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So this extra I never had written; I wrote it sepcifially for you wonderful readers because many of you were asking for it. It is Clarion's wedding rewritten from Hailen's perspective.
Hailen grumbled to himself as he stepped into the foyer. He felt off balance without the familiar weight of a sword at his hip, but he had been ordered by the prince not to turn up armed to the wedding. Unfortunately, he could not refuse a direct order from a member of the royal family, even if the order had come from Clarion. His only comfort was the two daggers he kept hidden in his boots and the other, smaller, weapons he had concealed on his person. They were never as good as a sword, but they were still better than nothing.
He had to admit, the servants had done a wonderful job with the decorations, but he had no time to stop and admire it; his attention was focused on the crowd in front of him. He hated large crowds around the royal family, and he hated it even more when he could do nothing about it. He couldn't help but remember the last time there had been a large gathering in the castle. Kaylin had almost been killed.
As soon as he thought about Kaylin, her voice filtered through the crowd and reached his ears. She sounded annoyed. A smile flew to his lips when he realised that she would also be sporting a determined expression, her eyes alight with fire. He had seen that state in her all too often, usually because he encouraged it to emerge.
He weaved through the crowd, following the sound of her voice. He paused just before he approached her. She looked absolutely radiant in her blue gown, the colour offsetting her complexion nicely. He had chosen well.
"I make my own choices and no one should think otherwise," Kaylin said, ..." http://wattpad.com/story/3081784
