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Notice: Trinity Blood War Continuum takes place one month after the events from the anime's finale episode 24 along with some elements, characters and things that will be used and taken from both manga's Rage against the Moons (RAM), Reborn on the Mars (ROM). In addition to some spoilers from stories untold notes left by Yoshida Sunao which he intended to finish off the manga series supposedly. Basically 50/50 will be used on both the anime and manga to those whom are more familiar with manga then others will see this implants as the story develops. Trinity Blood is set in a post-apocalyptic world where the Roman Catholic Church/the Vatican is portrayed as a military and spiritual power. The series also strongly implies major and controversial changes in the Church of present reality, such as women being bishops, cardinals as well as romantic relationships and marriages between members of the clergy. If this disturbs you of form or shape of or on imagination then do not read this story.

Trinity Blood: War Continuum – Chapter 39 part 2: Royal Wedding, Wedding Plans

Esther was aware of the shouts surrounding them. Congratulations, from voices she recognized as belonging to her friends. She could even hear Ion chiming in. Others were murmuring to each other as word spread through the hall like a wildfire. She was dimly aware of tones of shock in some of those voices, but she didn't care. All she really cared about was Abel's arms around her, the smile on his face, and the feeling of the cool metal band that wrapped around her finger.

Seth's amused voice at her elbow broke the spell. "For someone who doesn't like the spotlight, Abel, you sure can cause a lot of commotion."

"Quite true." William spoke from the other side. Esther turned her head to see him smiling, affection in his eyes. "While I'm aware that there are people shouting it all over the hall...please allow me to be the first to offer my congratulations to the both of you." His smile widened, and he clapped Abel on the shoulder affectionately. "I'm sure you'll take care of her, my friend, so I shan't issue any warnings. However, I do expect a wedding invitation."

"Of course." Abel's voice was quiet, but there was warmth and joy in it. He was smiling broadly, a genuine smile without a hint of pain in his eyes.

"I will expect one as well." Caterina came to stand beside them, smiling in amusement. "However, at the moment, unless you want to be mobbed by courtiers asking questions, I suggest you and Esther make your exit."

Abel flushed. "Ah...Esther?" He met her eyes. "If you want to stay...I don't mind..."

"No." Esther shook her head.

"Come on Four Eyes." Leon caught Abel's shoulder. "You and Red should get out while you can. We'll get you out of here safely, for tonight." He grinned. "Just remember, old man, I'm only doing this tonight because Esther's the second best woman in the world. After this, it'll be your job to take care of her."

Abel flushed, but his voice was firm when he replied. "Of course I'll take care of her. Although...I think you're wrong Leon. Miss Esther happens to be the best woman in the world."

Leon smirked. "That's exactly the right attitude for you to have, Four Eyes."

With their friends as escorts, they managed to make it safely to the doors. Virgil was already there, smiling. He opened the door with a bow. "Rest well, Majesty. Be assured, Colonel Spencer and I will handle things here, and see your guests taken care of." His eyes met Abel's for a long moment. "I shall leave her in your care, my lord." Warmth filled his eyes. "Congratulations, Father Nightroad, Your Majesty."

Esther managed to smile at him. "Thank you." Then Abel and Seth ushered her firmly out the door, and Virgil shut it behind them.

Seth was grinning. "That, my dear brother, was one of the most impressive moves I think I've ever seen you make. I knew you were planning something, the way you've been this week, but still...you did quite well." She studied him. "Where did you leave Cain?"

Abel blushed again. "Ah...Miss Vanessa is watching him for me, until the morning. She's very good with children, you know."

Esther blinked. "Virgil said you asked her for a favor."

Abel's blush deepened. "Yes, well, I asked if she could take Cain for the evening. She said yes...just that..." His face was almost crimson.

Seth smirked. "I heard that she'd asked for a favor in return."

Abel ducked his head in embarrassment. "Ah...she asked me to make sure there was a camera set up in the ballroom. She said if she was going to watch Cain for me, she wanted to see the proposal, to see if it was worth it."

Seth laughed. "Well Abel, I should say she got quite the performance. If I were her, I'd have no objections at all. Although..." She rocked back onto her heels, grinning madly. "I got a front row seat."

Abel's expression turned rueful. "Honestly...it wasn't my intention..."

Seth shook her head. "I know. And I'm sure Esther does too." She patted her older brother's arm, then grinned. "I'm going back to the party. The rest of us will provide some distraction, Abel, so you and Esther make the most of it." She leaned up and kissed her brother's cheek, her smile slightly sad. "You've earned the right to be happy, dear Abel. Enjoy it."

Abel nodded, then pulled his sister into a quick embrace. "I'll do my best." He bent and brushed a light kiss across Seth's forehead. "Thank you."

Seth's grin brightened, then she ducked out of Abel's arms and smirked at Esther. "Well then, I'll leave Abel to you, Esther. She turned and ducked back into the ballroom before either of them could respond.

Abel sighed. "Honestly. I'm not a child anymore..." He smiled, then turned to Esther. "Miss Esther...is there somewhere you'd like to go?"

Esther smiled and caught his hand in hers. "Yes actually. I think I'd really like to go out into the gardens, if you don't mind."

Abel smiled. "Of course not."

The night was fairly quiet as they made their way outside. Esther could hear the noise coming from the ballroom, and the music, but she was quite content to miss it, to stand beside Abel on the darkened path outside, breathing in the cool night air. A breeze brushed across her shoulders, and she shivered. Abel laughed quietly, and seconds later, the long black coat wrapped around her shoulders. "There. We can't have you catching cold, now can we?"

Esther smiled. "Thank you." She felt slightly ridiculous, with the long black coat trailing the ground, swallowing her in its folds. Still, it was warm, and she was far too happy to care about a little thing like that. Instead, she snaked one arm out to link with his, and the two of them wandered into the gardens.

They walked aimlessly for a few minutes, then Abel stopped and gestured to the entrance to the rose garden. "Shall we?" Esther nodded, and followed him into the open area just beyond the gate.

It was too early in the year for the roses to be blooming, but even so, she could understand why he'd chosen to come here. Each step brought memories surging out of the darkness. The small clearing where they'd fought. The open garden where they'd talked, after Abel had revealed his past to her. Esther stopped, looking at the place where, over a year ago, he'd knelt to her, promised to love her and come home to her. The place they'd shared their first kiss. "Abel...do you remember this place?"

"Of course." Abel bent to run his fingers lightly through the stones. "I couldn't possibly forget this." He turned his head to gaze at her, and she saw him smiling in the moonlight. "I was honestly terrified when you came to speak to me that night. But...after you said you accepted me, and forgave me..." He took a deep breath and rose to his feet, his head tilted back to look at the double moon in the sky. They were still for a moment, and then he reached out, pulled her close to him, enfolding her in his embrace. "That night was the first time I felt hope. Before that night, I...I didn't think...that I could live with what I'd done, or what I...what I am. When you accepted me..."

"Shh." She put a gentle hand on his lips. "I know." She turned her fingers, to caress his face. "I'm really happy though, that you trusted me enough to tell me."

Abel laughed softly, the tension melting from his body. "Well, really, it was the Professor's idea. He told me to tell you the truth." He laughed again. "I'm really very glad I listened to him."

Esther smiled and leaned into him, listening to the strong beat of his heart. "So am I."

Abel held her for a moment, then sighed. "Do you want to go back to the celebration? It is partially in your honor, you know."

Esther shook her head. She felt far too relaxed and happy. Besides, she knew she'd never be able to pay attention to the music, the dancing, or the people around her. Not like this. All she really wanted to do was stay with Abel. She looked up at him. "Actually, I think I'd prefer to go to bed. Although...if you need to go get Cain..."

Abel shook his head, another of those nearly soundless laughs shivering through his frame. "No, Miss Vanessa offered to watch him for the entire night. She has duties later in the morning, but until then..." His voice was slightly sheepish.

Esther smiled, knowing the younger Walsh sibling had probably teased him. Vanessa was usually serious, but she had a sense of mischief as strong as Seth's, when she wanted to express it. "In that case, will you stay with me tonight?"

Abel smiled. "Of course I will." He tugged her close for a quick embrace, then turned to lead her back inside.

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Esther woke the next morning to the feeling of warmth wrapped around her. She smiled, feeling Abel's hands wrapped around her stomach, his chest warm against her back. He'd been curled up loosely behind her when they'd finally fallen asleep, but he'd shifted during the night, and she could feel one leg pinning hers.

Esther stretched carefully. Behind her, she heard Abel's breathing change as the slight shift woke him. She relaxed. "Good morning."

"Good morning." Abel untangled himself from her, then levered himself up on one elbow. Esther rolled to face him. Abel smiled. "Did you sleep well, Esther?"

"Of course I did." Esther reached up to brush the tangled silver hair back from his face. "I always sleep well when I'm with you." She leaned up and kissed him lightly on the mouth. "And you?"

"Very well, thank you." Abel's free hand stroked back her hair. Then he sighed, looking over her head at the clock. "You know, I'm quite tempted to simply keep you here, and stay in bed all day, but I suppose we really ought to join the others for breakfast."

Esther nodded. "We should. And I do have Court later this morning. And you need to get Cain from Lady Walsh."

"Quite true." Abel sighed again, then placed a quick kiss on her forehead. "I'll go run your bath." Then he drew away and slipped out of bed, grabbing his discarded shirt as he went.

Esther watched him go, then got out of bed herself, reaching for the night-robe hung nearby. She snuggled into it, then padded over to her closet to find her outfit for the morning. Normally, her maids or Virgil would have already laid it out, but she suspected they'd all agreed to keep well clear, to give her and Abel privacy.

She found a gown she liked, suitable for Court, and reached out to pull it from the rack. As she did so, the light glinted off the ring on her finger. Abel's ring. Esther smiled and took the dress down, feeling happiness wash over her at the knowledge that Abel was now her fiancé.

They took a leisurely bath together. Esther had never bathed with Abel, and she found the experience enjoyable. It was nice, having someone to scrub her back, especially as gentle as Abel was. And it was nice to return the favor, to enjoy the feel of his smooth skin, the contours of his back and shoulders. She enjoyed it, and the way Abel arched his back like a contented cat under her touch.

Finally, they were both presentable. Esther helped Abel make a last adjustment to the way his crucifix hung, then linked arms with him and led him to the breakfast table.

The others were already there, and clearly anticipating their arrival. At their entrance, Leon let out a wolf whistle of appreciation, followed by scattered clapping. Esther felt her face heating up, and Abel was practically crimson, though it didn't stop a foolish grin from spreading over his face.

The Professor smiled and saluted them with the teacup still in his hand. "Congratulations to the pair of you."

"Thank you." Abel rubbed the back of his head.

Caterina smiled smugly. "I trust you will invite us to the wedding?"

Abel blinked. "Of course I'll invite you."

Seth grinned across the roll she was buttering. "So tell me, my dear brother, have you actually thought of any of the details?"

Abel blushed again. "Well yes, a few of them. But I was planning to discuss them with Esther first. So I'm afraid you'll have to wait until at least tomorrow." He sat down next to Esther and began filling both their plates.

Astha released a sharp bark of laughter. "I take it you had very little discussion last night, tovarish." She smirked at him over the rim of her cup as Abel spluttered and choked on his tea.

"Astha!" Abel turned crimson once more, then swallowed hastily.

She laughed. "You can't expect me not to tease you, priest."

Abel made a wry face. "I suppose..."

Esther laid a hand on his arm. "It's all right. I'm sure everyone means well."

Abel relaxed, his expression turning sheepish. "Oh, I know. It's just...well, this is all very new to me. I suppose I'll get over it." He sighed, and turned his attention to his food.

The rest of breakfast was quiet, save for the occasional remark. They were all eating at a leisurely pace, hardly surprising given the late night they'd had the prior evening.

Abel was the first to finish. He swallowed the last of his second cup of tea, then rose from his seat. "Lord Walsh, am I correct that your sister is in the Underground this morning?"

Virgil nodded. "She is. She asked me to inform you that she will meet you in the children's facility on the entry level, with your son."

Abel blinked. Of all of them, he and Seth were the only ones still having trouble adjusting to the thought of Cain as his child, rather than his brother. Then he nodded. "Thank you." He turned to Esther. "I'll see you in your office, after Court?"

"Of course." Esther nodded, then leaned forward to exchange a quick kiss with him. "I'll look forward to seeing you this afternoon." Abel smiled, brushed her hair back in a tender gesture, then left the room.

There was silence for a few moments, then Virgil spoke. "Majesty...before we meet the Council, there are things that must be considered."

Esther swallowed. She had a feeling she knew what he meant, and why he'd waited until now to speak. "About last night?"

"Indeed." Mary shifted in her seat. "Last night caused quite the uproar among the nobles. From what we were able to gather, opinions seem to be mixed, but they'll want an explanation. And, I regret to say, there will be some opposition to this."

Esther blinked. "Opposition?"

Virgil nodded. "You are the last of your family. Many nobles hoped they could persuade you to marry into their house. Such an alliance would strengthen the fortunate family immensely, as well as ensuring an Albion noble, and Albion bloodline, on the throne."

Mary nodded. "There are also several factions who hoped to be able to persuade you to make a diplomatic marriage. Hispania has several younger sons who would be ideal, such as Cardinal Borgias, who is also a younger son of the royal house. Also, Ludwig II of Germanicus in unmarried. While he is your cousin, the degrees of kinship are far enough apart that it would be allowed." Her lips twisted in a wry grin. "There was even talk that you might win the heart of His Holiness, and wed the Pope."

Esther flushed. "His Holiness and I are just friends."

Mary sighed. "Understood. But there are a number of nobles who disagree with the idea that their Queen is marrying a relatively unknown priest, and not even of known Albion descent. To be honest, they'd be more welcoming of the Professor at this point."

Virgil nodded. "The same issue faced the late Crown Prince." His expression was somber.

Esther swallowed, feeling overwhelmed. Professor Wordsworth caught her eye and smiled gently. "You don't have to worry. I assure you, I'm quite content with my current position. I won't deny that you are a lovely young lady, but I'm afraid my feelings are strictly friendly, unless you count a slight paternal bent."

Esther managed a tremulous smile. "Thank you." She looked back at her advisers. "The nobles...can they really oppose this match? To the point of preventing it?"

Mary shrugged. "Father Nightroad is a war hero. They would have to face the possibility of repercussions from the public. But they may try to force you into stepping down, or declaring your children barred from the throne."

Seth huffed. "Honestly. I think you're all forgetting one rather important fact." All eyes turned to her, and she smiled. "Abel may be a relatively unknown priest, but that isn't all he is." She stood on her chair, stretching idly. "I do realize it's a bit new, and we really didn't broadcast it much, but as of three weeks ago, Abel is my Crown Prince, and heir to the Empire. Between his new rank and the fact that it would irrevocably cement the Alliance for a long time, I should think that would quiet much of the protests."

Mary blinked thoughtfully. "Certainly it would silence those who think his rank unworthy of the queen."

Caterina folded her hands together. "Most likely. And, as Lord Walsh can verify, Abel is in fact from Albion."

Virgil started, then looked thoughtful, then slightly abashed and hopeful at the same time. "Of course. The Underground records. The Underground Facility is still part of Albion. I would have to modify them slightly, with Father Nightroad's help, but...Lady Caterina is correct."

Esther felt herself go limp with relief. She felt a little silly, not having thought of those facts before, but for one moment she'd been afraid she would lose Abel, or her people.

Seth made a cheerful noise of frustration. "Honestly, the hardest part is likely to be convincing Abel to let you release the news. After all, he really does hate the spotlight."

"I'm not so sure about that." The Professor was smiling. "I suspect, for Esther, Abel will do anything he has to. Even if it means wandering into the spotlight a little."

Seth grinned. "You're probably right. Abel is like that." She bounced out of her chair. "Well, if we're going to tell Esther's Council who my brother really is, I'd best go tell Abel. After all, he really won't like it if he gets surprised by the whole thing later." She gave Esther a crooked half-smile. "It'll probably take me a while to get Abel to agree, and then we'll have to change the records. So don't be put out if he's late this evening, okay? It probably won't be Abel's fault."

Esther nodded. "I understand." Seth eyed her for a moment, then flashed the table a quick salute and skipped out the door.

The rest of them finished their meal in silence. Caterina excused herself, to handle business for the Vatican. Astha and Ion excused themselves to rest. Esther finished the last of her breakfast tea, then rose and made her way to the Council chambers with Virgil and Mary.

There was tension in the air, and several nobles looked stern and grave. However, none of them addressed her. Instead, after opening, they moved on to other business. Reports on the celebrations. Who had donated what, who wished to donate further. Those that needed to be compensated, or were speaking as representatives of Londinium merchants. Economic reports, and reports on the general atmosphere of the city. Esther was pleased to hear that her people, at least, had been thrilled by Abel's proposal. From the reports that were given, Abel was remarkably popular with the people.

The end of that report marked a tense silence. Then one of the senior Council members rose. "Your Majesty, regarding Father Nightroad's proposal...surely you are aware...to marry him would be...against Albion's best interests."

"I disagree." Mary spoke calmly. "Aside from mutual affection, Father Nightroad would make an excellent match politically."

Another of the nobles snorted. "A nameless priest? Even if he is in the pope's favor..."

"Father Abel Nightroad is indeed a simple priest. However..." Virgil rose and went to a computer. A few minutes later, a display appeared. Virgil gestured to the screen. "As of three weeks ago, the Empress of the New Methuselah Empire announced the return of her only living relative and, currently, her heir. Crown Prince Aloysha Kasimir." He tapped a button, and the image appeared in the 3-D display in the center of the table. Gasps echoed around the room.

There was shocked silence for a few moments. Then one of the older Council members rose from his seat. "Perhaps his rank is suitable, but a marriage alliance with such a powerful country is no better. Such a tie...how could we prevent the Empire from annexing our country?"

Virgil shook his head. "We already have a verbal agreement from the Empress and the Crown Prince that Albion will not be claimed by the Empire." A small, warm smile touched his face. "It appears that Father Nightroad has far too much respect for Her Majesty, and for his home country."

"Home country?"

Virgil nodded. "My lords, you may recall two years ago, we addressed the problem of limiting access to the Underground. At the time, we confirmed that Father Abel Nightroad possessed unlimited access, as a son of one of the families that founded the facility." He faced the Council.

"That's impossible. He cannot be Albion nobility and an Imperial prince."

Virgil shook his head. "The original families of the Underground were spread among many different locations. We have evidence, corroborated by Father Nightroad and the Empress, that suggests the siblings were separated at birth."

One of the younger nobles rose from his seat. "If you have evidence, then I demand to see it."

Virgil inclined his head. "Father Nightroad and my sister are even now compiling the documentation. I will have it in hand for presentation at tomorrow's Council. I trust that will be sufficient."

There were nods all around the table. After a moment, talk turned to the next order of business.

Abel didn't join her afterward in her office. Esther worked through her paperwork, keeping herself busy. She missed Abel's quiet presence, but she understood. Seth had warned her, after all. And even with all she'd done before, there was plenty of work to keep her occupied.

Abel and Seth both joined the rest of them at dinner. Seth looked rather triumphant. Abel looked tired, and somewhat stressed, but he managed a smile and a brief caress as he took his place beside her. Esther smiled and took his hand in hers. "Did you manage to get everything straightened out?"

Abel sighed. "Yes. We did. Although, honestly...I'd really rather elope. This whole thing seems far too complicated."

Leon snorted. "It's not that bad." he gave Abel a sharp grin. "Besides, every girl wants a beautiful wedding. And if I can manage one, then even a four-eyed klutz like you can do it. And you wouldn't want to cheat Red out of her special day, now would you?"

Abel blushed. "Well no, of course not. But really...all this fuss..."

"I'm sure you'll survive a little bit of fuss, Abel." Caterina was smiling over the rim of her teacup. She took a sip, then set the cup down. "I realize you haven't had much time to arrange matters, but I trust you will keep us informed?"

Abel flushed again. "Well...of course." He and Esther exchanged glances. "Actually, I was hoping to have a chance to talk to Esther this evening."

Seth grinned. "I'll watch Cain for you, if you'd rather not be disturbed."

Abel blushed slightly. "Well, that's very generous of you."

Seth shook her head. "Not really. After all, he's my family too. And I really haven't gotten to spend much time with him. Not as much as you have." She took a bite out of her food. "I'll come by and get him after dinner."

Abel nodded, then reached across to grab a plate of sliced meats. The rest of the table followed suit. Caterina led the table in a short grace, and the rest of the meal passed in a quiet, pleasant evening.

Afterward, Abel joined Esther in her quarters. He still looked tired, but he was smiling as he helped her out of her dress and into her nightgown. "You know, I hadn't really asked what you do want for your wedding."

Esther nodded. She'd been thinking about it off and on all evening. "Well, I'd like to have all our friends there. And...I'm not really fond of the idea of a big celebration, but...even so, I think...I really don't think eloping is the answer. Besides...we do have the people to think about. And I really think it would help, for them to be able to see who I'm marrying. Albion really hasn't had much to celebrate, these past few years. I think it would be good to give them something like this."

Abel sighed. "Well, I suppose you're right. I'm not really all that fond of the spotlight, but..." He smiled and brushed the hair back from her face. "I really don't mind."

Esther searched his face. "Are you sure?"

"Quite sure." Abel smiled, then bent for a kiss. "Now then...about that discussion..." Esther smiled as he swept her up into his arms.

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Esther stifled a yawn as she and Abel made their way to the breakfast table. She and Abel had stayed up late, talking over their various wedding plans, and woken late. Beside her, Abel looked only slightly more awake.

The rest of their friends and compatriots were already waiting for them. Astha's eyebrow rose as she took in Abel's rumpled condition. Beside her, Seth was grinning wickedly.

Esther gratefully accepted a cup of tea from Virgil and swallowed quickly, ignoring the heat in favor of the surge of wakefulness it brought her. She grinned as she watched William shove a similar cup into Abel's hands, smirking as the taller man downed the tea in a single gulp. "Coming in like that...I do hope your discussion was productive enough to warrant it."

Abel blinked the sleep out of his eyes. "Yes, well...Esther and I did sort some things out." He started to look around.

William stifled a snort of amusement and poured another cup. "Here. I've already added the sugar."

"Thank you." Abel took the cup and drank, a look of relief on his face. Leon made a rude, if somewhat muffled noise, then stood and heaped a number of foods onto a plate. He shoved it across the table. Abel caught it, just avoided dropping it, and settled into a chair with a sigh. Esther followed suit, smiling a quick thanks as Virgil set a plate in front of her.

The rest of the table let them eat in silence. Finally, Abel pushed away his third plate. Seth watched him, then huffed. "Honestly, are you going to tell us or not?"

Abel smiled. "Well, we've only a few rough ideas. But...we did decide on who we'd like to stand with us."

Esther swallowed, feeling suddenly nervous. They'd discussed this for a good part of last night, and she hoped they'd be able to avoid hurting anyone's feelings, but she wasn't sure.

William leaned back in his chair. "So then...who have you decided on? I assume you've at least chosen a Best Man?"

Abel's fingers twitched on his teacup as he cleared his throat. "Actually, I was rather hoping you'd fill that role."

William blinked. "You're certain about that?"

Abel nodded. "How could I not be?" He smiled gently. "You've been my friend for a very long time, after all. Besides, you were the one who encouraged me to tell Esther the truth. Otherwise, I might never have found the courage to confess to her."

William blinked again, his eyes suspiciously misty. "Well, if that's the way you feel...I would be honored to stand with you."

"Thank you." Abel smiled again. "Ah...Esther and I agreed, we're thinking of having four attendants each. So..."

Leon grinned. "So, who are the lucky other three for you?" He smirked. "I have to say, if you're asking me, I'm not sure I do so hot in a tux."

Abel shook his head. "Actually, I was going to ask if you and Tres would be ushers. You both have a very distinctive presence. If you think you can be polite to the nobles."

Leon frowned, considering. "Yeah. I think I could do that for you. Although...if I'm not gonna be your groomsman, I was kinda hoping to walk Red here up the aisle." He gave Esther a wink.

Esther flushed. "Well, thank you, but...actually, I already know who I'd like to give me away."

Mary studied her appraisingly. "That is usually the role of the bride's father. However..."

Esther nodded. "I thought about it a lot. Actually, I'd like the person who gives me away to be the same person who escorted me to the palace as queen for the first time." She looked up at the slender man standing silently to one side. "Lord Walsh, I'd very much appreciate it if you'd be my escort."

Virgil's eyes widened sharply, astonishment clear on his face. "Majesty..."

"You were the first one to recognize me as Queen. You were the one who told me who my family was, and convinced me to take the throne. And ever since I came to Albion, you've been by my side to help and advise me. I think it's only right that you lead me to the altar one more time."

Virgil stood speechless for a few moments. Then he stepped forward and took one of her hands, bowing gracefully over it. "If that is what you wish, my queen...then I shall be honored to do so." He kissed the back of her hand in gentle gesture. "Truly, I can think of no higher compliment I have ever been paid. And, if it is not too forward of me, I should be most pleased to fulfill your grandmother's request to watch over you in this manner." He raised his head. "She would be very proud of you, and very happy for you."

Esther swallowed, feeling tears stinging her eyes. "Thank you." She couldn't manage more than a whisper. Virgil bowed his head and stepped back.

Seth broke the moment before she could start crying. "You never did tell us who else you were going to have as your attendants, Abel."

Abel blushed. "Yes, well...actually..." He took a deep breath. "Father Havel, Father Hugue de Watteau, if he can make it, and..." He took another breath. "Brother Petros."

Petros stiffened. "You are asking me?"

Abel held his gaze. "I am."

Petros stared at him. "Why?"

"Because you stood with me, when I most needed your help." Abel didn't break his gaze away. "Because...three years ago, you listened when I needed you to. Two and a half years ago, you carried my body from where I fell, and prayed for me. Two years ago, you protected me, spared me, even when it risked your career, and your honor. You spoke for me and fought beside me." Abel finally did look away. "For all the disagreements we have had, you have been a good friend to me. For that, I would be honored to have your presence by my side."

Petros flushed, scowling. Then he looked away as well, tucking one lock of blue hair behind his ear in a nervous. embarrassed gesture. "In that case...I will stand with you."

Abel nodded. "Thank you." he turned his gaze to where Ion sat a few feet away. "Ah...Ion...I was wondering if I could ask a favor of you."

Ion blinked. "Of course."

Abel blushed. "Well...it's just...I'm very clumsy when I'm nervous. So...I was wondering...if you wouldn't mind too terribly, I'd like to ask you to carry the ring for me. The wedding ring for Esther, I mean. Otherwise, I'm quite likely to lose it, and I'd really rather not run the risk."

Ion's eyes widened. Then he rose from his seat and bowed. "I'd...I would be...most honored to serve you."

Abel flushed. "Oh, come now. There's no need to be quite that formal."

Seth spoke up. "And what of me, Abel?" Her tone was teasing, but Esther could see the shadows of pain in her eyes.

Abel apparently did too. He rose from his seat, moving around the table to embrace his sister. "Well, I'm fairly certain we'll have to have a priest, but...I was under the impression that a noble's marriage has to be blessed by the Empress. And as I am a Prince of the Methuselah...well, I was rather hoping to have you officiate as well."

Seth laughed, the sound muffled in the folds of his cassock. "You do realize, that's going to create quite a fuss, Abel."

"Not necessarily." Caterina was watching her the two of them. "I assume that you haven't chosen a priest to officiate yet?"

Abel shook his head. "I don't really know anyone in Albion. I simply haven't had time to look."

Caterina smiled. "It's traditional for the Archbishop to officiate. However, if you've no objections, then I suggest you ask His Holiness."

Abel blinked. "Ah...I'm sorry..."

Esther felt herself flushing. "Really...I wouldn't want to put him to so much trouble."

Caterina shook her head. "I doubt he'd find it much trouble. After all, you are both good friends to him. I know he speaks highly of both of you, and I suspect he'd feel as honored to be asked as you would to have him accept. In fact, I suspect he'd feel slightly unhappy if you didn't ask him."

Abel shifted uncomfortably. "Well, if you think so..."

Caterina nodded. "There's also the fact that His Holiness is known to be a friend to Methuselah, particularly your sister. He's the least likely member of the clergy not already involved to cause a fuss over having to accommodate Methuselah traditions." She raised an eyebrow at her former subordinate.

Abel flushed. "In that case..." He looked over to Esther, and she nodded. "In that case...I'd be honored if you'd ask His Holiness to preside."

"I'll call him this morning." Caterina settled back into her chair.

Mary set her teacup down. "Speaking of which...you haven't told us who your attendants will be Majesty, aside from Lord Walsh."

Esther swallowed. She'd hoped that letting Abel go first would ease her nerves, but she still felt strangely shy. "Well, I was hoping...I was hoping that, as my sister, and my adviser, you'd consent to be my Maid of Honor."

Mary stared at her a moment, then smiled warmly. "Of course. I'd be happy to."

Esther exhaled in relief. "Thank you." She took a deep breath to steady her nerves. "For the other three...I'd like to ask Sister Kate, Lady Vanessa, and..." She paused. "And...Lady Caterina, I'd like to ask you, if you don't mind."

Caterina's smile mirrored Mary's. "Not at all. I'd be honored to serve. Though, if you like, I can attend in my position as Duchess of Milan, rather than a Cardinal."

Esther nodded. "If you think that would be easier."

"Indeed. I'll inform His Holiness."

Esther turned her gaze to the slender blond Methuselah lounging on the other side of the table. "Miss Astha...I was wondering...since the Earl of Memphis will be carrying the ring for Abel, would you be willing to carry the ring for me?"

Astha smiled, then rose to offer her a formal bow. "It would be my honor."

Esther relaxed. "Thank you."

Leon grinned. "You know, you still need a flower girl."

Esther blinked. She and Abel hadn't discussed that particular role. Flower girls were traditionally younger girls, and she simply didn't know anyone the appropriate age.

Abel was frowning thoughtfully, then his expression brightened. "As it happens, I do have an idea." He turned to face her. "You may recall Miss Wendy, from the Underground."

Her mind flashed to the young, blond teen who greeted him so affectionately at Christmas. "I do."

"Do you think you might be willing to ask her?" Abel was still considering. "She and her friends...well, we've shared a few things. And I'm rather fond of her. Besides, I think she'd enjoy something like this."

Esther nodded. "That seems like a fine idea."

Virgil stepped forward. "If I may offer another recommendation...you recall Angelica?"

Esther smiled. "Of course. She was the one who was friends with His Holiness, right?"

"Yes. If you are willing, I will ask her if she would like to participate as well."

Esther nodded. "Of course."

Mary opened her mouth to ask another question, but a knock on the door of the dining room distracted them. Virgil answered, to be met with a young guard, two of his fellows behind him, securing another man in rumpled street clothes that almost passed for casual wear among the Palace servants. "What is it?"

The soldier saluted. "My Lord, we found this gentleman looking through windows in the gardens. Not the public gardens, the private ones near the Queen's Wing. We apprehended him, but he says he has a right to be here. Something about special permissions given by a 'Professor'."

William sat up straighter. Before he could speak, however, the man straightened, settling his clothes in jerky movements. "That's right. Just ask him. Professor William Wordsworth. He enlisted my assistance two years ago, in the matter of the Queen's identity."

Esther grimaced. She knew that voice. The brown hair, brown eyes and half-shaven look; they were all familiar. "Mr. Clement."

The Professor's smile took on a bit of an edge. "Indeed. Mr. Clement, Reporter for the Piccadilly Gazette."

Clement's eyes widened. "Professor! You gotta tell them..." His voice trailed off as he noticed the rest of the group. "Ah..."

"Mr. Clement...I do believe I ordered you to cease your persecution and harassment of Her Majesty, and those around her." The Professor fixed him with a steely stare.

"I'm not out to persecute anyone!" Clement's eyes widened again, his expression almost comical.

"Then why are you here, and why were you sneaking around the Queen's wing?" Mary's eyes were cold as ice.

Clement snorted. "Are you kidding? The rumors are flying! Everyone's talking about the guy who proposed to the Queen at the celebration ball." Esther felt her face heating, and Abel had paled, an odd, almost sick, look on his face.

Clement kept speaking, his hand holding a pad of paper and a pen as he gestured wildly. "I've heard a half-dozen stories on the streets. That the guy is a minor Albion noble. That he's a foreigner. Some people are saying he's a Vatican priest with special dispensation, or even direct orders, from the Pope. Or a buddy of hers from Istvan. Man, it's a regular rumor mill out there. The biggest I've seen since the White Rebellion." Esther felt herself stiffen. Clement caught the movement and winced. "Sorry, no offense meant...the White Incident, I meant." He scrubbed a hand through his hair. "And every paper in Albion wants the truth. Including mine."

"I do not recall granting an interview, nor receiving orders from Her Majesty to permit one." Virgil's tone was soft, but cool.

Clement snorted. "Security's still tight. Besides...no one wants to wait on an interview. Story like this, no one wants to hear the scripted answers. No offense." He offered a challenging smile.

"Even so, that does not excuse sneaking onto the grounds. And how did you get past the gate guards?" Mary's tone was severe.

"I bluffed." Clement's grin was edgy, but cocky at the same time. "Told them I was an associate of the Professor and wanted a chat. Didn't even lie, really." he grimaced. "Honestly, ever since he drafted me for that one story when your identity came out, Majesty, my editor thinks I have an 'in' with the Royal Compound. He's been riding me hard about getting a special scoop. It was different when we were at war, but now...my boss really wants this one. And I sure as hell know I do." He smirked again.

Virgil's eyes cut to her, and Esther managed to shake her head, just a touch. She knew they'd have to announce some details, and likely the wedding ceremony would be a public one. Still...she didn't want to have her relationship with Abel revealed like this. Not to a man like Clement. He had been helpful in establishing her identity, but William had blackmailed him into it And she hadn't forgotten his attempts to dig up scandals on her in Istvan.

Virgil saw her reluctance. He turned back. "Escort this man to the gate, and pass word that he is not to be permitted inside again." Mary nodded, reinforcing the order.

Clement's eyes widened. "Hey, c'mon. I mean...come on Professor! I did what you asked. And I kept my word! I haven't so much as written a word against or about Her Majesty since then. Come on! Just this one story..." His expression turned frantic as the guards took hold of his shoulders. "Come on! You can't stop the news from spreading! People are going to start printing stories, no matter what you do!" He smiled a feral grin. "I might be breaking in and snooping, but at least I'm after the truth. Do you really think all the papers are gonna care about it, especially if you try to keep this quiet?"

Esther felt a sick sensation building in her stomach. She didn't like Clement, but he had a point. There were rumors. There would be more. No matter that Abel wanted to avoid the spotlight, he'd be under heavy scrutiny as her fiancé, more as her husband. There would be stories printed, true or not.

Marry scowled. "Take this man out."

"Actually..." William held up a hand. "If I might make a suggestion?"

"Yes?" Esther swallowed.

The Professor's eyes were thoughtful. "I'm afraid Mr. Clement does have a point about the information. There are rumors on the streets, and sooner or later, the papers will start publishing stories, accurate or not."

Caterina sighed. "An unfortunate fact of life, particularly for those with a reputation or title to maintain."

"True, true. But...I'm guessing that all of us would prefer to keep some rumors off the streets. Just as I'm sure we'd like to...obscure...some things as well." The Professor lit his pipe with an absent-minded gesture.

Abel looked grave; the rest of them looked serious, even Seth. Esther found herself nodding.

The Professor puffed a few smoke rings out of his pipe. "The best way to control information is to control the source. If we make it apparent that we are providing information through a single source..."

"An exclusive...it is not the usual policy in the Palace." Mary's voice was thoughtful. "However, in this case..."

"It could be helpful. If Her Majesty agrees. And her fiancé." Caterina looked to both of them.

Esther thought about it. She didn't like Clement. Still...she didn't like the idea of facing a crowd, or a sea of reporters, for an interview. It was easier to talk to one person. And it was true, she hadn't heard from Clement since her coronation. Besides...her gaze slipped to Abel. He hadn't moved, but he was still pale and tense.

One reporter would be far easier for him to deal with. And Abel was more than capable of telling Clement to mind his own business and take himself elsewhere if the man became too prying in his questions.

She turned back to the Professor and nodded.

William smiled. "Excellent. In that case..." He blew another puff of smoke, and his smile took on an almost predatory edge. "I trust you recall the rules of our previous arrangement, Mr. Clement. All the conditions?"

Clement blanched, and that sight was enough to make Esther relax. Obviously, William had a firm control on the matter. Then Clement nodded vigorously. "I remember the rules Professor. Only what I'm told, how I'm told. Straight up reporting, facts as facts. No embellishments. I'll tell my boss that too." He swallowed.

The Professor smirked. "Excellent. In that case...I believe you may turn out to be highly useful after all, Mr. Clement..."

AN's smcandy: If any of you recall from the manga the Ishtaven/ Albion reporter (Clement from the Piccadilly Gazette) made his appearance in manga from chapters 35 and 47. I thought with all that is going on currant and since he was on Esther's tail more than once and has been making some cameo appearances since then he would be one and only of few reporters being able to get an official inside scoop on the upcoming royal wedding and the mysterious fiancé that the queen s marrying. They'll be more of him in the next chapter but I hope everyone is happy for now on this newest update. Take care until the next time we are still a little far off from the finale but we are getting there bit by tiny bit. Soon the wedding going to takes place..