The Royal Enchantment {ON HOLD}

Chapter Thirteen

Everybody was in tears at the love and the bond the bride and groom shared for one another. Abuela Alma was indeed truly happy for her granddaughter that she had found her true happiness in somebody she loved and wished to spend the rest of her life with. It were Augustin and Bruno who were the most tearful for the younger woman who had her back to them as she watched the priest bless and hand thirteen coins to Javier, who in turn passed it over to Isabela.

"Isabela Madrigal... I present to you a symbol of trust: that what I provide will be for you and your famlilia. Let it be known that I will always support you and value what it means to be a Madrigal." Javier vowed as he gifted Isabela the coins - twelve of the Apostles and the thirteenth of the Lord, Jesus Christ Himself.

Accepting the coins, Isabela put them in a safe place as they continued with the ceremony by performing a tradition using a regular candle. Meanwhile in the crowd, Julieta leaned over and whispered to her husband about the search he took part in for the drunken mess Javier was earlier that day.

Julieta leaned over and whispered into her husband's ear as they kept their gaze set forward at the altar where their daughter stood. "¿Javier estaba bien cuando lo encontraste, cariño (was Javier alright when you found him, love)?"

"Borracho como una mofeta (drunk as a skunk). Fortunately he was uninjured when we found him. Cuddled up right next to a tiger - seemed quite the pair, those two. Prying Javier away from the tiger was difficult but at least he came to his senses after we found him." Augustin replied in a very soft and gentle voice.

"He wasn't injured?"

"No, surprisingly. He was able to make himself decent just before he went to go see Isa. He's a good boy. I know he'll do right by our daughter and the family."

Julieta rested her head on her husband's shoulder and snuggled up against him as they watched the bride and groom prepare to say their vows. To start off, Javier went first, followed by Isabela.

"Isabela... when we first met, I thought I'd died and gone to Heaven. I didn't need to see your beauty to understand my love for you. I don't love you for being the golden child or just being your Abuela's perfect image. I love you for being my dream girl - your voice, your charm, your personality, your laugh... your eyes - and I am so glad to have you. I will be there for you no matter what: no matter the struggle, no matter what grief falls upon us, I will do everything in my power to make things right, to make sure that our child, or children, live perfect lives. Should we ever need guidance, I'll look to your family. The very people who have been there for you."

When he finished sharing his vows, Javier slid the wedding onto her ring finger before she did the same.

"I'm not very good with this sort of stuff, but I'll do my best. Javier Osorio... our lives were intertwined when we crossed paths that day. When I set my eyes on you, I could... I could feel what kind of a person you were - that connect fated us to be together, and I am so grateful to have you, Javi. You were all I wanted and all I could ever have. You are the light to my candle. You are all, my everything, my life force."

As he watched her slide the ring onto his ring finger, Javier's breath hitched as the ceremony came to a close. The bald priest marrying them looked at them with pride and joy as he announced the two to be officially wed in the holy temple of God before they were allowed to seal their marriage with a kiss.

At that, the entire audience in the church broke into applause and tears - in particular, Luisa who cried obscenely yet expressively of the happiness for her older sister. The newlyweds walked down the aisle, waving at everybody they passed on their way to the outdoors where a fiesta awaited at the Madrigal household. The crowd followed them up to the house where the fiesta awoke through dancing inside Isabela's room like at Antonio's gift ceremony.

With the whole town gathered in her room, Isabela found comfort in dancing openly with her partner whom she could feel proud to be around. In the wedding dress she donned, Isabela took another hit of defiance and coated her dress and her arms and hair with an array of colours. Javier smiled brightly at his wife's colour choice and proceeded to steal the spotlight by dancing rhythmically for the next hour before moving on to other festivities.

Every time Javier looked at his new wife, he smiled at the reality he was living in. He finally had everything he could possibly want.