A Royal Wedding
Carlton House, London
September 18, 1813
4 hours 'til the wedding
"Good morning, Your Hi—"
"I cannot get married today!" Were the first words the Princess Royal shouted the moment she woke up. "My gosh, Fatima, the week has gone by so fast. Is it really today?"
"It is! I do not remember the last time I have ever seen you so nervous," Fatima chuckled lightly. "You were not even this nervous for this season's presentation."
"A presentation is not the same as getting married," she sat up on the bed, and looked at her other two ladies maids who walked in the room. "What if he begs off? What if he does it at the church with everyone there? That would be entirely humiliating!"
"Princess, I'm sure he will not—"
"The Sovereign Prince of the Netherlands is here. He is one of my distant cousins, and I was once promised to his brother!" Charlotte exclaimed, cutting of Cora. "Do you not think that will be awkward?"
"I do not think so," Lilia said sincerely as she and Fatima opened the room's courts is. "Prince Frederik died fourteen years ago, Princess. I'm surprise you even remember him."
"Of course I remember him. He was my betrothed since I was a child, until he..." She took a deep breath, and sighed. "God rest his soul..."
"You must get up, Your Royal Highness. There is so much to do in such a short time," Fatima stated, and looked towards the other two maids. "Bring her breakfast, and macaroons for the nerves."
"How long until the wedding?" Charlotte asked them, her hands started to shake out of nervousness, and anxiousness mixed with excitement. "It is at noon... What time is it?"
"Eight o'clock, Your Royal Highness," Fatima said with a small smile. "Four hours until you're married woman, and no longer The Princess Royal...but The Duchess of Kent."
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Bridgerton House, London
2 hours 'til the wedding
"I swear, Brother, if you do not stop pacing around the room, I will burn all your sketchbooks!" Eloise stated firmly at Benedict, and groaned when he glared at her and completely ignored what she said. "I just threatened to burn your sketches and all I get is a glare and silence from you?"
"It appears this wedding matters more to him than whatever he sketches, Eloise," Anthony couldn't hide his smirk as he also watched at his brother stressfully and nervously pacing around the room. "As it should, I must add."
"Burn whichever one you want," Benedict said carelessly, without looking at any of his siblings. But then, he looked at his sister when he realized his words and her intentions. "Except for the ones I did of Charlotte. You burn those, Eloise, and I will kill you."
"You drew her? Why I am yet to see them?" Colin asked with a frown.
"You'll see them when I'm ready for you to see them," he stated, and kept pacing around the room while taking deep breaths.
"Are they that bad?" Gregory questioned.
"You know our brother is not one to share his artistic side," Eloise said as she served herself a cup of tea.
"I am sure everything will be alright, Brother," Hyacinth said with a wide smile on her face.
"And here I thought you were comfortable with having more than a thousand guests at your wedding," Francesca said, and chuckled. "You knew how many were coming from the very beginning. Why are you so terrified now?"
"I am sure you would be the same if you or our sisters were marrying a Prince, or our brothers were marrying a Princess like I am, and all world monarchs clear their schedules just to attend your wedding," Benedict stated, and took a long, deep breath, before sighing. "I– I'm sorry. This is yet the best and most nail-biting day of my life."
"Your Royal Highness," the future Duke of Kent and Strathearn's Private Secretary entered in the drawing room of the Bridgerton household. "I was informed you asked for me, sir. How may I assist you?"
"Do you have anything that could put him to sleep until five minutes before the wedding, Tommy?" Colin asked and chuckled. "Apparently, he has lost his mind."
"Don't jinx it," Eloise mocked with a chuckle as she lazily sat on a chair, with her cup of tea in hand.
"Is there anything else I must do besides everything we have rehearsed?" Benedict asked his future Private Secretary with desperation in his eyes, while ignoring his brother and sister's comments. "It is in the newspapers that The Prince of Prussia and his family are coming as well. The King of Sweden too, for God's sake!"
"Sir—"
"And you know the weirdest part of all? They are all distant cousins of her in some twisted way," Benedict stated with wide eyes. "Charlotte seems to be the only one who chose not to marry her cousin."
"Well... The choice was there too, sir," Tommy reminded him, and he sighed.
"Can you really marry your cousin?" Hyacinth asked while looking at the Private Secretary, and then looked at her eldest of all brothers. "Brother, is it necessary for me to—"
"I am not having this conversation with you," Anthony cut her off. "You, Gregory, Eloise, and Fran go to your rooms and get ready. Now. The adults are talking."
"Oh, I'd very much like to stay, I just served myself some tea," Eloise stated with a small smirk and took a sip of her tea. But her brother's glare disappointed her curiosity. "Fine. I will leave to get ready. Benedict's distress is already contagious enough."
As they were told, the youngest siblings of the Bridgerton family left the drawing room to get ready for the wedding. Anthony, Benedict, and Colin were the ones left behind with the Private Secretary.
"For your information, sir, our King and Queen are not cousins, they just have royal blood running through their veins. And marriage between royals is normal," Tommy clarified, and sighed. "Everything will be perfect as long as you and Her Royal Highness follow as rehearsed."
"Tommy is right, Brother," Colin stood up and placed a hand on his shoulder. "You must enjoy this day as best as you can, for it will not repeat itself again."
"I suppose you are right," Benedict took a deep breath, and sighed. Then, he looked at the Viscount, who lifted his gaze from the newspaper in his hand, to stare back at his brother. "How come you are so calm?"
"What do you mean?" He asked, and looked at the Private Secretary, as if discreetly asking for him to leave.
"Thank you for coming, Tommy. I apologize, I feel like I wasted your time," Benedict said sincerely. "I'll see you at the Church."
"Very well, sir," Tommy nodded with a small smile, bowed his head, and walked out of the room.
"I am calm because I am not the one who is getting married," Anthony stood up from where he was sitting, and walked towards his two brothers. "But that does not mean I am not happy for you, because I am."
"That is my question. How can you be so calm? I am marrying the girl you love. Does that not bother you at all?" Benedict asked him, and Colin's eyes grew wide.
"Not a word of this to anyone, Colin," Anthony stated.
"Oh, I already knew. Your feelings for Charlotte are as obvious as your fear of bees," he chuckled softly. "I'm just surprised our brother brought this topic of conversation hours before his own wedding."
"My feelings for Charlotte are irrelevant in this situation. We are close friends, family, non-blood related brother and sister, and that is all we will ever be," Anthony said firmly, even though his heart was sinking in his chest, making him feel a slight pain...as if his own body was begging him to stop speaking. "Our bond as brothers cannot ever be broken, not by any woman, nor anyone. And I intent to keep it that way. So do not let whatever I feel be your worry on your special day."
"I wish that we never fight for what we both feel for her. Not again," Benedict said simply. "If I am honest... I see no point in getting a wife if I am losing you as a brother."
Anthony walked towards him with a brooding glare at his brother's stubbornness, and hugged him tightly. Benedict was shocked, to say the least, but eventually hugged him back. And when he did, the Viscoung hugged him even tighter.
"You will never lose me. Ever. None of you," Anthony said firmly, pulled away, and patted his brother's back. "Now, where's that smile? You are getting married to The Princess Royal. Our dearest friend. You should be happier, Brother."
"And you will no longer live with us," Colin chuckled. "You will finally get some peace, quiet, and undeniable bliss."
"And you are spending your honeymoon in foreign lands. In Scotland," Anthony raised his eyebrows, and smirked. "You must enjoy it as much as you can, Brother."
"It is the way you said it that confuses me greatly," a curious smile creeped his face. "What's with that look, Brother?"
"What I mean is, you will have plenty of alone time with her to 'butter the biscuit'," Anthony said simply, and received a the biggest of frowns from Benedict.
"Wait. What? Why would you—"
"To 'awaken the beast'? 'Belly-bumping'?" Anthony chuckled at his brother's look on his face. "Come on, Benedict. Do not give me that look. You know exactly what I mean."
"I'm so confused," Colin said innocently, and sincerely.
"I've heard people calling it, 'The way to disappoint the wife'," Anthony added, and chuckled. "Although I am sure you will have no trouble there, Brother."
"Are we speaking of martial relations?" Colin asked, and the Viscount snorted at his brother's question.
"Dear God, Anthony. Shut up. Never say those things again," Benedict scoffed, and chuckled. "Moving on, after we return from Scotland, I will only be a few streets away... In a palace."
The three brothers couldn't not laugh at that. Their lives were about to change, specially Benedict's. It was his wedding day. He was about to marry the girl he loved most. And there he was, overthinking everything.
"I am quite happy," his smile grew when he said those words. "And I know I will be for the rest of my life."
"I'll leave you two be, dear brothers," Colin said with a smirk. "This hair does not brush itself."
"I'll be in my study," Anthony sighed with a nod. "And then I'll get ready."
"You two are leaving with me, so I need you on time!" Benedict shouted at his two brothers, who laughed at him as they walked out of the drawing room. "Idiots."
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Carlton House, London
1 hour 'til the wedding
Charlotte doesn't know exactly what she's feeling as she's watching all ladies maids and menservants taking her things out of her room, to be taken to her new home, Kensington Palace.
"Your Royal Highness, I brought this crown for you to wear," Cora announced as she entered in the room. "Is it to your liking?"
Cora brought in a small box, a crown made of white flowers, that go perfect with her wedding dress.
"It is perfect, Cora. Thank you," she nodded, and sighed contently.
The Princess was already sitting on her vanity chair, staring at her reflection. Her hair was done up with braids, her corset was tight, and she was already wearing her wedding dress. Cora gently took out the crown of flowers, and carefully put it on her head.
"And you are all ready, Your Royal Highness," Fatima smiled. "What a beautiful bride you are."
A knock on the door interrupted all ladies, and when Charlotte authorized the person to enter, it was her Private Secretary, who was already dressed for the wedding.
"Your Royal Highness," he bowed his head with a small smile. "You look radiant."
"Thank you, Tommy," she chuckled and Lilia handed her her bouquet. "Is my brother ready?"
"Has been for the past ten minutes," he nodded. "He is waiting for you by the carriage."
"Oh! Then we better get going," she chuckled and nodded. "I certainly do not wish to be late to my own wedding."
"We wish you the best, Princess," Fatima said as they walked out of the Princess' room. "We will walk you to the door."
"Are you not coming?" She frowned, and her maids shook their heads. "None of you? Why?"
"It is not our place to be there, Princess," Lilia said with a small smile.
"But I want you to," she stated and looked at her Private Secretary for help. "Are there any seats available for them? Or at least a corner for them to watch? And for Martin too, Tommy."
"I will make sure of it," he nodded and she sighed contently. "Martin is with the Prince by the carriage."
"Alright," she nodded.
"I have been told His Royal Highness and the Bridgerton family are already on their way to the Church," he informed. "I was informed too that all guests are there as well, and the Queen is just settling in, while greeting the monarchs of other countries that attended."
"For once in my life... I feel like an ordinary woman," the Princess chuckled. "Marrying the man she loves..."
"You are no ordinary woman, Ma'am," Thomas stated calmly, and she sighed.
"I am allowed to dream, Tommy," she said and looked at him with a playful glare. "And what have I told you of calling me 'Ma'am'? You know I do not like it. It makes me feel...rather old."
"Then I suggest you get used to it," Thomas stated with a small smile. "For you are no longer a girl. You are a woman. A married woman."
"You wound me. I stopped being a girl long ago. After all, I was an adult during my childhood," she stated. "Or have you forgotten?"
"Not at all," he sighed. "Ma'am."
"Alright. I suppose 'Ma'am' will do no harm," she sighed. "Only to my youth."
"For what it is worth, His Royal Highness is nervous to marry as well," Tommy commented, and she frowned. "I was at the Bridgerton household a few hours ago."
"I see," she lightly nodded.
"Also, your birthday is in eleven days, Princess. I was wondering if by that time, you would want to be back from Scotland?" He asked. "I thought you might want to spend the day with your family."
"I thought about that yesterday. But as much as I would like to give you a proper answer, I am not traveling on my own anymore, Tommy," she said with a small smile. "I will consult it with the Duke as soon as I am able."
"Very well," he nodded. "I must get going. I must arrive before you to be on time. Your maids can come with me."
"Thank you, Tommy. Truly," the Private Secretary kissed the Princess' hand, before he walked to another coach with the Princess' ladies maids.
The Princess looked to her right, and saw her brother standing just next to it.
"You are the most beautiful bride I have ever seen, Sister," he said with a big smile on his face.
"You do not look bad yourself, Brother," she chuckled. "Although, I am impressed to see you sober."
"Just because I was drunk at my own wedding, does not mean I would be in yours. I would never do that to you," he scoffed and chuckled before he offered his hand. "Shall we get you married?"
"We shall," she nodded, took a deep breath, and entered in the carriage with her brother.
There were people in the streets, cheering the Princess' title and name. Some of them waved, and others waved with white tissues in hand. Charlotte smiled and slightly waved at them.
"Are you nervous?" George asked her.
"I am," she said sincerely, but her smile never left her face. "But I am also quite happy."
"Sister..." He sighed. "Are you nervous for tonight?"
"For my wedding night?" She asked, and took a deep breath. "I know what is to happen, Brother. I know what must happen... But I– I have faith that I will be alright."
"How come you are so optimistic?" He scoffed. "You are the only one in this family that is."
"Someone has to be for all our sakes," she giggled, and sighed. "But... Well, how do I start?"
"Pardon?" He frowned.
"What must I do to start the evening?" She asked again. "Tonight, I mean. On...bed... How do I start?"
"It will all be natural, Sister. As long as you're comfortable and...ready," he said sincerely. "And I'm sure Benedict can help you with...that."
"I would be lying if I do not admit it frightens me a bit," she said sincerely. "How would I know if I am ready?"
"You'll just know," he replied simply.
Oh, your words were so comforting, Brother," she stated sarcastically. "You really are the best."
"There is nothing to be afraid of, Sister. Let's just focus on your wedding, alright? It is about you and Benedict," George squeezed his sister's hand in reassurance. "Everything and everyone else is secondary."
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Westminster Abbey, London
5 minutes 'til the wedding
The future Duke of Kent and Strathearn was with his brothers, sisters, and mother outside the church. Violet couldn't my stop fixing every detail of his wedding attire, or his hair. His wedding attire was indeed bright red, with all accessories a Prince –specially a Prince of the United Kingdom of Great Britain and Ireland– would usually use on his wedding.
"Well... How do I look?" Benedict asked as a small smile graced his face.
"Like a Prince," Hyacinth walked to his side. "And how do I look?"
"Like a Princess," he replied sincerely, and sighed contently as he stared at all his sisters. "In fact, you all do. It is quite strange to see you all dressed the same."
"Oh, my God..." Violet breathed as her eyes started to cloud with tears. "Forgive me, my dear. But words cannot describe my happiness for you and Charlotte."
"Do not cry, Mother. You are making me more nervous than I already am," he chuckled nervously.
"Lady Bridgerton, allow me to walk you to your seat," Simon offered his arm for her. "The wedding is about to start."
"Of course. Alright," she nodded and turned to her daughters. "Be on your best behavior, stay quiet when you must, smile, and do as rehearsed! Remember this is not an ordinary wedding."
"I will make sure everything goes as rehearsed with us, Mama," Daphne said and looked at her eldest brothers. "It is them I am worried about."
"The worst thing that could happen is that one of us coughs or sneezes in a moment of silence," Colin said jokingly, and Benedict stood firmly in front of him and Anthony.
"You two will do no such—"
"We are joking, Brother. Nothing will happen," Anthony assured him by patting his back, and he sighed.
"Oh, dear..." Violet shook her head in disbelief and walked inside the church with Simon, who patted the groom's shoulder before walking inside.
"Your Royal Highness," Tommy arrived to his side. "It is time. You enter with your two supporters the moment you hear the instruments play, and I'm sure Her Grace already knows her entrance with the bridesmaids and the Princess."
"Of course," Daphne nodded.
A few moments later after the Private Secretary walked inside the Church, trumpets, violins, and the piano started playing a beautiful melody, and the choir sounded angelic.
"It's time!" Hyacinth shouted with excitement.
"Stop yelling," Eloise stated at her sister.
"We'll be right here with you, Brother," Anthony said with a small smile.
Benedict nodded, took a deep breath, and walked in the Church, with Anthony and Colin following behind him, each on his sides. They walked slowly, as rehearsed, all the way to the altar. All attendants stared at them with smiles on their faces. And Benedict noticed the monarchs of other countries due to the way they were dressed, and because they were sitting on the Queen's side.
Eventually, the three arrived to his position in front of the Archbishop, who bowed his head politely, and in respect. Then, Anthony and Colin stood on their brother's right.
"Now it is just the bride who must arrive," Colin whispered to Anthony as low as he could.
Benedict's back faced the people. He knew he couldn't turn around to see his wife walking down the long aisle. He took a deep breath when he felt his hands getting sweaty.
"My gosh, I'm shaking," Charlotte whispered to her brother once she was in front of the church. "And this dress is so big! Please do not let me fall."
"Never," he kissed her hand, and locked arms with her.
And again, all the instruments started playing. All attendants stood up from their seats to look at the Princess who was slowly walking in the room, with the Prince Regent by her side, and with her bridesmaids and pageboy following excitingly behind her.
She noticed in the crowd of people her family, her sister-in-law, all her distant cousins, her half-brothers, and all members of the House of Lords and the House of Commons, including the Prime Minister.
Benedict felt his heart on her throat. The suspense of not seeing her was eating him alive. But the moment she handed her bouquet to Daphne, and stood next to him, they turned their faces to look at one another...
And just like that, that was the beginning of the rest of their lives.
Charlotte didn't just fell in love once. She falls in love with him every time she looks at him. And every time she looked at him, his heart melted in a way he didn't know was possible.
"Dearly beloved, we are gathered here today in the sight of God and in the face of this congregation, to join together this Man and this Woman, in holy Matrimony," the Archbishop started, and making the groom and bride to look straight at him. "Into which holy estate these two persons present come now to be joined. Therefore, if any man can show any just cause why they may not lawfully be joined together, let him now speak, or else hereafter forever hold his peace..."
Little did everyone know, a certain Viscount Bridgerton clenched his jaw. He was incapable of saying anything, he was never going to speak and cause such scene... Although, deep down in his heart, he was overjoyed with his brother and best friend's union... He would be lying to himself if he did not admit the thought crossed his mind.
Nevertheless, he would never do it. He didn't have the guts. As long as they were happy, Anthony could live with that.
"Benedict, wilt thou have this Woman to thy wedded wife, to live together after God's ordinance in the holy estate of Matrimony?" The Archbishop continued after a moment of silence. "Wilt thou love her, comfort her, honour, obey, and keep her in sickness and in health; and, forsaking all others, keep thee only unto her, so long as you both shall live?"
"I will," Benedict said firmly.
Charlotte frowned a bit at the Archbishop's words Benedict had to repeat. 'Obey?' She thought that only applied to her brother who would be King one day.
"Charlotte Augusta Matilda, wilt thou have this Man to thy wedded husband, to live together after God's ordinance in the holy estate of Matrimony?" Nevertheless, a small smile graced her face at the Archbishop's words. "Wilt thou love him, comfort him, honour, and keep him in sickness and in health; and, forsaking all others, keep thee only unto him, so long as you both shall live?"
"I will," Charlotte said firmly.
"Who giveth this Woman to be married to this Man?" The Archbishop asked.
Then, Charlotte placed her right hand over her brother's, and he handed her hand over to the Archbishop, who handed her over to Benedict, who took her hand in his. George let out a shaky breath as he let go of her sister's hand. She felt it, and gifted him a small smile before turning her complete attention over to Benedict.
"I, Benedict, take thee Charlotte Augusta Matilda, to be my wedded Wife, to have and to hold from this day forward, for better for worse, for richer for poorer, in sickness and in health, to love, to cherish, and to obey, till death us do part, according to God's holy ordinance; and thereto I plight thee my troth," he repeated calmly after the Archbishop, while trying to contain his grin.
As rehearsed, they let each other's hands go, and the Archbishop took a hold of Benedict's hand, to place it over Charlotte's.
"I, Charlotte Augusta Matilda, take thee Benedict, to be my wedded Husband, to have and to hold from this day forward, for better for worse, for richer for poorer, in sickness and in health, to love and to cherish, till death us do part, according to God's holy ordinance; and thereto I give thee my troth," she repeated too after the Archbishop.
Then, they again let go of each other's hands. Benedict didn't notice, nobody did, but the Archbishop didn't say 'obey' when it came to Charlotte to repeat the words. But it didn't escape her attention. As much as she wanted to say it too, to be equal with him, she didn't feel confident enough to say it out of the blue.
The Archbishop took the ring Benedict chose for Charlotte, and handed it to him. She offered her betrothed her left hand, and sighed lightly in embarrassment when it started shaking. She was too nervous an excited, to say the least. He only chuckled at that, and placed the ring in the fourth finger of her left hand.
The Princess' eyes clouded with tears at the sight of the beautiful white golden ring, with diamonds and sapphires. But she blinked all those tears away, and took a deep breath, with a smile on her face.
"With this Ring I thee wed: In the Name of the Father, and of the Son, and of the Holy Ghost. Amen." Benedict repeated after the Archbishop once again.
It is not very common between royals for men to wear rings, but Charlotte insisted, and got a simple white gold band for Benedict to wear on his finger. The Archbishop took the ring and handed it to Charlotte, who took her betrothed's left hand in hers, and put the ring on her fourth finger.
"With this Ring I thee wed: In the Name of the Father, and of the Son, and of the Holy Ghost. Amen." Charlotte's voice shook a bit as she spoke, but the smile that never left her face assured Benedict she was just nervous, and not regretting at all her actions.
The wedding continued with some of ten choir's songs, and with the Archbishop exchanging a few more prayers for the newlyweds, and everyone else.
"Those whom God hath joined together let no man put asunder," the Archbishop said while looking at Charlotte and Benedict, with the smallest of smiles on his face. "Forasmuch as Benedict and Charlotte have consented together in holy wedlock, and have witnessed the same before God and this company, and thereto have given and pledged their troth, each to the other, and have declared the same by giving and receiving a Ring, and by joining hands; I pronounce that they are Man and Wife, In the Name of the Father, and of the Son, and of the Holy Ghost. Amen."
Applauses and a few cheers were heard throughout the entire Church. Charlotte and Benedict were smiling from ear to ear. What they both were feeling had no comparison.
"God the Father, God the Son, God the Holy Ghost, bless, preserve, and keep you; the Lord mercifully with his favour look upon you, and fill you with all spiritual benediction and grace; that you may so live together in this life, that in the world to come you may have life everlasting. Amen," and those were the Archbishop's final words.
Finally, she was no longer 'The Princess Royal', and he was officially no longer 'Mr. Bridgerton'... But now they were His and Her Royal Highness The Duke and Duchess of Kent and Strathearn.
Right where they stood, the newlyweds turned around to face all attendants in the church. Everyone stood up as a sign of respect, and most of them smiled at the new and happy married couple.
There was a moment when their gazes met, and the Duke of Kent and Strathearn took it as a chance to first address his wife.
"I love you, Char," he whispered as low as he could, but loud enough for her to hear.
"I love you too, Benny," she whispered back just as low, before the two looked back at the crowd.
Charlotte and Benedict held their heads high with grins on their faces, but it soon faded a bit for the last part of the ceremony. The Duke offered his hand, and when she took it, the two walked to a side of the church, and faced in The Queen and The Prince Regent's direction, as rehearsed.
It was time for the soprano, Siena Rosso, to sing to everyone, 'God Save The King'. And as she was preparing, the Viscount was thankful for everyone's attention being on the newlyweds, so nobody noticed how he was starting to sweat. The sight of Siena brought him memories and feelings he thought he had buried, so he took a deep breath, and avoided gazing at her as much as he could.
"Must I sing too?" Benedict discreetly whispered to his wife, who chuckled under her breath.
"It always depends. But now, we all must, my love," she whispered back with a smile.
Just in time, the music started, and the two newlyweds let go of each other's hands, to stand firm. Charlotte looked briefly at the soprano, whose dark hair was long in a braid, and with a light color green dress.
God save great George our King!
God save our noble King!
God save the King!
Send him victorious,
Happy and glorious,
Long to reign over us,
God save the King.
Thy choicest gifts in store
On him be pleased to pour,
Long may he reign.
May he defend our laws,
And ever give us cause,
To sing with heart and voice,
God save the King.
As selfish as it sounded... In between the Royal Family of the United Kingdom of Great Britain and Ireland... No one missed the King's absence as much as they thought they would. Not even Charlotte. They were so focused on the wedding, and the Princess' happiness, that they failed to feel anything nostalgic about him.
The moment the music ended, and everyone stopped singing, Charlotte made a curtsy and Benedict bowed his head before George and the Queen, who were now standing side by side. The Church bells started ringing loudly against all ears. After that, the two locked arms, with wide smiles on their faces, and started to walk down the long aisle, and out of the church. They nodded and smiled with gratefulness at all guests that cheered congratulations and their names.
"Is this really happening?" She looked at him with a smile on her face once they were at the church's door.
"Indeed, my love," he said with a smirk, and a wink.
And so the adventure began.
The End
(Benedict's Wedding Upper Attire)
(Charlotte's Wedding Ring)