Starbird (UNDER MAJOR EDITING)

Chapter 23

Odette pov:

My heart skips when I say that. I am going to be married to my Jorgen. He comes over to me, wrapping his arm around my waist.

"That was amazing, Odette." I smile.

"But the wedding is not even planned yet, nothing! Ugh, and a royal wedding is near impossible!" Jorgen senses my concern and hugs me.

"It'll be fine, you'll get it done." I smile, glad someone has confidence in me.

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It's the morn of my wedding day, and I couldn't be happier. Jorgen and I are to be married, after all this time. The dress rehearsal yesterday and today went perfectly, but I am sure that I will trip on my dress today. I hear other's cues, and fret more. Tiara, veil, dress and train.... Hair. Oh, I'm so nervous! I begin pacing, my swan-white gown trailing behind me. The seamstress rushes over and pushes me back onto the stool, putting the finishing touches on the gown. Pinette comes in, carrying a box, inside which a veil is nestled. I pull it out gently, careful of the gauzy tulle. I place the tiara in my hair, making sure it stays in my loose curls. The veil drapes gently over my face, as planned, but it trails just a foot after the edge of my train. I hear the wedding music start, and begin the walk to the chapel. When I get there, it is almost my turn, so I start smoothing my skirt and veil. When I hear my cue, I clutch my bouquet of pale pink lilies, and begin the walk out. Through my veil, I see Jorgen standing at the end of the aisle, grinning like a child. I feel my train and veil come around the corner, finally pulling out of the darkness. The people in the pews stand, and I walk slowly down the aisle, trying not to run to my Jorgen. When I finally reach him, he reaches out and grabs my hand as we stand in front of the priesteman. He begins the vows, and we bow our heads. When he reaches the end, he asks me,

"Do you, Queen Odette Malianna Starbird, take this man to be your lawfully wedded husband?" I answer with a giddy,

"I do." He then asks Jorgen the same question.

"I do." He answers solemnly.

"Bind yourselves to each other, with light and with love." I turn to Jorgen, and see his confusion. Slowly, I let strands of light spin around my wrist and then reach for his. He looks at me with terror. He doesn't know how. His bonds start out shaky, and I help him along. When our strands bind together, cheers rise up, and I grin at Jorgen. THe strands slowly recede, threading around our ring fingers and forming our wedding rings.

"I hereby pronounce you husband and wife. You may kiss the bride." he says, nodding to Jorgen.

Jorgen bends to me, wrapping his arm around my waist. I wrap my arms around his neck as he dips me backwards, our lips meeting. My left leg comes up as he pulls me up, offering his arm. I take it, and he leads me down the aisle.