The Royal Wedding

I Will Love You, Unconditionally

The morning of the wedding, Agatha wasn't quite sure how to feel. On one hand, she was excited to finally being married to Tedros after all the trials and tribulations they faced. On the other hand, she was nervous for all the responsibility that came from marrying a king. The amount of strings that were attached were enough to make a sweater. A very thick sweater that would swallow her whole.

That's how Agatha felt as she lay in her bed, almost Lady Agatha Pendragon the First, Princess Consort of Camelot, for about a week and a half until she had her coronation. She dreaded that day more, considering she would go from tiaras and gowns to crowns and even fancier gowns. The thought made her feel sick, making her roll over onto her side as she pulled the covers more around her, trying to disappear once more before something awful happened.

She wanted nothing more than to marry the love of her life...

But she wasn't ready for the sweater that she would have to accept.

What about Tedros? Will he not want to have a queen who looks like me? 

Damn. The dark voice had decided to make itself known for the umpteenth time. Pulling a pillow over her face, she groaned. She was beginning to wonder if maybe, just maybe, she could go back to sleep and sleep through the wedding. That way, she would miss all the embarrassment that would surely happen if she were to go to the actual wedding.

"Good morning, Aggie!" Sophie exclaimed, bursting through the door with a wide smile. "Time to get up. We have a lot to do and not a lot of time to do it." Sophie tittered, pulling the covers off of her sister and crossed her arms at Agatha's pout. "Aren't you excited? Today's the day you're going to marry the love of your life!"

"Are you having second thoughts?" Dot questioned, looking around the blonde Never. "If you are, the Coven always has a spot open for single women." She continued with a smile.

"Dot!" Agatha gasped, shocked to hear something so Hester come from the mouth of the sweeter of all the witches. From the looks on Hester and Anadil's faces showed that neither of them were aware the plump girl had it in her to be so blunt with anyone. Agatha flushed, groaning as she fell back into her pillows when the Evers who were in her party stalked into the room, holding dress bags and other bags of things that would be required to get her ready for the day.

"If you need someone to dispose of-" Hester began, looking at her nails with a raised brow.

"No." Agatha interrupted, standing up and ignoring the rapid butterflies in her stomach as she rushed to her vanity, relieved to see her handmaids there. "No one is disposing of Tedros and I'm not having second thoughts on marrying him." She grumbled, sitting down and patting her lap for Reaper to join her. She ignored the sighs that the Coven made, clearly upset that murder wasn't on the schedule.

"No more chatter! There's so much to do and not enough time to do it!" Sophie said, frantically sweeping her arms out at the maids who were helping Agatha prepare. Agatha gave her sister a stern look before sighing, knowing that there was nothing else she could do as Sophie took charge once more.

Her dress was a ballgown, something she was hesitant to wear due to the accentuated top half of her body. The one plus side was the fact it had pockets which was something she requested. Sophie had asked why she could possibly need the pockets, but Agatha was never one to not have something handy if she needed it.

He hair was slightly curled, tumbling down her back in smooth waves and framing her face. The Camelot circlet was place onto her head, followed by the veil and a thin dusting of makeup. Out of the corner of her eye, she could see Hester, Anadil, and Dot dressed in their black bridesmaid dresses get the finishing touches on their hair.