"I do."
Maxon says it with such love, such passion I cannot even comprehend. His brown eyes twinkled. I know he's waited long to say those simple words.
"Do you, America Singer, take Maxon Schreave, to be your husband, to cherish in friendship and love today, tomorrow and for as long as the two of you live, to trust and honor him, to love him faithfully, through the best and the worst, whatever may come, and if you should ever doubt, to remember your love for each other and the reason why you came together this day?"
I think of all the memories we share. The good, the bad. I take a deep breath before I speak.
"I do."
"I now pronounce you Mr. and Mrs. Schreave. You may now kiss the bride."
Maxon looks at me for a second. He gently places his hands on my hips, and bends down to give me a kiss. It wasn't like any other kiss I'd shared with him. It was so much more than that. It was a promise. I was now the Queen of Illea. But more importantly, Maxon's wive. It was declaring our internal love for each other.
When we broke apart, they crowd clapped. I couldn't help but smile. We turn to face our many guests.
"We're married my dear," Maxon whispers into my ear.
I look to him and smile. I didn't want to ruin the moment by scolding him because he called me 'my dear', so I decided to hold my tongue. I look over and mom and May. Mom has tears in her eyes, and May has the biggest grin. I give May a little wave, which she returns.
Maxon takes my hand quite firmly as we walk down the aisle. He occasionally waves at guests with his free hand as we pass buy. All of a sudden, a shower of rose peddles rains down on us. I look up happily, feeling hundreds of emotions in my veins. The smell was absolutely breath taking. It immediately reminds me of mine and Maxon's walks in the garden.
We kept moving down the aisle. The rose pedals still showered over us. "I love you, America!" I hear a fragile voice shout.
I look in the direction the voice had come from. Lucy stands there, her cheeks flushed. She clutches onto Aspen's arm. I wink at her and she smiles.
Maxon and I make it pass the doors I was standing behind moments ago. Maxon bends down and kisses my cheek. "What now?" He asks. I giggle. "My mother, May, and your cousins planned a reception. I think we should probably go to that." Maxon jabs me in the side jokingly, which makes me laugh even harder.
"I don't think I'll be able to spend the rest of my life with you, America." I grin. "We're married now, so your gonna have to deal with me for the rest of your life," I say with a smirk.
"Gimme' the ring back," Maxon says playfully.
By that time, guests were starting to file out.
"I suppose we should head to that reception," Maxon says offering his arm. I lace mine through his, and smile."I suppose so."
We walk down the marble hallway, my long train following my every step. We didn't say anything to each other as we walked.
We didn't have to. We already knew how each other was feeling.
Maxon and I turn into the great hall, and my breath is immediately taken out of my lungs.
Golden curtains are over the windows, round tables are set up with white table cloth's, a long table is set up in front (for mine and Maxon's families), and flowers of gold are all over the room.
"Beautiful, like you, my dear," Maxon says looking at me. I just nod slowly, trying to take this all in. "Do you like it?" a familiar voice says behind me. I turn around and smile big. "May, it's gorgeous." "I'm glad you like it," Mom says behind May.
