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Anyway, now to the story.
Disclaimer: I do no own Vampire Academy.
"I can't do this, Liss."
"Yes, you can. Just take deep breaths."
"I can't. I can't. I'm freaking out. I'm panicking. I can't be seen like this."
"Rosemarie Hathaway, you're telling me that you can take on murderous Strigoi but you can't walk a few steps, hold Adrian's hand and declare your undying love for him?"
I pondered that. "No, I can't do it." I said and again another panic attack, the third of the day, started to set in.
Lissa and Mia took my hands and tried to calm me again. We were still in my house, sitting on my sofa all dressed up for my wedding to Adrian and we were already half an hour late.
It was a wonder that we had managed to pull a wedding off so quickly, but I suppose when you have the Queen paying for it you can do a lot on short notice. Like a custom made wedding dress and brides maids dresses and giant cathedrals to get married in.
"Why is the car still here? Shouldn't you have left? Adrian is getting really worried." My mother said, walking into the room.
"She's saying she can't do it." Mia told her.
"It's only a few steps, a couple of words, an "I do" and that's the end of it." Mom said.
"That's easy for you to say." I muttered.
I carried on taking deep breaths. This was stupid, I knew that but I was about to become someone's wife! That was a big deal. Don't get me wrong I love Adrian with all my heart and I wanted to be his wife, but that was easier said than done.
"Rose, think of Adrian." Lissa whispered and squeezed my hand.
I looked at her, then Mia and my mom. Man up, Hathaway. It's Adrian.
I stood up, took a deep breath tried to ignore the sickness and dizziness I had been fighting all morning and said. "Let's do this." And I left the house for the last time as Miss Rosemarie Hathaway.
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The actual ceremony passed in a daze. Right now, all I could remember clearly was saying "I do" and kissing Adrian. Which sounds really bad, but I was just so nervous I was concentrating more on not having a panic attack rather than what the priest was saying.
We had left the church and were headed towards our reception venue, which was one of the ballrooms in the Queen's building. Because Lissa had pretty much taken over the whole wedding, I hadn't actually seen how the reception was decorated. Honestly, I don't remember much about that either, just the huge chandelier like centre pieces and expensive looking table cloths. I knew something was wrong because I barely noticed any of the food either.
"Rose, are you alright? You've been out of sorts all day?" Adrian whispered to me during Christian's, Adrian's best man, speech.
"It's just nerves." I smiled and kissed him lightly. I had been telling myself that all day and even I was starting to think I was lying. Surely I wouldn't be nervous after the ceremony? Surely this sickness and dizziness should have passed by now?
"I ask you to charge your glasses to the happy couple, Adrian and Rose!" Christian ended and everything toasted us for the millionth time if the day.
My mom had her speech then, even my dad, who I had developed a relationship with over the past couple of weeks, said a few words. We cut the cake, had our first dance, I threw my bouquet, which Lissa caught, danced some more.
"So, Mrs Ivashkov," Adrian smiled when he cut mine and Dimitri's dance short, "How are feeling now?" He asked, circling his arms around my waist. It was nearly midnight and nearly time for us to head to the hotel we were staying in for the night before we went on our honeymoon tomorrow. I had no idea where we were going but knowing Adrian nothing was impossible.
"A lot better. I'm just so glad that I am finally Mrs Ivashkov." The first part was a lie; I just couldn't seem to shake this sick and dizzy feeling.
Adrian didn't seem convinced. "Rose, you know you can tell me anything. If you were having second thoughts about getting married, we could have moved the whole thing back and I wouldn't have minded. I just want you to be happy." He said.
"I know and I never had second thoughts about the wedding. Yes I was nervous this morning but who isn't at their wedding? I honestly feel fine." I insist and kiss him again before he has chance to protest.
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Adrian had booked the fanciest, most lavish hotel I had ever seen. Our penthouse suite- which was far too big for us to stay in for one night, surely a simple double room would have sufficed?- was immaculately decorated, it reminded me a lot of Adrian's room at the ski lodge with all the mod cons and simple colour scheme.
The bed that dominated the bedroom was by far the biggest I had ever seen and could have easily fit four people comfortably. With two bedrooms, three bathrooms, all with baths and showers plus a hot tub in one, a kitchen, living room, balcony and dining room it was almost as big as our house. Adrian never ceased to amaze me, I couldn't even imagine how lavish the honeymoon would be if we were staying somewhere like this for just one night.
"Surely this is far too much for just one night?" I said to Adrian, wrapping myself the thick duvet and propping myself up on one arm. As soon as we were in the room Adrian was practically ripping my wedding dress off.
"Nothing is too much." He smiled, stroking my face moving down to my neck and then further.
It was about eleven at night on our nocturnal schedule, meaning sunlight was filtering in through the cracks in the curtains. There was a calming silence throughout the hotel, no noise from outside could be heard, no traffic, not even a bird singing.
An hour or so later I insisted that we get up and have some food. We didn't have to worry about packing suitcases for our honeymoon; Adrian had already sent our luggage ahead of us to wherever we were staying. I ordered room service after we had showered and got dressed and must have eaten enough food to feed a family of four.
"So I assume your illness have gone then?"Adrian asked after I had finished.
"Yeah, I feel a lot better. Like I said it was nerves." I smiled and kissed him lightly. "So when do we have to leave to go to our mysterious honeymoon location?"
"Not until five." He says matter of factly.
"Where are we going?"
"Now that, Mrs Ivashkov, is a secret." He smiles and continues sipping his coffee.
Over the past two weeks I have begged him to tell me where we are going and every time I ask he has point blank refused to tell me. He even forbade Lissa to ever mention it. That was one of the moments I wished we still had the bond.
"Come one, please?" I got up and stood behind his chair wrapping my arms around his neck and planting light kisses on this neck and shoulder. "Please tell me." I whisper in his ear and pull myself as close to him as I manage.
He's silent for a long time, seeming to have an internal debate with himself as to whether he should tell me or not. He takes another sip of this coffee, puts his empty cup down and turns and kneels on the chair so he is facing me.
"I suppose I could tell you," he starts and my pulse races with anticipation. "But then I'd have to kill you and I really cannot be bothered to put in the effort." He smirks kisses me on the nose and stalks off towards the bedroom. Men could be so infuriating sometimes.
This continued for the next few hours until we had to leave for our flight, and every time I asked Adrian either 'distracted me' or changed the subject completely. To top it all, the sick, dizzy feeling had returned with a vengeance but I kept that quiet just because Adrian got very clingy and overbearing when I was ill, which was nice that he cared and was concerned but sometimes it was just too much to handle.
We left for the airport which was only a twenty minute drive from the hotel and I wasn't surprised at all when Adrian said that the Queen had given him permission to use her private jet. I was still in the dark about where we were going. A team of flight attendants were on hand to cater to our every whim although I refused food and drink because I just felt so awful. On a number of occasions Adrian asked whether I was ok and I kept insisting that I was fine, after what seemed like the hundredth time of him asking I finally snapped.
"I am fine, Adrian! Can I please just have a little bit of quiet!" I snapped and he turned away from me.
The plane landed about eight hours after we took off and Adrian silently led me off the plane. It was dark wherever we were so it must have early hours of the morning and there was a sharp chill in the air but coming from Montana I was used to it.
The terminal was quiet but there were still several people milling around dragging suitcases and talking sleepily into cell phones. I still had no clue where I was and it was hard to tell from the accents of people walking around as they varied from French to American to Australian. I couldn't even see a sign to tell me what airport I was in let alone what country. I wouldn't put it passed Adrian to have told everyone to take any signs down that said where we were to keep the surprise going longer.
Adrian had remained silent since I snapped at him and I was now starting to feel bad about it.
"Adrian..." I started
"Don't apologise, Rose. I know I can be a bit overbearing sometimes, if you don't feel well I should leave you alone." He smiled and kissed me on the forehead. "So figured where we are yet?" he smirked and continued walking we through the terminal and outside to the parking lot where a glossy, black Mercedes was waiting with a uniformed chauffer holding the door open for us.
"No, I didn't even see anything that said what airport we were at."
"Well look over there," he pointed out the window as the driver pulled away. "and that will tell you."
I looked where Adrian was pointing and gasped as I saw the sign he was pointing to. London Heathrow. I was in England!
"Oh my god! Adrian! I have always wanted to go to London!" I squealed with delight and kissed him fiercely.
"Why do you think we're here?" he laughed and wrapped an arm around my shoulders.
As it was just after one in the morning according the clock in the car, there wasn't really much to see. But even shrouded in darkness everything looked amazing and so much more spectacular than I could have imagined. I couldn't wait until we could go properly sightseeing, go to Buckingham Palace, the Tower of London, the London Eye, the Houses of Parliament (yeah, I have a bit of a London obsession!)
We drove for roughly half an hour and then arrived at our hotel. We were staying at the Dorchester! The Dorchester!
I was completely in awe. I couldn't believe it! I was in quite possibly the most amazing place in the whole world, with my amazing new husband and I could not have been happier!
That was until we got the suite we were staying in and a sudden wave of dizziness hit me, I tried to grip Adrian's hand to stop me from falling but couldn't quite manage it and I was engulfed in darkness before I hit the floor.
What is wrong with Rose I wonder? Give me your ideas! And I mentioned once about there being a shocker coming up involving Dimitri, if I didn't well I just mentioned it, so give me your ideas on that too!
And let me know what you guys think!