CHAPTER THRITY-FOUR
"What's the count?" I asked softly when the Court Scribe had finished counting the votes. The Scribe stood and made his way to the podium with the box full of votes.
"The final count for the motion to change the Constitution to allow a Princess, Crown Princess, any female member of the Cyrus Monarchy to marry a commoner is..." The Scribe spoke and I licked my lips nervously. "One hundred and twenty-six, creating a majority vote and passing the motion." I let out a breath of relief. I'm not losing Shane. I jumped up and ran to Shane, throwing my arms around him and hugging him tightly. I still had my Shane.
"I'm here, Princess, I'm here." He assured, on hand stroking my hair gently. "I'm always going to be here." Someone called my attention back and I quickly thanked everyone and dismissed Parliment after I told them the time and date of Grandfathers funeral.
"You must have your wedding before the funeral; there is a grace period of one Monarch being burried and another corronated of seven days." Alyssa said when we were back in the car on the way back to Antebellum Castle. Not Northumberland Palace, I couldn't go back there, not yet. "Your dress is being finished as we speak, the invitations are being drawn up, all we await is the date."
"Do you think he would've been proud?" I asked, turning away from the window I'd been staring out of.
"He was proud all the time." Alyssa sighed, smiling softly; she knew him better than anyone. "He'd brag about you all the time; you were his granddaughter." I smiled a little at that.
"He told me once that he loved you like a daughter." I told her and she swollowed thickly. We shared a small smile and teary eyes before she went back to business.
"What date would suit you best before Friday?" Alyssa asked and I rolled my eyes and rested my head on Shane's shoulder.
"You mean tomorrow or Thursday?" I looked up at Shane and he shrugged slightly and kissed my forehead. "What the Hell, let's make it tomorrow." I sighed and Shane moved his arm around my shoulders and held me closer. "You okay with that?"
"Of course." He murmured, his fingers absently playing with the ends of my hair. "Come with me, Princess." Shane grabbed my hand as soon as the car stopped and started leading me somewhere.
"We won, Shaney." I sighed, twirling around once with my arms outstretched when Shane let go. "We won."
"Never any doubt when it come to you, Princess." Shane took my hand again and I stopped spinning to look where he brought me. A tree. An evergreen because it still had leaves. "Come on." Shane climbed up and held out his hand, helping me up after him.
"I'm sorry you don't get a choice." I said softly, settlinng against one of the branches.
"I made my choice when I defied my orders." Shane replied, stroking my cheek. "You're always my choice." Shane moved back a little and reached into his pocket. "I thought I'd have a little more time to figure out what to say, but I've had this with me since Christmas." It was a small jewellery box. "I love you, Princess, Miley-" I smiled, I always loved the way he said my name, if only he'd say it more often. "-I love you so much and I'll never stop. We're getting married tomorrow... I wish the King was here for you, I wish you weren't under so much pressure, I wish-..." He sighed and paushed. "I wish so many things for you, Miley." He licked his lips and carefully opened the box. "I know we're already getting married, but... Will you marry me?" I gasped, there was a beautiful, simple Princess-cut Diamond ring with a little golden Topaz heart on either side, set into a white band.
"Shane!" I looked up at him and despite the fact that yes, it was all confirmed and Constitutionalised , he looked nervous. "Yes." I smiled and hugged him tightly. "Of course, I always choose you." When I pulled away Shane kissed my lips softly and slipped the ring onto my finger.
"It was my Grandmothers on my Dad's side." He explained, it was a perfect fit. "They were married for forty-seven years, so I figure there's gotta some luck in it."
"I love it, Shane, and I love you." I kissed him again.
Princess Miley
Wednesday, Febraury 1st
"Hey, Baby Girl!" I was sitting alone in my room at Antebellum Castle, I had to leave for the Church in half an hour. I looked up from my breakfast, I was still in my pajamas. I'm getting married in roughly two hours and I'm still in my pajamas.
"Daddy!" I jumped up and ran into his arms. My Daddy was here, nothing could go wrong when Daddy was here. "I miss you, Daddy."
"God, I miss you too, Miles." Dad whispered, holding me close. He held me for a few minutes until I pulled away and looked at him with sad eyes.
"He died, Daddy, my Grandfather died." I whimpered and he held me again. "He said he was gonna be here till I didn't need him and I still need him. And he promised he was gonna see me marry Shane."
"I'm sorry, Bud." Dad sighed and there was a knock on the door.
"Hey, Alyssa." I opened the door and smiled weakly.
"I'm sorry for the intrussion, Your Majesty, the car is ready to leave for the Church." Alyssa said and I nodded.
"How's Shane?" I asked, biting my bottom lip. Today was the one day for the forseable that it was just about me and Shane. Just me and Shane.
"From what I'm told he's been worried about when to get ready and has showered a dozen times since he woke up out of nerves." Alyssa smirked and for some reason that made me smile. "Your dress is ready, and your stylists and make-up artists are awaiting your aproval."
"Great." I whispered before I looked at Dad, he looked sad; his little girl is getting married, I bet he wasn't expecting this for another ten years. "Who-who's walking me down the isle?"
"Your father of course." Alyssa answered and I grinned and hugged Dad again. "After the wedding there will be a reception held in the events room at Spencer Castle, after which you will be allowed Thursday free to do with as you desire, and then on Friday..." The Funeral.
"Thank-you." I swollowed thickly.
"Always an honor, Your Majesty." Alyssa replied, "do you wish to travel to the Church now, or stay another half hour as planned?"
"Might as well leave now." I shrugged, really, half an hour here or half an hour there; either way I was getting married, and I'd get to be with my Daddy as well. "What happens when the papers and pictures get out? People will know who I am." I followed Alyssa out of my personal quarters, still in my pajamas.
"The wedding is being televised live in not only the Cyrus Monarchy, but also the United States, the English Monarchy, and the Genovian Monarchy." I nodded, but that didn't really help. "By Thursday the news will have reached all corners, on Friday we're hoping it will be over-shadowed, and next Sunday's Parliment meeting is also being televised. We're having a speach written as we speak in explanation." Dad just remained silent the entire time.
"Is Jackson here? How long are you staying?" I asked him and he smiled sadly.
"I have to get back to California by tomorrow, I'm just here to walk my baby down the isle." I looked down feeling sad at that. "And don't worry, Bud, you'll see Jackson."
"A selection of tiarra's is available at the Church." Alyssa said as we climbed into the car.
"The one I got on my birthday." I decided, the one my Grandfather gave me.
"Very well." A note on the clipboard.
"You're doin' a good thing, Mile." Dad told me and I looked up at him, his eyes were a sad grey.
"You're always gonna be my Daddy." I whispered, cuddling into his side a little, knowing what he was thinking.
"And you'll always be my Baby Girl." He sighed and kissed the top of my head.
"Given the short notice we have decided to go with the traditional vows instead of reciting your own, is that okay?" Alyssa asked and I nodded absently.
"Sure, why not?" I shrugged and she nodded to herself.
"Your Majesty, we have arrived at the Church." The driver anounced and I thanked him as I got out.
"Jeffrey's please take Mister Stewart to his dressing room." Alyssa told one of the CRS guards as we aproached a pair of heavilly guarded doors. The agent led Dad away and and Alyssa guided me to the door on the left.
"Is Shane in there?" I asked, staring at the other door. I hadn't been allowed to see him last night after we left the tree.
"Yes." I smiled a little at that, he was right next door. "Now close your eyes, relax and you'll be ready in no time." Alyssa instructed when I was standing up on the pedestal. She knew I didn't like these things, especially since they insisted on practically stripping me.
"Can I see Shane when I'm done?" I bit my lip as something quite heavy was lowered over my head.
"Not until the ceremony." She denied and I frowned. "It's bad luck."
"Right, 'cause love has everything to do with luck." I rolled my eyes.
"You have something old in the form of the tiarra you chose." Alyssa informed, gesturing to the beautiful tiarra Grandfather had given me on my birthday. "The dress has been designed and made especially for you making it new." I nodded, I didn't look down at the dress as the stylists kept doing things to it, and there was one up under the dress uncomfortably securing the garter. "Her Majesty, Queen of Genovia has kindly donated the necklace she wore at her own wedding to Prince Nicholas as something borrowed." My eyes widened, Queen Mia and I had sort of kept in touch, but we hadn't really talked that much since Grandfather arranged for her to come see me. "And your garter is blue; Mister Gray has informed that he is not to remove it with his teeth." I blushed and half choked at the thought. "And a silevr sixpence has been secured in your left shoe as per tradition."
"How long is the ceremony going to take?" I stepped down off the pedestal when I was instructed to.
"About half an hour, Your Majesty." Hands pulled at my ahir, tweazers pulled at my eyebrows, something poked my scalp roughly.
"Ow." I winced quietly, and if it weren't for both my hands being pulled in different directions to have my nails done I would have rubbed the sore spot on my head.
"That is the future Crown you are abusing, remember that." Alyssa snapped.
"What do you think you're doing?" I demanded, turning my head to the guy doing my nails on my left to glare when he tried to take the ring Shane gave me yesterday off. The others all started to protest, but quickly stopped.
"That thing was not aproved for the ceremony or the reception, Your Majesty." The man replied, looking uneasy.
"Shane gave me that, it was his Grandmothers, it's my engagement ring and it's staying." I snapped and he winced.
"My appologies, Your Majesty, but it has not been aproved."
"I don't care, I'm not taking it off and you can't make me." I glared at him and he quickly gave in and let go of my hand. I turned back to facing the front and the others all got to work again.
OMG: 1; this is the fastest I've ever written a chapter :D
2; I think that's the first time I've ever used OMG.
3; sorry for ending it so suckishly.
I know I'm being pushy and demanding and bitchy, but if I get 10 reviews for this chapter not only will I write the next chapter (wedding) but I'll also post the Prologue for a story I just came up with.
It's called Eternity and is based around Hilary Duff's Elixir (no the double E is not an accident). It features Shane and Miley. Possibly Sage and Clea as well. And maybe (not sure, haven't decided yet) a HP cross because of the Philosophers Stone, but I'm still very unsure about that.
If you guys like the idea leave me 10 reviews saying so and what category I should put it in; HM/CR, HM/Elixir, Elixir straight, HM straight, CR/Elixir, CR straight... I really don't know.
If you guys do review for and then you like it if I post it then since this one's coming to an end I'll start focussing on that, or do a double wil Eternity, and a sequel to this as Queen Diaries. (the two aren't related).
Review please?
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Peace, Love, Miley!
P.S: MoeLove; no, I've search long and hard, but I haven't found any pictures of Joe and/or Miley at the club the other night. But, it is one step closer to them doing something totally epic and once-in-a-lifetime by anouncing they'll be working together.