After months of endless preparation, the big day was finally here. Prince Levi of Beldonia was to be married to Lady Aiko in the Catholic Cathedral of Benry. The entire royal family, famous Beldonians and members of the Zhenghouan nobility were all in attendance. The cathedral choir was ready to sing as Aiko walked in. At the age of ninety-four, Archbishop Philip was going to perform the mass and wed the couple.
Levi, dressed in a morning coat and sporting a thin goatee, looked out at the public. All waited eagerly for him to marry his girlfriend of almost three years. He glanced at Harold Milner, his best man. Harold, in his military dress, grinned at him. "You ready?" he asked goodnaturedly.
"I guess so," Levi said. "I'm pretty nervous."
"Don't be," Harold said. "It'll be fine. You'll get married, and we'll all have a great time at the reception later."
"If you say so," Levi said.
"I do," Harold said. "Trust me."
Levi looked at the rest of his groomsmen. His brothers, King Reuben and Prince Simeon; brother-in-law, Baron Michael and his nephews, Princes Gary and Thomas. He looked at Aiko's bridesmaids, his sisters. They look nice, he thought. I wonder what Aiko's dress will look like. Elisabeth, who had helped Aiko with her dress, was keeping her mouth shut.
"She's coming!" shouted Anthony, one of Levi's second cousins. "She's coming!"
"Turn around, Levi," the king said. "Let's get it started."
