Sophia's parents loved Ben. Between Sophia being back and knowing that she had found her called partner they were ecstatic. The wedding was to be held in four days time, but before that could happen we needed to plan it. Later that day Sophia, Ken, and I all set out to plan a perfect fairytale wedding. The castle chef wasn't happy about the short notice, but he said he would do it. The seamstress was overjoyed, she took out a panel of dresses that she had designed when she heard that Sophia was missing. I thought it was a strange thing to do, but I was glad that she was prepared. Sophia picked a knee length dress, with a sweetheart neckline and a tartan plaid underskirt and lots of layers of white tulle on top. After the seamstress took Sophia's measurements we were on our way to decide how we were going to decorate for the wedding. By the end of the day, we were all exhausted. We spent the next two days continuing to plan, decorate, and send out invitations.
The day of the wedding soon arrived and with it the normal jitters. Well, I had jitters, Sophia was as calm and cool as a cucumber. She looked amazing. Her hair was done up in a fancy braided bun "thing" that Fee did. The wedding was perfect, I'd never seen Sophia as happy as she was with Ben. When the official ceremony had ended, Mario came up to the front carrying wooden box. The box held a pin bearing the Rosetti crest. He then proceeded to pin it on Ben's lapel. The pinning of the tartan was a very special Scottish tradition, it signified the joining or accepting of the clans. Ben then wrapped Mario in a huge hug, tears streaming down his face. We then made our way to the great hall for the reception. I looked around taking everything in and admiring my handiwork. It really did look like a fairy tale come to life. There were giant tulle curtains covered in gems and sparkles hanging from the ceiling. The tables were lit by candlelight and a coat of glitter seemed to coat everything. I went to go talk to Duncan who was standing alone against the wall holding a glass of champagne. He gazed across the room to where Ken was giggling with Sophia and a couple other girls.
"How are you?" I asked, popping a melon ball in my mouth.
"I'm well, and you?" He asked he looked back over at Ken longingly.
I don't think that he was being 100% honest about he was feeling. "I'm good, tired though, I just spent the last couple days planning a wedding. Speaking of which, I don't mean to pry but, I was wondering why you haven't proposed to Ken yet?" I asked, glancing up to see a pained expression flit across his face.
"I dinna know. I want to, but it never seems like the right time an' I dinna know if she's ready. I dinna wanna push her." He replied looking torn.
I gave him a quick side hug before saying "I think she's ready. I know she loves you, so you don't have anything to worry about. If you're nervous then I would be happy to help you. All you have to do is let me know."
"Thank ye, I've had somethin' in mind for awhile I just need a little time to put it all in place."
I clapped my hands and a grin took up my face. "That's wonderful! I hope it goes well. Now go ask her to dance. Go." I gave him a small shove in her direction.
"Speaking of asking for a dance, may I have the pleasure?" Jamie said giving me a quick kiss. I grinned as he pulled me out onto the floor and into the fray. We danced for what seemed like forever. Finally, the dancing died down and people started to go home. The happy couple had left an hour earlier to go on their 'honeymoon'. Really they were just going to the hunting lodge for a couple days. When we were back in our room getting ready for bed, Jamie asked me what I was talking to Duncan about.
"Oh, well I was wondering why he hasn't proposed to Ken yet. So we were talking about that and he had mentioned that he was nervous and didn't want to push her. I told him that she loved him and urged him to go for it. Then I told him to go dance with her."
"We have talked about this during training. I told him that they were called together by the protector and reminded him of what exactly a calling meant," he said.
"Oh?-and what exactly does a calling mean?" I asked teasing him.
"Hmmm let's see, it means that I will always love ye, will always be there for ye and that I get to kiss ye as much and often as I like," he said kissing me softly.
"Not that I'm complaining or anything, but I think you made that last one up," I said pulling away to climb into bed. Jamie got in next to me and pulled me close.
"You're right, I did make that up. You do have to admit though, it's a very nice rule." He said, kissing me once more.
