Elena, causing her to blush. "And this woman, my WIFE, is going to be crowned Queen! Perhaps you should all practice calling her, Your Majesty!"

Elena held her head high, a smile plastered to her lips. It was kind, but also triumphant. She had truly won, and she had Damon, her husband, her life by her side. It wasn't just about winning to her, it was the fact that she had him. He was all she needed.

She refrained from widening her eyes as she watched the people, one by one, drop to their knees in front of them. They were bowing, to Damon, and to her. They all lowered their gaze, some more reluctant to others, and she looked at Damon. They exchanged grins. They were a team, not one without the other.

They spun around on the dance floor, his hands on her hip and hers on his shoulders. Elena's body was pressed against him tightly as he lead her through the dance. Everyone stood by, watching.

"You look beautiful, Elena." He whispered in her ear, causing her to blush. His voice was low and husky, he wanted her.

"Thank you, husband. I handpicked the dress myself." She knew his eyes had fallen back down to her breasts, she didn't think he could be any more obvious about it.

"I do love this color on you, although I would prefer to see your dress on the floor of my chambers." His lips brushed against her ear, causing her to gasp softly. He pulled back and smirked, and she knew exactly why. His vampire smell had no doubt picked up her scent of arousal.

Which only reminded her of something. "Damon?"

"Yes?" He looked at her expectantly.

"Is there going to be a bedding ceremony?" She half expected him to laugh at her question, but she knew the way Royalty worked. After the wedding, an audience would gather in the chambers to make sure the wedding was consummated.

"No." It was all he said, simple. He caught her confused expression and grinned at her. "Well, there is no point is there? I mean, we've been together before, dozens of times." She bit her lip as he spoke, staying quiet. The blush that had stained her cheeks was now staining her whole body. "The consummation is supposed to prove the woman is a virgin, and you my dear wife, are not a virgin." He laughed.

"No, I am not. You took that from me long ago, but I would not change that for the world. I am glad there will be no ceremony, do you know why, my love?"

He looked at her, his grin faltering. "Why?"

Her voice fell to a low whisper, deep and sultry, seductive. "Because when I come to your bed tonight, I'm going to claim you as mine."

Elena heard the growl deep in his throat, and she was the one grinning. They stopped dancing abruptly, and before she could question him, his voice rang out.

"My wife and I would like to retire!" She bit her lip as her ladies maids came forward, taking her arms and leading her out of the room. She threw a glance back at Damon, who winked.

Damon and Elena had slept together many times, would it be any different now that they were man and wife? She wasn't sure, but she kept asking herself that as her maids undressed her out of her gown and her undergarments. They came forward with her dressing down, the deep red velvet going perfectly with her skin. They took off her crown, brushing her hair out, letting it cascade down her back in long tresses. Once they finished, they left the room. Elena waited a moment, before taking her leave too.

She didn't knock or wait, she entered Damon's chambers without hesitation. He stood with his back to her, staring out the window. Her eyes ran over his bare back, the muscles in his arms, his strong shoulders.

He seemed so deep in thought she wondered if he heard her come in. Quietly, she walked up behind him, placing her hands on his back. He stayed completely still, only letting out a soft groan as she pressed her lips against his shoulder blades, kissing him softly.

Damon turned around to face her, taking her face in his hands and kissing her passionately. She closed her eyes, returning the kiss wholeheartedly, and deeply.

But then she was the one with her back pressed to his chest. His hands snaked around her waist and upwards, cupping her breasts through the fabric of her gown. She felt like she was going to explode, she craved this man like he was a drug and she had an addiction.

"You're mine, remember?" She whispered into the silence. He hummed against her neck. "Get on the bed and watch me." She demanded. A moment passed before his hands fell away and he walked over to the bed. He shed his pants off, bearing himself completely to her. No matter how many times she had seen him naked, it always caused her to blush. He was hard, for her. He got onto the bed and sat back against the head board, watching her, just as she had commanded. Being in control made her feel hot, and empowered. Yet she still felt shy around him, she probably always would.

Elena turned so he could see her better, the moonlight was the only source of light in the room. It shined brightly, bathing the room in a silver glow, even her skin. She reached up, unclasping her dressing down, and letting it fall to the floor. She stood before him, naked as she was in birth, with an innocent smile on her face. She cupped her breasts in her hand, shaping them and fondling them as she brushed her thumbs over her pert nipples. His groan was music to her ears, she could see how his eyes darkened, even in the dim room.

Elena walked towards the bed slowly, crawling up from the bottom towards him, towards her husband. She straddled his waist, his thick shaft pressing against her inside thigh. She gasped softly, biting her lip innocently. She leaned down, and kissed him, his lips responding instantly and eagerly. She was dripping wet for him, desire pooling in her core. His hands grasped her waist, trying to push her down onto him, but she stayed still. She continued to kiss him, biting his lower lip in-between her teeth, laving at it with her tongue. He ground his hips, causing her to moan softly. She pulled away from the kiss, looking him in the eyes. The desire that she could see in his eyes reflected her own, the blue orbs darkened with lust and need. She ended the wait for him.

They both gasped out as she slid down onto him, his fingers in a bruising, tight grasp on her hips. He watched her face as she closed her eyes, leaning her head back and moaning deep in her throat. Her face was scrunched up in pleasure, of being filled completely by Damon. His face was level with her breasts, she gasped as his lips attached to one of her nipples, sucking and laving softly.

Elena began to rock her hips, riding him slowly, letting out soft gasps and grunts each time he filled her completely. Their eyes never left one another, as he suckled on her breasts, swapping occasionally. She fisted her hand in his hair, holding him in place, pushing her breasts out as an offering.

She couldn't get enough of this, of him. Every touch, every kiss, every skim of his fingertips across her skin, even the lightest touch set her on fire. His gaze set her on fire.

She quickened her movements, grindind herself down onto him, tearing Damon away from her breasts and crushing her lips against his. His hands moved down, groping her arse roughly in his hands. He pulled her down onto him hard, making her cry out against his lips as they neared their release.

Damon's eyes lingered onto the vein in her neck. She tilted her head to the side, offering herself to him. His fangs extended, and he grabbed a fist full of her hair, pulling her down. He sank his fangs into her neck, causing her to let out a scream of full, unadulterated pleasure. Her moans were the moans of a wanton woman and his grunts were fueling her on. His hand slid to the back of her neck, holding her as he fed from her. She tossed her head back and cried out, riding him hard and fast, the dull throbbing in the pit of her stomach growing more intense with each passing second.

Damon retracted his fangs, and as she saw her blood staining his lips and his chin, she couldn't stop herself from kissing him passionately, with a bruising force. As she tasted her blood on him, she felt herself tense up, and she dug her nails into his shoulder, breaking the skin. It was like an explosion, there was a bright white light behind her eyes as she squeezed them shut. They both yelled out as they came, his hands going back to her waist to help her ride out her orgasm as he spilled himself inside of her. He kept his lips on hers, kissing her back with an equal amount of passion. She panted against his lips as she came down from her high, kissing him lazily while collapsing against his chest.

He lifted her off of him with little to no effort, re-positioning them until they were both laying down. He bit into his wrist and pressed it against her lips, groaning softly as she drank from him, healing the bite marks on her neck.

They kissed once more, and as Damon's arms wrapped around her to hold her, she knew she was home. She knew that this is where she belonged.

They both fell into a deep sleep. A peaceful one, content and happy.

Damon rolled over, his arm meeting an empty bed. His brow furrowed in confusion, but he could hear her heart beat. He knew she hadn't left. He opened his eyes and saw her sitting at his desk in her dressing gown, with a candle lit, scribbling away on a piece of parchment.

Quietly, as not to disturb her, he got out of bed, putting on his pants soundlessly. She seemed so deep in thought and by the small smile on her lips, Damon could tell she was recalling something.

He crept up behind her, wrapping his arms around her, leaning down to see what she was writing. "What are you doing?" He whispered in her ear.

Elena leaned back against him, sighing softly at his touch. She turned her head, kissing the side of his strong, muscular arm that was draped over her shoulder. "I'm writing it all down, because if I ever forget anything from the last two years, I'll never forgive myself." She was going to write her every memory, every moment she shared with Damon down onto paper so she could never forget it. And if anything happened, if they had a fight, she would have the memoirs to read, to remind her of everything she had to be grateful for.

He laughed softly, kissing the top of her head. "We're going to have forever, Elena. But I doubt you'll forget anything." He spoke quietly, watching her hand as she moved the quill across the parchment. Her handwriting was never messy or sloppy, it was feathery and beautiful. Elegant. Just as she was. "You're my little hopeless romantic, it's one of the reasons I love you." He whispered in her ear, causing her to giggle.

"And you're my caveman, it's one of the reasons I love you, too." He laughed out at her words, turning her face and kissing her soft lips firmly.

"Can you actually believe we're married, Elena? I never thought this would happen, I never thought I would be King." Damon was staring off at nothing, deep in thought.

"No, I can't believe it. I have thought about it, many times. And here we are."

"Is it exactly like you thought it would be?" He asked her.

Elena smiled softly, nodding. "Exactly." She felt his lips curve upwards in her hair, to a smirk.

They stayed like that, silent, enjoying each others touch before he pulled away.

"You must be hungry, I'll go get us some food." With a quick kiss, he left the room, looking back at her longingly. She watched him go then turned back to the parchment in front of her. She was hungry, but it would take him awhile to get back with the food, so she could continue writing.

Perhaps, some day, if their line could continue, then their ancestors could know their roots. They could know the story of Damon Salvatore and Elena Gilbert. They could know about how their love overruled everything, it made a difference, and that they should strive for the same kind of love.

Elena began to write again, the only sound being the quill scratching on the paper.

You think you know a story, but you only know how it ends. To get to the heart of the story, you have to go back to the beginning.

This is the story of how I fell in love with Damon Salvatore, my lover, my King, my husband. My heart.

AN: IT'S NOT OVER I PROMISE! lol. I just wanted to fit this in there, for now. I will be going back to the beginning with this story, and retelling the time in between. I'm just not sure if I should write it in Elena's point of view or not :(. Reviews are always welcome, thank you! :D