My Name Isn't Belle

Chapitre Seize: Un Mariage Royale

"I can't believe it! After eight long months!" Adele woke me up with her happy shouts, causing me to cover my face with a pillow.

"Hush child, she's a bride today, it's one of the most important day of a woman's life, you can't wake her up like that."

I sighed at Mrs. Sophie's voice. She easily became a mother-like figure during the whole planning fiasco. I sat up with a yawn, stretching my arms over my head.

"How'd you sleep dear?"

"As well as I could."

She smiled brightly at me before ordering Adele around. "I'll get her started, why don't you get her some food? Some toast would be best, maybe even some grapes." Adele nodded and walked away to go get the food.

She pulled my dress out of the armoir and I couldn't help but admire it. "I still don't know how you managed to hide it from him for so long." I smiled while running my fingers down the fabric.

"I hid it in a box, but moved it over last night." She gave me a mischievous smile with an evil glint in her eyes.

"I'm sure you did." She sat me down in a chair and began brushing my hair. "If I remember correctly, your Mother died when you were young so you only had your Father?"

I nodded my head slightly as she began to pull a comb through my hair. "So did you ever have a talk about the wedding night with anyone? Or do I have to..." Her voice trailed off slightly and she stopped combing for a moment.

"Trust me, my relationship with my Father has never been the same." She smiled and nodded happily and finished brushing. Adele waltzed in soon afterwards, a platter of food in her hands.

"Here you go." She laid it out before me and began to play with my hair. I finished eating after a few minutes, it was then that she began to really start styling my hair.

"Hmmm, that'll do." She studied her work before nodding and turning my chair around to face her. "Now, let's get some make-up on!" She applied rouge to my cheeks and rouge à lèvres to my lips.

Once she was satisfied with her work she stood me up, with the help of Mrs. Sophie they tightened a corset as tight as it would go and stuffed me into the dress. I let out a small sigh when they hooked a pearl necklace on my neck.

"She can still breath deeply, should we fasten the corset tighter?" Adele asked jokingly as she fixed the train on the back of my dress.

"Maybe we should." Mrs. Sophie replied sarcastically, winking at me afterwards.

I chuckled lightly in response to them. "Oh! I almost forgot!" Adele rummaged through the armoir for a moment before pulling out a medium sized box. She opened it and carefully pulled out a tiara.

I shook my head but Mrs. Sophie stopped me. "His majesty specifically requested that you wear it." I sighed and nodded, allowing Adele to put it on my head.

I sucked in a deep breath at the sudden weight on my head, but the minute I looked in the mirror I smiled. I honestly looked like a princess.

"Maman!" Puce's voice came from outside the door, followed by a bark from Fiona.

"Come on in." She called back, a smile on her face.

The door opened and Puce entered with Fiona on his tail. "His Majesty sent me to make sure everything was okay." His toothy grin made me smile even more.

"Yes, everything's fine and dandy in here."

As soon as his gaze settled on me his smile widened. "You look like a real princess! To bad you're gonna be a queen. Most of the stories you tell me have an evil queen."

I chuckled lightly and leaned down to his height. "Well, I'm the evilest queen of all! I tickle young children until they die!" I reached forward and latched my arms around him, forcing him into a hug.

"Okay! Okay! You're not an evil queen! I didn't mean it! I'm sorry!" His giggled apologies made me smirk in triumph, allowing my pride to let him go.

He backed away quickly, but stopped at the doorway. "I'll tell the king that you're doing just fine." He soon ran off, closing the door behind him.

"You're gonna have kids, right? Like a whole bunch!" Adele asked from behind me, shocking me.

"Uh..."

Mrs. Sophie whacked the back of her head, and began to scold her. "You don't ask people that! Especially on their wedding day!" Adele mumbled an apology before checking the time.

"Oh! We need to leave here right now or we'll be late!"

The rest was kind of a blur. I remember being rushed to an awaiting carriage where my father sat, all dressed up. We had a small conversation, that I remember little about, as the carriage rode past adoring citizens.

"Alana, breathe." I nodded my head and before I knew it I was walking down the aisle clutching tightly to my Father's arm.

Lionel was there. That was the only thing keeping me sane was the fact the Lionel stood at the other end with a large smile stretched across his face.

He loved me. He chose to spend his life with me with or without the curse. I was his one and only and he was mine. I could do this, I just needed to breath.

"Dearly beloved, we are gathered here today..." When did my Father even hand me over? I stood in front of Lionel with our hands joined together. I took a few deep breaths and focused on Lionel.

He mouthed 'Breathe' to me and tried not to chuckle at my anxiousness. I glared at him for a moment before listening to the priest once more.

"Do you, Alana Murphy, take this man to be your lawfully wedded husband, to love and to hold, in sickness and in health 'til death do you part?"

"I do."

"Do you, Lionel Moreau, take this woman to be your lawfully wedded wife, to love and to hold, in sickness and in health 'til death do you part?"

"I do."

"By the power vested in me I pronounce you and and wife. You may now kiss the bride."

Lionel didn't waste a second in swooping down and stealing my lips. I couldn't help but smile as he pulled away. The worst part was over, we were married now. Nothing could get in our way.

"Let's go celebrate, shall we?" He picked me up bridal style and carried me out of the church.

Yep, I married him.