Lark and I walked down the aisle as the harp played, followed by Hannah's sister and Peter, then the ring bearer. The little Duke of Nostors, a neighboring kingdom, skipped his way down after us. Then his sister, the flower maid, walked slowly up the aisle keeping her pace like a tiny bride. I snuck a peak at James, who caught my eyes and showed a brilliant smile and nervous sigh. I winked at him and moved my eyes to Lark who looked like a god standing infront of the glittering gold sunset.
Hannah appeared at the end of the aisle. The wedding scene was outside and she had just gotten the full effect. Her father walked her down the aisle to my brother. Her dark brown hair was smooth and curled into a beautiful bun and her tan olive skin contrasted beautifully with the starch white gown that looked like a powder puff of white feathers. She was smiling ear to ear and glowing pink with love. She reached my brother and she let one single tear fall as he took her hand and the turned to the priest, who said the normal lines and then after a long while it was time for their vows.
"I, James Opals, take you Hannah Millton, to be my wife, to have and to hold from this day forward, for better or for worse, for richer, for poorer, in sickness and in health, to love and to cherish; from this day forward until death do us part." my brother said proudly, beaming at her.
"I, Hannah Millton, take you James Opals, to be my husband, to have and to hold from this day forward, for better," she turns to the crowd.
"Let's hope it's all better!" She smiled to the crowd, who laughed at her joke.
"Or for wore, for richer, for poorer, in sickness and in health, to love and to cherish; from this day forward until death do us part." She finished, letting another tear fall.
The priest smiled and spoke the words everyone was waiting to hear.
"I now pronounce you husband and wife." he announced.
I smiled as my brother picked up his bride in his arms and swung her around as they kissed. The crowd clapped and cheered. Some were crying, and some were laughing. I looked over at Lark who was already watching me laugh at my brother who tripped silightly on his way back down the aisle. I batted my eyes at Lark who chuckled lightly.
Inside, everyone was chattering about how beautiful the wedding was. James and Hannah had already left for their honymoon, so the party ended quickly. I was walking back to my room when I felt someone grab my arm from behind.
"Want to have our own honeymoon?" he whispered. I turned to kiss Lark.
Instead there stood Peter, drunk and akwardly smiling. I was mostly disapointed but also completely sickened from his comment.
"Gross." I said as I walked off.
I hadn't gone too much further down the hall when I felt a pressence behind me again.
"Go away.." I muttered as I turned around.
Lark stood infront of me and chuckled.
"Well.. okay then." He laughed.
"Oh I thought you were Peter." I smiled
He smiled at me and whispered in my ear.
"I'm not Peter.. but I was thinking maybe the same thing as him." He whispered lowly, kissing my neck.
He pushed me into my room and I locked the door. He layed down on my bed and pulled me on top of him. I layed there for a while kissing him. I pulled off his shirt again and he had pulled off my dress to where I stood in my corset and underwear again. He had watched eagerly as I pulled each one of my stockings off slowly and seductively. When I was done he pulled me on top again and I straddled his waist. His arms reached around to untie my corset.
While he untied I kissed his neck. He got my corset untied and off....
I woke up in the morning to find Lark still asleep. We were completely stripped down and I was laying across his chest. Both his arms were around me and we were snuggled warm under my sheets. He looked so cute sleeping. My canopy was still shut completely from where Lark shut them last night. The ocean wasn't loud this morning, but the birds were crazy chirping as if to explain my own excitement. I got up eventually, leaving him to sleep.
I put a casual day dress on and padded off barefoot to get breakfast from the kitchen. When I returned Lark was just waking up. I smiled and curled into bed with him handing him the plate on ham, eggs and toast. He watched me as I ate. Then when we both finished breakfast, we got up and sat out on the balcony. We watched the ocean in eachother's arms. Lark stood, looking sexy in just his cotton pants and looked out onto the beach.
I left to wash my face. I came back and Lark was inside with the doors shut tight. A scared look on his face.
"What's wrong?" I asked, concerned.
"I think your brother saw me."