Okay, so, maybe there’d been a moment or two of awkwardness, but it’d passed soon enough. You see, I get my “old-fashioned-ness” from my father, and I think seeing my two princes take the knee like that, and hearing how true and honest they were in pledging to love and honor me for the rest of our lives made him see that this wasn’t some sordid affair.
My parents ended up consenting to the marriage faster than I could have imagined — or maybe it’s that by that point in the morning, they were just numbed to surprises, after having both my younger sisters pop surprise engagements on them before I’d had a chance to talk to them. After Isla and her beast, and Imogen and her notorious bad boy, I guess me with my princely, old-fashioned Prince Charmings — even if there were two of them — just didn’t shock anyone.
It’s a shame Adele didn’t have any sisters with surprise engagements to soften things up for her father with her announcement that morning…
So here we are, two months later, in Marland, as King, King, and Queen. It’s never been done — anywhere, as far as anyone can tell, but that doesn’t mean it won’t work. The people of Marland are into it, that’s for sure. Maybe having formerly had a mechanic of a king and a royal princess of a queen made them see that love comes in all sorts of ways.
“Ready?”
I grin as Cade and Caspian step next to me, dressed so handsomely in their royal suits for the wedding as they each take one of my hands.
“Ready,” I whisper, squeezing their hands and feeling the love flow through me. We’re about to step out on that parapet and greet our subjects as King, King, and Queen, for the first time.
To the public, we’re the very wholesome, very smiling, and regal, and well, charming royal trio. In private? Well, in private I can’t even begin to describe the filthy, incredible, earth-shattering ways they show me how much they love and want me.
Like, for instance, that I’m not wearing panties under my wedding gown.
Like, for instance, that they both made me come with their mouths and fingers ten minutes before I walked down the aisle.
Like, for instance, that my whole body is tingling with the eagerness to get all this pageantry over with so we can go back to our quarters, so they can do all the dirty things they’ve been promising in whispers in my ear the whole walk here from the chapel.
First, we’ll greet the crowds, and play the parts.
Next, we’ll close ourselves away from it all, and my two husbands will strip every bit of clothing away from me and show me just how much they love me.
And then? Well, and then, it’s the rest of our lives.
The End.