PrincessLover1: In Kim's world, yes, but in all honestly, she just wants to be happy. (With you-know-who)
DARE2BECRAZY: Aww... Thanks!
rosalee. rogers. 3: I try. Honestly, I do. But I go write the chapters to the unfinished stories I've updated last.
IzzyQuagmire0907: Yay!
Last Chapter, guys. *sniffling* this was my third overall story, and my most popular (the second is "The Secret") so I'm sad to see it end.
Also, would you like me to title the chapters? I find it's much easier to find what you're looking for with Chapter Titles.
Jack
"So we're all engaged?" Milton, Kim's librarian and one of her bridesmaid's fiancé. We were all talking in the palace gardens, edged with small, safe forest, not like the quadruple dangerous Birari Forest.
"Actually, Jack's engaged-and-is-about-to-get-married-in-fifteen-minutes, but I'm not entirely sure that counts," Eddie pointed out, looking dashing in a clean, deep purple tunic with golden stripes down the sides and dark brown pants with darker leather boots. Every groomsmen wore the same thing, spare me, who wore a white formal tunic with a golden criss crossed front paired with black pants and brown leather boots.
"Technicalities," Milton waved away airily.
Before anyone could speak another word, bells began to chime, my friends disappeared, slipping through the crowd, and everyone in the elaborate, elf-made wooden benches rose.
We watched as my sisters - Rhiamon included - floated down the aisle, the "oohs," and "aahhs," drifting in the air. Bridesmaids began to walk down the aisle, paired with my friends, slowly edging towards the circle where my father and I were, under a tree branch woven wedding arch. I craned my head as slightly as possible, looking for my bride.
And then I saw her. She was smiling happy as she clung to the arm of her father, King of Teril.
Everything I saw on my Kim described her perfectly. It was white, with lovely bell sleeves that looked so free and wild, and a plain bodice with chains of pearls dangling along it. There was a light lilac belt, and below it was a puffed skirt of lavender swirls on the same white cloth. The tips of her heels were barely showing under the puffed skirt. The veil was long but not too long, a little past the waist of her gorgeous wedding dress. Kim had never looked as much as Lucilla as she had now. The resemblance was almost uncanny. But it wasn't, since Kim was Lucilla.
Kim's father handed her over to me, and I gently rubbed my thumb over her gloved hand.
"Princess Kimberly, Goddess Lucilla," my father began, "do you, take our beloved prince, Prince Jackson, to be your husband and king, to love, serve, and be faithful to, to obey in times of necessity, and to bear and raise loyal and faithful children?"
"I do," Kim's voice trembled with emotion.
"Prince Jackson, soon to be King, do you, take Teril's beloved princess and the world's sun goddess, Princess Kimberly and Goddess Lucilla, to be your wife and queen and goddess, to love, serve, and to be faithful to, to obey in times of necessity, and to help and raise her loyal and faithful children?"
"I do," my voice resonated throughout the area.
Kim's eyes widened as Brianna came up, Lianna, Alexa, following after her, bearing two crowns on red velvet cushions. Kim hadn't noticed that the first Birari ruler to be married would become ruler at their own marriage ceremony, crowned by the second child, if there was one.
Kim hadn't noticed that my father was wearing a worn down, simplistic gold crown that signified his resignation.
Taking the first, wider, more elaborately decorated crown from Lianna, Brianna turned to me. Kneeling, I bowed my head to her.
"Prince Jackson, do you accept the crown, and desire to become the King of Birari, and become responsible for the well-being of your kingdom?" Brianna's voiced echoed in the gardens, and all were silent, save Kim's labored breathing.
"I do," I answered solidly.
"Bear the responsibility and wisdom necessary to rule our kingdom," Brianna declared, settling the heavy crown on my head, "and may the gods above protect us all."
Standing up, I saw the tears that flashed in Brianna's eyes for a brief second as she watched her brother become king. I nearly became teary eyed myself, but I couldn't embarrass myself in front of Birari.
"Princess Kimberly, Goddess Lucilla," Brianna announced, picking up the other crown from Alexa, and hesitating, waiting for Kim to kneel, "do you accept the crown, and desire to become the Queen of Birari, and become responsible for the well-being of your kingdom?"
"I do," Kim stammered, her head bowed.
"Then bear the responsibility and wisdom necessary of a goddess, to rule our kingdom," Brianna murmured, "and may your family above protect us all."
A ripple of shock wove itself throughout the gardens. Brianna had changed the sacred ritual's words, but this ceremony had been a special circumstance.
Suddenly, my father, Brianna, and Alexa stepped back, and Rhiamon approached us, carrying a golden scepter in each hand. Wordlessly pressing them into our hands, she smiled, and nodded off into the distance as she backed away, Slowly, there was the sound of a harp, and a pair of delicate voices began to sing. We turned to see Silvianna and Fiolin, singing wistfully in the trees, Silvianna playing the harp.
In a garden,
In a forest,
Where a love,
could never harden.
A tender tree,
growing in the light of the sun.
An emotion rising, unlocked and open,
A wild passion, just set free.
A marriage that will never be tampered,
A bounding love running unhampered.
The Princess of Teril,
and The Prince of Birari,
Were forever be known,
as The Brave Prince and the Seething Princess.
And... now it's over. And now you guys are going to kill me for not updating. Okay, let me explain. I was having a massive writer's block, and didn't know how to continue this story. I had 300 words. That was it. Then, I couldn't bring myself to finish my most popular story. It was too heartbreaking. Not to mention school and sports was rough. Two sports, and then I was failing Health for eight days, and I got a 79 on my French quiz. I have to maintain straight As. It's my goal. So I'm sorry.
I also have a bit of interesting news. I'm submitting my short story, "A Note in His Locker" for my English short story project. That's about it.
Bye for now!
~squirmyorchid~