In so many ways, in every way in fact, now, every day held the promise of fantastical things, of powers and of love beyond anything I thought could be since losing my parents; well honestly even before then, as magic and shape shifters, not to mention Royals outside of the country of England, were all something only available in books.
Like everything, even my writing had changed given my experiences. My descriptions, my storylines were beyond my wildest dreams literally, all pretty much a diary of the past six months, though the world would never know or believe that. So, fiction my writing would be deemed. I was fine with that. At this point, luck holding, I thought the tale had a great chance of getting published; unless that is, as I liked to joke with Lex and Catherine and Edward and the rest of my Royal family, that even the fiction world deemed it too fantastic to buy into.
Lex stopped suddenly at the end of the tree line in the field where we’d been married just last month, knocking me out of my reminiscing, sometimes taken by moments of fancy still as I evaluated my new life. This field remained a favorite place to stop and relax on our runs. We circled around each other a minute before stretching out our paws and laying side by side, with our heads resting against each other. We made a perfect picture. I knew that to be a fact as one of the Royals, a younger girl who had the magic of my bloodline but had chosen not to be a shifter, loved to play with a camera. She’d asked to photograph us as wolves one day after we’d been married. Several of those shots were now framed and hanging in our room at the castle.
With our connection, I knew we were both remembering our wedding. Today was our month anniversary, which had sparked this whole run this morning, a celebration of life together, and thus my walk down memory lane as I marveled at the changes, feeling the need to practice gratitude in some major way for all I’d been blessed with.
The Royals had thrown a grand, albeit small event. The day had been wonderfully sunny with only a few fluffy clouds overhead. While we’d had a backup plan to have the ceremony in the castle if rain threatened that day, we’d not needed it. Even the weather had played its part in giving us one of the greatest days of my life, and my day to day living was pretty hard to beat.
No expense had been spared from the arch we got married under to the reception food and everything in-between. When one wore lavish dresses and ate five course meals on a daily basis, topping that in way of celebration could be mind-boggling.
I pictured it all in my mind again. The small ocean breezes of the day had fluttered the white material draped over the arch which had been tied back with bundles of flowers that included white peace lilies along with sprays of blues and yellow flowers mixed with ferns. Tiki torches had lined a path to the arch, each with our own drape of material and bouquet of flowers to match the long flowing one I had carried.
My dress had been designed for me, drawn and tailored from my own imaginings with the help of another Royal who lived to design clothes, having a line she exported off the island just for fun as money already was no object. Cinderella had nothing on me that day with layers upon layers of white accented with pearls. I’d of course been given a tiara to wear, Catherine herself having done up my hair in a halo of curls and painted on makeup that had been natural and beautiful, accenting my best feature while improving upon my worst.
From the moment I’d woken up that morning, I’d been waited on hand and foot. Breakfast in bed while family and staff both gathered everything needed to get me ready for my big day. Only thing that had been bigger was the smile that stayed plastered on my face causing my cheeks to ache even before the ceremony had begun. I’d thought many times of my mother, wanting her to see all of this. I hoped that there was truth to angels looking down from heaven.
In this field, a few rows of seats, twenty in all, had been draped in white material as well, each sashed with blue bows and starfish. The fish had been crafted out of clay and painted with such intricate details, from a distance one would have sworn them real. The whole scene had been surreal and beautiful, as if anything could have improved upon the day I finally became Mrs. Roberts. We’d said our I do’s and then kissed to the clapping of family. My wolf sighed with each memory that touched my heart, always would, until the day I died. No one forgets such perfect moments.
The only person still alive, from back home, I’d wished could have attended was Chloe. I’d called her a few times since being here. Never had I gotten the welcome or warmth I used to from my friend. I had been gone a long time now, and I figured it would take Chloe some time to forgive me for not calling when Lex had gone missing anyway. Now, my friend, who had only been offered lame lies to make a bad situation worse, couldn’t understand why I wasn’t coming back, why I’d let a man, a stranger, whisk me away, never to return.