The walls are lined with flowers that overflow and are fully bloomed allowing my breaths to be full of roses and lilacs. Mary, Sunni, and Stella run around me gathering the last of my wedding day attire attempting to get me in my final look before guards start knocking on the doors.

Mary runs towards, holding my wedding dress down at my ankles letting me step into it, tugging the newly altered gown over me letting the straps settle before adjusting the skirt.

"You look divine!" Stella groans looking over me, attempting to step lightly around the edges of my dress to get a better look.

"Thank you."

All morning while the girls have been running around, I have stayed quiet, attempting to process all the craziness around me, unsuccessfully I might add.

Sunni glances over the crown sitting in its holder, "How much convincing would it take for you to let us try it on?"

I turn to her, the updo scratching against my neck when I move, "Try it on?"

She throws her head back in a laugh hand tossed in front of her in a non-caring way, "Yes! It's not every day us girls get to be in the same room as this amazing piece of art. I was just curious."

Mary looks to Sunni, rolling her eyes, "And in that fact, what reason would you have to try it on?"

Stella moves to the left of me, peaking her head over when Sunni walks towards Mary, "Don't you want to know what it's like to wear a crown? This is like childhood fantasies; not like I am asking to become the Queen or anything."

Mary tightens her lips into a flat line, pulling at the skirt to adjust it, "If you want my honesty, it seems as though you might have some jealousy towards the crown, something I will not tolerate on the Queen's wedding day."

Stella and I lean into each other, our pinkies linking watching Mary throw her shoulders back, Sunni follows, a challenge coming between them, "You know nothing, seamstress."

"And you seem to think you know everything."

Both girls hold each other's gazes, neither moving from their standing position. My breath being held. While I would love to join in and stop whatever pissing contest this is, I know that both of these women prefer to fight their own battles.

Stella comes around me, holding her palms toward the prickly ladies, "Why don't we just agree that Crystal looks beautiful, and this isn't an important conversation to have when the bride-to-be is freaking out?"

The collective release of tension in the room allows me to take in a breath, my body turning to the mirror in the corner of the room, "You all did amazing. I look... I look like something."

Stella clicks her tongue, her bare feet padding against the floor to lay her hand on my back both of our figured visible in the mirror, "You look beautiful. More than beautiful, actually. The King won't know what to do with himself."

She pulls me into a side hug sending me a reflect smile. Turning away, she calls Mary and Sunni over, Sunni grabbing the crown.

"Ready?" Mary whispers wrapping her fingers around the sharp edges of the crown pulling it into the mirrors view behind me.

"I suppose I have to be right?"

"You don't have to be anything. This crown is a gift, if you choose not to wear it, then that is that." She nods her head once, keeping the crown level over the box.

"Do you think, in any sense, I am worthy to wear that crown?"

Sunni is noticeably quiet when the two others jump to respond, Mary being first, "If anyone, my queen, is worthy, it's you. I wouldn't ask for a anyone else to my leader."

Stella follows, both moving closer to me, "We can see a difference, a better way of life, through you and your candy shitting bunnies, Crystal."

Mary and Stella move to stand next to me, Mary holding the metallic crown in front of herself.

Lowering my head and bending my knees, Mary places the jewelry on my head fixing it into place with a whisper-yell from Stella in excitement, Sunni moving up to stand with us, a scowl on her features.

Stella shoves her elbow at Sunni, a glare soon following, "At least act like you want to be here. What happened to the girl that was tolerable in the lounge?"

"Nothing, nothing happened to her, just trying to get excited. All of this has tired me." Sunni's response is dry, but I ignore it, the guard rolling his knuckles over the door to call us.

Per their customs, lady's in waiting and the bride walk themselves to their ceremony, a way of signifying their submission to their mate, Vincent had tried to explain it better this morning, but I had shrugged him off the nerves eating at my insides when he left me in the room with friends.

All of us grab the edges of our dresses exciting the room, my heart racing and almost failing at the excitement. And to think this morning I was trying to find a way out of marrying him. But now, the closer we get to our wedding bells, the more I see the benefit in getting it over with.

Our steps are muted against the carpet, guards all around us leading us to towards the celebration hall, none taking more than a glance at us to confirm we are present.

The large doors greet us, all four of us making eye contact between each other, Stella wrapping her arms around us in a bear hug, each cheek squished against another. No voices are needed between us, our care for one another expressed through the simple human act I had shared with them that morning.

The wedding music fills the air, each of my ladies slipping off to the edge entrances joining their mates who wait for them. My focus aligns on the guards that tighten their circle around me, a precaution I'm sure Vincent had put in place.

The music starts to reach a high, two males reaching for the handles of the door, nods towards me as their reach their place. My sweaty hands grip the skirt of my dress, tugging it up slightly so I don't trip in front of everyone knowing the luck I have.

Yanking the doors open, the guards send me forward, one foot after the other. Every single pair of eyes burned my skin and made me want to turn around and leave them slack jawed, but I straightened my back and stared only at Vincent. Anxiety takes over me, the music becoming nothing but a simple hum in the back. Am I walking to fast? To slow? Am I even walking? Each step is another victory, his handsome smile keeping me motivated, and giving me a direction to walk towards.

Finally suffering enough, Vincent reaches his hand out and I lay mine in his letting him pull me to the stage, "That wasn't so hard was it mate?"

"It was horrid."

Vincent chuckles leaning back as the officiant starts through his line of garb, nothing mattering to me personally till he paused on the vows looking towards Vincent.

"I, King Vincent Lyson of the Cintum and Milky Way Galaxies, take my mate Queen Crystal Knoll to be my forever, my light, and my rock. I give her half my power and all of my heart, here today I take her as my Wife, My Victa. I surrender myself to you in front of this court and friends. To our forever, our end, and our people, I love you."

Taking a deep breath I recite the words, "I, Queen Crystal Knoll of the Cintum and Milky way Galaxies, take my mate King Vincent Lyson to be my protector, my lover, and my rope. I take half his power and give all my heart and soul, here today as I take him as my husband, My Victo. I surrender myself to you in front of this court and friends. To our love, our dreams, and our accomplishments, to the stars."

The officiant led us through it well, my tongue ties being minimal when he gets to end calling the rings forward, a young man comes up and brings the rings each one of us sliding the rings onto each other finger.

The officiant raises his hands and states, "With the power vested in me by the Cintum Galaxy and all the old laws of the stars, I now pronounce you the King and Queen, a man and wife, and protectors of our beloved people. May your journey be long and loving, and may your disagreements be negligible. By the human customs, you may now kiss your mate."

Vincent leans forward pressing his lips against mine, short and passionate, no response from the people. He backs away, taking my face in his large hand, "To my beautiful wife, the woman that rules my heart. I love you."

I have never had the courage to dance in front of anyone, but when Vincent's hand touches mine, I feel like I can move planets with a single swipe of my hips. My husband dragged me to the middle of the floor and placed his hand right above my butt guiding me through the dance of a song a crack of energy sizzling between us. The crowd circles around us and watches as we spin through the room in un-choreographed circles, my heart pounding a thousand beats a minute, faster than any song I have ever listened to, or even danced to. With every footstep and movement of my hips my dress followed suit and I finally felt the beauty that my friends spoke of.

We turn once more, and I feel his love seeping out of him and into the movements that he is dancing my feelings matching his as we weave a web of love on a dance floor that seems to only hold the two of us. My eyes looked deep into his as I watched him lead me in the first dance as Mr. and Mrs. Lyson. The energy surge between us as we dance is overwhelming, both of us fighting against the bond's most primal desires while we sweep around another edge of the dance floor, the noticeable clapping of the crowd keeping us grounded. He tips me back and I take a deep breath the feelings and dancing taking my breath away moment by moment. For once I notice his height that towers over me, making me feel small, protected. Instead of dancing as one person, As he moved right, I moved right and when he raised his hand on my back, I knew he was about to let me fall back.

Every time he changed the move, I was right with him and knew what to do next. I trusted him with everything.

Letting him bring me into another spin, my heart settles, a peace rooting itself deep in my belly when I look up to the man whose eyes show nothing but pure adoration. He was the 'it' for me, and it finally clicks, a deep gut feeling forming when the dance ends and he lets me hold my standing position to turn the crowd and bow, waiting as long as possible to take me into his arms. He was changing, trying, and that was enough for me.

Maybe, just maybe he isn't the enemy after all.