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"I do."

"Oh Eadlyn," America gasped. "You look stunning."

"Mom, please," Eadlyn blushed and rolled her eyes. "My hair isn't even done yet."

America placed her hands on her hips and laughed. "But your dress is absolutely beautiful! Honey, Erik isn't going to be able to keep his hands off you."

"Mom!" Eadlyn gasped. If her hair wasn't being curled into a loose pile on the top of her head, she would've turned around in shock.

America shrugged and walked over to her daughter, kissing her on the cheek. "All brides need a bit of teasing before their wedding night. Believe me, I know."

"Ugh, I did not need to hear that," Eadlyn whined, closing her eyes in disgust.

"Anyway, enough of that," the Queen said, placing her hands on her daughter's shoulders. "You're getting married! How do you feel?"

Eadlyn groaned. "I feel like my stomach has a million bees buzzing around in it and they all just...want out."

America smiled. "I know the feeling. On my wedding day, I couldn't stop shaking."

Eadlyn squinted at her mother's reflection through the mirror. "Really? You were nervous marrying dad?"

"Are you serious? I was terrified!"

"What?" Eadlyn stared at her mother in shock. "What were you afraid of? You're perfect!"

The two girls heard someone snort on the other side of the room. Eadlyn could tell just by the sound of voice that it was Miss Lucy.

America rolled her eyes and pretended to fan herself with her hand. "Darling, I was the farthest from perfect. I was so terrified of messing anything up, by tripping or saying the wrong thing. Back then there was a world of opportunity for me to screw up. Ask anyone."

"Huh," Eadlyn whispered, looking down at her silk covered lap. She had always looked at her mother as the most wonderful human being on the entire planet. She was someone who could take the world and fix it with the snap of her fingers. But the more she talked to her about her past, the more she realized how much they had in common.

Finally, Neena finished with Eadlyn's hair. A few stray curls looped around her cheeks in small wisps, and there were small pearls intricately woven into her bun, making the light reflect off of her from all angles. Now all she needed was her crown.

And a groom to go with it.

• • •

Erik wrung his hands nervously as he waited at the pulpit. What if she changed her mind? What if she didn't want him anymore? What if he was too plain to measure up to the standards placed by the citizens of Illéa? There were so many questions rolling around in his mind, that he barely even noticed the King walk up to him.

"You look wonderful, Erik," Maxon smiled, patting him on he back a few times. "Eadlyn's lucky to have found you."

"No, sir," Erik grinned. "I'm lucky to have found her."

Maxon chuckled. "True."

They stood there for a moment, just smiling contentedly at the many people taking their seats. Finally, Erik turned towards his future father in law.

"Thank you," he said, clearing his throat. "I never really got the chance to tell you that. Your daughter...she means the world to me. I love her so much, and I just can't even imagine having to live without her. I'm honored to be taking her as my wife today."

Before he knew it, Erik felt a pair of arms wrap him into a tight hug. "I'm honored to be giving her away. I would always support any choice made by her, but I'm absolutely positive you're the perfect one. She deserves nothing less."

Suddenly the music changed, and the wedding was about to begin. Maxon gave Erik one last hug before rushing out the doors to meet his daughter. When he met with her at the end of the hallway, he had to stop and catch his breath. She was so beautiful. He immediately had a flashback of the day she was born, and all the days leading up to this one. His cheeks felt wet, and until then he hadn't realized he'd been crying.

Maxon thought of all the times he'd spent watching over his precious daughter. She had been the world to him and America, and now she was all grown up. There wouldn't be anymore thunderstorms keeping her awake at night and making her crawl into bed with him. There would be no more nightmares or spinning around the ballroom like a ballerina. Today she was being given away. Today she was leaving him.

"Daddy?" Eadlyn exclaimed, rushing over to her father and embracing him. "What's wrong?"

"I..." He paused to clear his throat. "I'm going to miss you, Eady."

Eadlyn smiled sadly. "I'm not leaving you. I'll still be here, with you. Don't cry."

Maxon sniffed. "I know. It just...it feels like you're leaving."

Eadlyn kissed her father's cheek before wiping away his tears. "I love you. That's never going to change. No matter how old I get, I will always love you. Okay?"

Maxon drew in a shaky breath, then smiled. "Okay."

Eadlyn grinned. "Good. Come on, now. I don't want to be late for my own wedding."

They quickly made their way to the giant doors that would lead them out to the wedding ceremony. Just as they were linking arms, the music changed and it was time to go through.

"Ready?" Eadlyn whispered, glancing over at her father.

"Ready." Maxon agreed.

They walked through the doors, and at first Eadlyn felt the fear creeping back into the pit of her stomach. There were so many people watching. She couldn't mess up, not now. But just as soon as she thought it, her fears fluttered away. Her eyes met Erik's, and the world passed away from her mind. She let herself get lost in his gaze, nothing else in the whole universe measuring up to him. She couldn't wait to get to the pulpit and just marry him already.

She loved him.

He loved her.

And they still had a whole lifetime to spend together.