Zylith.

Without further ado, Lord Gilbert escorted me to the wedding venue. But before we entered through the massive oak door he reminded me, "Do.Not speak unless need be. And smile please." And the armored guard outside opened the door for us.

The wedding venue looked very much like...... Olympus, or maybe Midas's castle would be a more relative comparison. Everything was gold and the room was glowing, if that was even possible. The room buzzed with excited chatter and rose petals tumbled from above, brilliant pink looking very much like baby confetti falling from the Heavens. The aisle was laid with a flame red Persian carpet with elaborate golden designs and pink rose petals sowed all over it, making the whole place look regal. The furniture was of ornate mahogany and were skillfully made. The flagstone floor was made with a stone of soft white hues that had never before been seen and the pillars were ostentatiously detailed, painted in brilliant gold and decorated with pink rose bouquets. The walls, were a bold pristine gold and were adorned with similar rose bouquets. One of the walls was dominated with ancient gold-rimmed paintings of the ex-kings and their harem of queen consorts. While everything looked beyond exquisite, the intoxicating aroma of the roses enveloped the room giving way to a more extravagant atmosphere.

When we entered the great hall, every pair of eyes in the room were fixed on me. Some were vacant, some resentful, but nevertheless it was as uncomfortable as a chorus-girl corset and had the same effect on my breathing, constricted and shallow. For a second, I stopped at the doorway and stood with Lord Gilbert at my side; desperately trying but failing to calm myself.

And then suddenly, the royal (more like rotten) music starts playing and I could feel my butterflies hula dancing in my belly. Taking deep breaths and convincing my butterflies to tone it down there, I looked up and found Lord Brat Mummy on the Iron_ kidding! Golden throne (these people just love gold) at the opposite end of the aisle, with a priest and an elderly man who seemed to be a high Pope with his cronies by his side. Lord brat looked every bit like a king who was used to sitting on jewels and blowing money like air. Quite exorbitant with the white tux, red furry-rimmed drape on his shoulders and the Golden crown. The entire panorama would've rocked if it were not for his out of place bandaged head(I mean just imagine a flowery sweet scene and a mummy with a crown amidst it all). Unconsciously so, my eyes searched for my husband to be,

Reuben. But he was nowhere in sight. That just got me more on the edge.

"There's no need to be nervous. A queen should walk in with the air of regal confidence." Lord Gilbert whispered to me when he felt his hand being squeezed to the point of breaking, "Just keep calm and the Lady shall be fine if she does like she is told."

I looked at Gilbert with desperate eyes and mumbled, "My lord, at the moment...I don't have a nervous system. I am the nervous system."

For some reason, Lord Gilbert looked pained and exhausted, "Just please, remember not to speak."

We walked in further towards Lord Brat and I could feel my breath hitch, my darling butterflies were doing the somersault of druggies now. "Lord Gilbert, if I trip and fall, please know that I'm not clumsy. Things just increase their gravitational pull around me." I muttered and he glared back, "What in Heaven's name is gravitational pull.... wait, never mind just walk. And keep your mouth shut."

"...Erm, are the pillars really made of gold or did the painters just really did an awesome job at it?"

"Just shut up, would you?" And I went into mute mood. God! If I ran like my mouth, I'd be a super model right now.

After what felt like a year we finally reached the alter and we bowed before the king. Lord Brat Mummy got off his throne and came to us to take my hand from Lord Gilbert's.

He took my hand and lead me to the high priest with the bible, wait... it's not a bible. I don't know what it is but I think it's some religious book of this world. Whatever. Then the priest started his recitation.

"Today, we come forth together on this auspicious occasion to bear witness and bestow our blessings to the aboriginal cardinal union of our beloved King, His Highness Edward Regalious the III and his first Royal Consort, Queen Lady Elizabeth Rosalinda Ronales. This is my privilege and Goddess sent fortune to have been chosen to perform this royal wedding ceremony. I, High Priest...blah...blah..blah... 'Wait wait wait! What the hell was happening here? Why was I standing in front of the priest with Little Lord Brat as my partner instead of Reuben. Where was my bridegroom damn it!'

Ah! And there it was, the f*ckening. I knew it was too good a day to be going without any hitch. My life was filled with hitches and suddenly everything goes so smooth!? Thankfully, I was right to not trust it and be on my guard.

I grabbed my fellow poser's sapphire-festooned cuffs and tugged hard. His mummy head slowly but surely turned towards me and I presented him with my best mess-with-me-and-I'll-tear-off-your-balls glare, "You IMPOSTER! Who are you and what did you do with my groom?"