Royal Wedding in Afalia [IC Thread/Invites Only]

[Afalia]

OOC Thread
This is a closed RP, only invited nations may roleplay. Please refer to the OOC thread if you feel like you've been missed out.

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Early Morning,
Saturday 27th July 2013,
Palace of Hope,
Central Blackdon,
Afalia



The Palace of Hope was an outstanding piece of architecture. Whilst the official residence of the King, the Blackdonian Palace, was centred on the outskirts of Blackdon to give His Majesty space for gardens and other luxuries, the Palace of Hope resided near the centre of Afalia's capital. From its towers, built in the early 19th century, one could look out over the bay of Blackdon and most of the city, admiring the sights and sounds which were given each day. It was also perhaps the calmest of the Royal residences, rarely occupied for long periods of time, except by visiting heads of state and the occasional stay by a Royal.

Today however that was all different. After the announcement of the engagement of Princess Amelia of Verena, the heir to the Afalian throne, to Prince Frédéric of Lyncanestria, the King had designated the Palace of Hope as the new official residence of his granddaughter. The Palace had been cleared of all tourists and temporarily shut off whilst the Princess and her small staff moved in. Following them were the hundreds of new staff Amelia hoped she would become accustomed to, who prepared, planned and checked all of the smallest and most crucial details which would go into the wedding. Princess Amelia herself had taken charge, along with her mother, of the larger details-the dress perhaps the most important aspect.

The wedding would begin soon and guests from a variety of nations would soon be arriving, least of all Prince Frédéric who was arriving later that morning from Lyncanestria. Amelia was overjoyed at her grandfather, the King's, private remarks regarding Frédéric-her future husband. Convention stated that she needed the King's permission in order to marry and he had happily given it. All of her family had liked Frédéric and the King had promised Amelia he would give her future husband a good title. Whilst the old Emperor of Lyncanestria had sadly passed away, Amelia was confident that the new one, Frédéric's cousin Emperor Samuel would like her.

Amelia was a little nervous as well of course. Her mother had told her a few nerves were good and ordered her not to worry. She looked out over the balcony of her bedroom at Blackdon below. Across the other side of the street a whole television stage had been constructed for the press and media of the world. Already Afalian news was broadcasting continuous coverage of the occasion from the spot across from the Palace. People from across the country and some from abroad were camping out on the streets to get a front row glimpse of the Princess as she went through the city to St. Nicholas' cathedral and as Prince Frédéric did the same. The country was excited-the Prime Minister had practically jumped for joy when he held his press conference on the matter.

Amelia was excited too. Excited and overjoyed at the prospect of her future life with Frédéric. Weddings should be the happiest day of your life, Amelia's mother had told her. The Princess was certain that it would be.

EDIT: Changed the date to Sat 6th July to bring up to date.

[Lyncanestria]

At the time he had proposed, it had seemed something so unreal. The prospect of living the remainder of his life with such an amazing woman like Amelia was a breathtaking idea for Frédéric. But here, now, just days from his wedding, the realness of it all was becoming an overwhelming sensation. In Lyncanestria, he often received many messages and letters, wishing him luck in his new life with Amelia, and even personal talks with his extended family, telling him that this event, his wedding, was going to be one of the moments in his life which he will cherish forever.

Frédéric knew he would cherish such an event. The moment at which he vows to dedicate the remainder of his life, through good or bad, to the lady who has taken his heart.

Although the primary wedding was going to be held at Afalia, a small ceremony is going to be held in his home city of Antenfoi. He had not partaken in any of the planning for said event, but by the way his parents were describing how the event was to unfold, it would be a grandiose occasion. But in regards to the wedding which would be held at Afalia, Frédéric had already been packed and ready to board a plane to Afalia days before the scheduled flight. But now, the day come, he reviewed his packed belongings, making sure everything was there, and then left for Afalia, his parents with him. The entire flight his parents talked and talked, his mom expressing how lucky he was to be with such a girl, and his dad telling him secrets to a happy and fruitful marriage. But Frédéric however, throughout the entire flight, could only think of how his life would be after he married; sitting in an Afalian palace, surrounded by his children as he read them a bedtime story, his beautiful wife at his side.

Yes sir, Frédéric was ready for the commitment of marriage.

[Afalia]

'Your Highness?'

Amelia turned her head away from the window to see one of her staff holding a rather official letter. She was still in a bit of a dreamlike state-Frédéric and his parents were arriving at the airport in less than an hour and in a couple of short days the marriage would take place. Amelia was consumed with a mixture of nervous energy, excitement and the purest happiness-her life with Frédéric was about to begin and she couldn't wait to spend it with such a wonderful man.

'Your mother is ready to leave,' the butler said.

'Thank you,' she said, and took the letter from the butler's hands. The princess strolled back over to the window and looked out down at the city before her. In the distance stood the Blackdonian Palace, the residence she would one day live with Frédéric in as Queen. The thought made her heart beat a little faster.

Amelia looked down at the letter. It bore the official coat of arms of the Cabinet Office, in particular the prime minister's office. She opened the letter up and took out the letter, handwritten by the prime minister. It contained congratulations and best wishes on Amelia's future marriage, the offer of a certain political honour for Frédéric, if he wanted it, and the announcement that the Prime Minister would be declaring the day of the wedding an official bank holiday for Afalia. Amelia smiled-it was a nice letter.

She made her way downstairs to the rather regal looking limousine which would take her to the airport. On one side of the car a little Afalian flag fluttered in the gentle summer breeze. Behind that the second limousine stood, the same model, size and make-a small Lyncanestrian flag was being attached, in preparation for Frédéric's parents to ride in. Amelia climbed into the front car next to her mother. Around them Royal army guards stood to attention and the special police cars started to move.

The drive to M.J.R International Airport was short with the traffic cleared quickly ahead of them. On the streets well wishers and Royalty fans waved in excitement as the Royal car passed through. Amelia, from inside the car waved back now and again. Soon they were pulling into the special VIP gate. Usually reserved for visiting heads of state, diplomats and military leaders, today the gate was docked with the flag and colours of Lyncanestria.

'It looks lovely,' Princess Natalie said, admiring the work of Amelia's Palace staff decorators.

'I hope it isn't too much,' Amelia said, almost in a whisper.

'I'm sure his parents will appreciate it-Frédéric too.'

In the distance the Lyncanestrian plane began to descend, coming in closer and closer to the runway. Amelia flicked a speck of fluff off her dress and breathed in deeply. Her perfect day was fast approaching.

[Lyncanestria]

The entire flight had been a relatively calm one for Frederic, thank God. And now, as his plane descended down onto the runway, he saw the Afalian and Lyncanestrian flags fluttering below; a message of friendship at the prospect of this new union between royals of our nations. Frederic buckled in, and when the pilot gave the okay, he grabbed his hat, which was the only thing he had brought aboard, and made his way off the plane.

As he walked down the stairs of the plane, he could faintly make out Amelia standing by the Terminal Gate, lavishly decorated in the Imperial and Royal colors of the nations. A small smile came to his face as he saw her there, looking probably the most beautiful; as he had ever seen her. Or perhaps that was just his subconscious telling him that--she is his fiancee, and in a few days, wife, so it's not a wonder she was radiating beauty to him just now.

There were some Royal Guards which were at the gate to greet him and his parents, as well as the Princess and an entourage of political figures and guards which stood behind her. But obviously, he made his way to her first, to greet her, "Amelia," he said taking her hand and holding it in his own, "you look absolutely ravishing today in that dress." If they were still courting, he most likely would've blushed upon saying that comment, but not anymore.

[Afalia]

Amelia didn't expect Frederic to approach her first, official greetings and etiquette usually getting in the way. She was pleasantly surprised when he approached her and held out her hand. He looked, as usual, very handsome, but there was also a certain new gleam about him, one she liked.

'Thank you Frédéric,' she said, playfully squeezing his hand. She lent in closer to whisper to him, 'I wish we could have some private time now, but unfortunately duty calls,' she said.

Amelia went forward, along with her mother and the rest of the gathered individuals to greet Frédéric's parents. Around them stood the guards, Princess Natalie, who Frédéric had already met and the Prime Minister and foreign secretary, amongst the many staff members, civil servants and other lower ranked men and women. Amelia, still holding Frédéric's hand, indicated the awaiting officials, 'Frédéric,' she said, 'You have of course already met my mother. I'm pleased to introduce you to His Majesty's Secretary of State for Foreign and Empire affairs, Mr. Jonathan Charles. And this is the Prime Minister, Mr. Christopher Kelly.'

Calmly the two men took turns shaking the hands of Frédéric, before the Prime Minister spoke, 'Your Highness,' Kelly said, in his most practiced diplomatic voice, 'On behalf of HM Government and the people of Afalia, welcome to our nation. You'll be meeting His Majesty later this afternoon if I'm correct in that Your Highness?' Kelly asked Amelia.

Amelia nodded and said more casually, 'Well meet my grandfather later.'

'Good. I am simply here to add my heartfelt and utmost congratulations to you. I hope we can become good friends,' the PM said. He avoided talk of further co-operation or diplomatic and political benefits of the marriage. Amelia had made clear to him that this was a marriage of love, not opportunity and Kelly understood.

'Time to go to the Palace,' Amelia said, smiling at Frédéric.

She led him, followed by the collective mass of officials, politicians and Royals to the limousine car. After Frédéric's parents were seated in the Lyncanestrian limousine, Natalie gave her daughter a quick kiss and climbed inside. Alone with each other Amelia and Frédéric sat down inside their own limousine as the convoy pulled smoothly away from the airport, towards the Palace.

'You look so handsome,' Amelia said, a little tongue tied.

[Lyncanestria]

Upon taking Amelia's hand and greeting her, he looked towards the other Afalian officials; the Princess Natalie, the Prime Minister, among a number of others. He let go of Amelia's hand for a small moment as Frederic went upon greeting the Afalian government staff as Amelia introduced them, or at least shaking hands with them, in order to not appear rude in the company of such esteemed individuals. A simple "Hello," with a handshake and small gesture of a nod to all of them.

But with the Prime Minister, the Rt. Hon. Christopher Kelly, he shook hands and a small exchange of words ensued. "It is an honour to finally meet you in person. I admire your valiant leadership in this last devastating war from which I hope this beautiful country and it's people will soon recover." A bit more courteous small talk followed, followed by another shake of hands before they parted. A limousine came round, the one in which Amelia and Frederic were to go to the Palace. Frederic, told the chauffeur not to worry about the protocol of opening doors and such, for he would take care of that. And after Amelia had given her mother a small goodbye kiss and left on another limousine with Frederic's parents, Frederic opened the door for Amelia and took her hand to help her up. Then he closed the door to the other side to get in.

Inside, the commotion and noise of jets and chatter finally began to melt away and Frederic and Amelia finally enjoyed some solitude.

"You look so handsome," Amelia said. Frederic simply smiled and took her hand before adding, "Not as ravishing as you do, Amelia," then he leaned in for a small kiss.

[Afalia]

Amelia leaned in and returned the kiss, a tender moment 'Thank you,' she said, in reply to the compliment, 'You're too nice,' she added, as the car sped along.

Waiting inside the Palace of Hope was the King-His Majesty King George, about to oversee the fourth Royal wedding of his reign and perhaps the most important. The death of his son, Amelia's father, had put the House of Blackdon and the very Afalian monarchy at risk. Even today there were only two heirs that would follow George, Amelia and her younger sister Laura, and the King knew well that he was old now, that death may not be that far away. He had been overjoyed and slightly relieved to find that Amelia was to marry and when the official letter of approval, allowing Amelia to marry Frédéric, had come to his desk, George had signed it with a smile on his face.

'Your Majesty, the limousine is drawing up now,' a butler said. The King, alert and active as ever, gave a gentle nod and dismissed the servant to his duties.

Inside the limousine Amelia looked out at her and Frédéric's new home, the magnificent Palace of Hope. Near the centre of Blackdon, it was surrounded by an acre or two of gardens, looking out over the bay and city. It would make an excellent home, Amelia thought. The large gates slowly opened as the crowds of well wishers, held back by barriers and Royal guards, screamed and cheered in excitement at the first appearance of the couple.

'Here we are darling,' Amelia said, 'The Palace of Hope. The King's waiting inside.'

The limousine came to a smooth stop and the doors were opened, allowing the Prince and Princess to step out into the summer sun. Excitedly Amelia ran round to the other side of the car and grabbed Frédéric's hand, 'I'm sure my grandfather will love you,' she said, confidently. But inside she knew what Frédéric must be feeling. She herself was nervous about meeting the Lyncanestrian Emperor, Samuel, soon to arrive in Blackdon for the wedding.

Behind them the limousine carrying Princess Natalie and Frédéric's parents pulled up and the company stepped out. Natalie led Frédéric's parents up beside the young Prince, and then gave a nod to the doorman. The doors of the Palace were flung open, revealing a Royal band of trumpets lining the hallway. Suddenly a fanfare signalled the start of the Lyncanestria National Anthem as they entered the Palace, and standing at the end of the hallway was the King, the Queen Consort alongside.

[Lyncanestria]

Frédéric helped Amelia out and locked his arms around his own. He and Amelia stood a few moments as they waited for their parents. As their limousine pulled up and his parents and mother-in-law to-be stepped out, he made a small nodd gesture towars them before turning back to Amelia and walking towards the palace.

The palace doors opened, revealing to his surprise an orchestra playing the national anthem of his fatherland. He was proud of being a Lyncanestrian--For God, Emperor qnd the Fatherland!--but now, with this marriage, he would have to surrender all his royal and noble titles of Lyncanestria and forfeit himself and his descendants from the Imperial succession (he is currently 23rd) and the Ducal succession (currently 1st in line, as he is son of the current Duke). But he knew deep in his heart this decision he had chosen to make, marrying Amelia, would be one he would never regret--even in the afterlife.

However, now, instead of continuing to waste his time dreaming of his former life in Lyncanestria, he had one thing in mind: meeting the Afalian monarch and future grandfather-in-law, HRH King George Blackdon.

[Afalia]

His Majesty stepped forward towards the young man who would become his grandson-in law, a rather odd title. Formally and officially a title for Frédéric was still up for debate in the Blackdonian Palace. Whilst the young Prince would automatically, per his marriage to Amelia, become a Prince of Verena a Dukedom was in store, but for now the King was unsure where.

'Your Highness,' the King said, 'Welcome to the Palace of Hope. And welcome to Afalia.'

The King shook the hand of Frédéric. Though frail the King still possessed a good, firm handshake, something passed down from his father to him. He was conscious of foreign cultures and was never sure if a handshake was appropriate when meeting with foreign dignitaries and Royalty, regardless of the notes his staff prepared for him. None the less Frédéric returned the handshake and George smiled.

He approached the Duke and Duchess, Frédéric's parents and in turn shook both their hands, before finally giving Natalie and Amelia a quick kiss on the cheek as a greeting. As Lucia, the Queen Consort, began making pleasantries with Frédéric, the Duke and Duchess George stood tall at the end of the hallway and announced in his most regal voice, 'Your Highnesses, if you would like to follow us into the drawing room for some tea or whatever you would prefer?'

With that the King, Lucia by his side, slowly walked into the drawing room, decorated with gold, the Royal colours of orange and blue all over the walls.

[Lyncanestria]

Frédéric looked at Amelia, and leaned into her ear to tell her to wait for him as he introduced himself and greeted her grandparents. They broke their interlock of arms as Frédéric stretched out his hand to meet the King's. He had heard that the Afalian monarch had been ill in recent times, but this handshake between them showed no evidence of a feeble King. And just as His Majesty smiled at him as they shook hands, he smiled back at him--the man to whom he now owed for allowing him to marry Amelia.

He and the King exchanged a few words as they greeted each other and then he moved on to meet his parents. Queen Lucia, the King's consort, then also came up to meet Frédéric. In much the same manner he had greeted the King, he extended his hand, which was met in a handshake with the quern consort's own.

After having met Frédéric and his parents, King George then invited the Lyncanestrian visitors to follow him into a magnificent room adorned in Afalian colors and monarchic heraldry. He made his way to Amelia, who had stood by as her grandfather introduced himself. Frédéric held out his arm and Amelia did the same. Interlocked in arms, in the same fashion they walked into the Palace, they followed the King into the room.

[Afalia]

The King showed the Duke and Duchess to their seats whilst Amelia led Frédéric to a small sofa of their own, not breaking their locked arms. With the King and Queen Consort seated Amelia stood up to offer to get the drinks but George quickly shushed her and told her to sit down. A waiter of sorts entered the room and took the orders for the drinks, returning promptly with the real things. Once everyone had their drinks and the biscuits were passed round, an exchange of pleasantries began as the Duke and Duchess chatted with the King, Queen Consort and Natalie, whilst Amelia and Frédéric were left to chat between themselves.

Finally after around 15 minutes George took the final sip of his tea before placing his cup on a coffee table and turning to face Prince Frédéric and Amelia, and the young Prince's parents.

'Now I suppose we must talk about the wedding itself. It will take place this Saturday at St. Nicholas' cathedral, but I understand that a smaller ceremony will be held in Antenfoi in the Lutheran tradition. But of course that is your area Your Highnesses,' he said, with a smile to the Duke and Duchess.

'I have here the current 'running order', shall we say, of the day subject to changes and your approval,' the King said, taking from his jacket pocket six finely printed itineraries, the coat of arms of both the House of Blackdon and the Ducal House of Antenfoi.

'If you would all like to take a look,' the King said, as Amelia took her own itinerary. A part of her still hated the Royal management of her life, despite her own acceptance of her fate as Queen long ago. But whatever annoyance she had with the system she would one day inherit and lead it. Anything sour in her life now would be made better by Frédéric. She looked down at the itinerary.

-The Wedding of Her Royal Highness Amelia, Princess of Verena and His Royal Highness Prince Frédéric of Antenfoi-
-Saturday 10th August, the year of our Lord 2013-
8.30 Doors of St. Nicholas' Cathedral to open.
8.35-9.45 General congregation will enter and be seated in the cathedral.
9.45-10.15 Foreign royalty, Prime Ministers, high ranking officials, diplomatic corps and other official/political guests will enter and be seated in the cathedral.
10.15 The groom His Royal Highness Prince Frédéric and his best man will leave Viscount House for the cathedral.
10.20 Their Highnesses the Duke and Duchess will leave Viscount House for the cathedral.
10.25 His Majesty Emperor Samuel of Lyncanestria and accompanying guests will leave Viscount House for the cathedral.
10.30 His Majesty King George of Afalia, Her Royal Highness Queen Consort Lucia, Her Royal Highness Princess Laura of Afalia and accompanying guests will leave Blackdonian Palace for the cathedral.
10.45 Bridesmaids and pages will leave Viscount House for the cathedral.
10.50 The bride Her Royal Highness Prince Amelia and her mother will leave the Palace of Hope for the cathedral.
11.00 The marriage service will commence.
12.15 The procession of the carriage of the bride and groom will make its way from the cathedral to the Blackdonian Palace, accompanied by the Royal Guard, the King's Calvary Regiment, followed by the procession of the carriage of the King, Queen Consort, Duke and Duchess of Antenfoi and HRH Princess Natalie, accompanied by the Royal Guard and the Royal Blackdon Household Regiment.
12.30 The carriage procession will arrive at the Blackdonian Palace.
12.45-13.00 Foreign Royalty and other distinguished guests will arrive at the Blackdonian Palace.
13.15 The bride and groom, alongside their families, will appear on the balcony.
13.20 Royal Afalian Air Force flypast, 19 gun salute and the ringing of the St. Nicholas' cathedral bells.
13.25-13.30 The bride and groom, alongside their families, will exit the balcony.
13.30 Onwards Private celebrations to commence in both formal and informal settings as afternoon and evening progresses.

'So,' the King said, after time for reading had passed, 'Are there any problems, questions, queries or recommendations for changes. Let's discuss.'

[Lyncanestria]

Following the King, Frédéric and the rest followed him into the room and each took their seats. Frédéric and Amelia took their own off to the side. A man, a server or butler of the Palace, then walked in taking orders for their drinks and as about as fast he took them, he was back with the beverages. Frédéric thanked the man as he got his cup of hot cocoa and took a slight sip. It was a bit hot for him, but he didn't mind nor make fuss, the taste however, was exquisite; a cocoa that he had never tasted before. Could it be Afalian? Colombian or Ethiopian, perhaps? This cocoa had just become an extra reason why he would like living here in Afalia.

Frédéric and Amelia sat aside, talking their anxieties to each other about what was to be their big day in a couple of hours. What was to be their lives' happiest moment to shared with and viewed by millions. As Amelia and Frédéric talked, their parents and in Amelia's case, grandparents, exchanged worda as well when King George finally took out a neatly folded itinerary from his jacket's inner pocket.

It was the schedule for Frédéric and Amelia's wedding.

The King reviewed it for the Lyncanestrians and told them if they had any changes in mind. Upon reviewing said itinerary, the Ducal family could not find any schedule changes that they felt were needed. However, the Duke suggested that representing Lyncanestria, a platoon of the Imperial Guard and a squad of the Imperial Life Guards of Horse be allowed to accompany in the newly-weds's procession along with the Afalian soldiers.

Apart from that, no other suggestions were made.

[Afalia]

George nodded at the suggestion from the Duke and noted down next to the carriage procession section the changes from the Ducal family. Scribbling down the notes with a basic biro he added the words, 'Imperial Guard/Imperial Life Guards of Horse (Lyn),' before placing the pen down and turning to face the noble guests opposite.

'Excellent. If that is the case then there is nothing more to discuss. The other foreign guests should be arriving late tonight before the wedding tomorrow,' the King said, secretly praying that there weren't any flight cancellations or break downs, 'As the itinerary says Your Highnesses will be staying in Viscount House just down the road. I'll be staying in the Blackdonian Palace and Natalie and Amelia will be staying here in the Palace of Hope, where Amelia and Frédéric will eventually reside.'

The King realised he had referred to Frédéric only by his first name and not his title, but shrugged the mistake off. He turned to the young couple and smiled, 'I will not bore you with speeches, only wish you the best,' George said, 'And enjoy one of the happiest days of your lives.'

The King stood up and walked over to the couple, giving Amelia a kiss and shaking hands with Frédéric once again. When he was done he made his way back to his seat and checked his wristwatch. The time had gone by quite quickly and outside the sky was darkening, though the illuminating light of the world media, gathered outside the Palace, shone in through the windows. George stoop again slowly, sighing as he did so. He was old now, evenings made him naturally sleepy.

'Your Highnesses, if you would care to join Lucia, Natalie and me for a little supper we would be honoured. As for the happy couple perhaps it is best if we leave them now. They'll need an early night for tomorrow,' George said smiling, 'Until tomorrow, good night,' he said, giving a little wave to Frédéric and Amelia.

With that the King and his collected company and the Duke and Duchess exited the drawing room, leaving Amelia and Frédéric alone in each other's arms. In just a few hours they would wake up, in separate beds, to get ready for their vows of holy matrimony, before a lifetime of marriage and love.

'We're finally alone,' Amelia said, resting her head on Frédéric's shoulder, 'But we must be separate for another night,' she said.

[Lyncanestria]

All formal business having been taken care of, the groom's parents stood from their seats and again did handshakes with the Blackdon family and said goodbye. They then followed the King amd his family out of the room, leaving the Princess and future Prince of Afalia finally in solitude. Sweet solitude not enjoyed since their last meeting-date some weeks back (with the exception of the brief drive from the airport to the Palace).

Now finally with some privacy, the to-be-wed couple sat there, Amelia resting her shoulder upon that of her betrothed Frédéric. "Finally, some alone time," said Amelia, or something along those lines. Frédéric couldn't agree more. And as he sat there, staring into the cieling, caressing her hair, he began to nodd. "Yes," he whispered faintly.

Tomorrow was to be the beginning of the rest of their lives together and as he traced the patterns that outlined the Palace's cieling, he thought of what would be their life here in this Palace. As he thought about their life together, immediately the thought of the British Queen Victoria came to mind. The love that she and Prince Albert shared is what came to mind as he thought of Amelia and himself.

"Are you ready for this?" he finally asked, quietly.

Meanwhile, as the final preparations were being finished for the Royal wedding, back in Lyncanestria, Frédéric's extended family was boarding a flight to Afalia. As Frédéric had no siblings of his own, he had often spent much of his childhood with his cousins, the children of the former Emperor William III. His cousins, as well as other family members, and their consorts would come to the wedding, them being:

• HI&RM Emperor Samuel I, consort Empress Sophie Élisabeth (maternal 1st cousin)
• HI&RH Prince-Imperial John Luke, consort Princess Louise Therése (same)
• HI&RH Princess-Imperial Florence, consort Count François Nicholas (same)
• HI&RH Prince-Imperial Philip, consort Princess Anastasia (same)
• HG Prince Thomas, consort Renée LeClaire (paternal uncle)
• HG Prince Louis, consort Adelaïde d'Oustret (paternal 1st cousin)
• HH Duke Théodore, consort Duchess Isabelle (1st cousin, once removed [his father's cousin])
• HG Prince Jean-Charles, consort Béatrice Thiérrouy (same)

They got all onboard their flight and as soon as it was ready, the plane took off. The wedding was tomorrow and these people, they who held Frédéric in high esteem and viewed him in a positive light would not think of missing their kinsman's marriage.

In another plane that took off from the nearest military airbase at around the same time, the Lyncanestrian army units that would take part in the post-ceremony parade began making their way to Afalia. They were the Emperor's Ist Regiment of Imperial Guards, 2nd Platoon and the Emperor's IIIrd Life Guard of Horse Regiment, 1st Squad (without their horses, of course). Each detatchment with sixty men, including a detatchment commander. They would participate alongside the Afalian soldiers in full ceremonial uniform, which was stached for the time being.

Everything for the big day was falling into place exquisitely.

[Afalia]

'Are you ready for this,' Frédéric whispered.

Amelia breathed in deeply and sighed. She was nervous of course. Her nerves had been steadily growing since the official announcement of the engagement from the Palace when it suddenly became clear to her, that the eyes of Afalia, Lyncanestria and the world would be on Frédéric and her tomorrow and from then on as each milestone in their life occurred. She had grown up with the fact she would inherit the throne, something she felt prepared for, but the wedding had made her realise how close she was to that moment. And it scared her. But those scary thoughts were quickly dispelled by the warm comforting feeling of Frédéric caressing Amelia's hair.

She turned to Frédéric and kissed him on the cheek, 'Yes, I'm ready.'

They talked for an hour more, until it was dark outside. Then finally, though it made Amelia sad, they kissed each other good night and parted ways. Amelia and her mother to their rooms upstairs. Frédéric and his parents left for Viscount House just down the road. Amelia prepared quickly for bed and got in, reading a little to try and relax herself but it no use. Her stomach was full of butterflies, some nervous, some excited and joyful.

She sat up in bed and prayed to God for the happiest life with Frédéric, but she already knew that this was a definite. God had given her a perfect man to share her life with, one she cherished and loved just as much as he did for her. Amelia thanked God, turned off her light and lay down in bed to try and rest. It was difficult at first but finally in the early hours sleep came to her.

Saturday 10th August
Palace of Hope,
Kingwalk, Blackdon
Afalia

The sun rose early as it did on summer mornings. Across the capital citizens who would usually lie in got up just a little bit earlier than usual, a sign of dedication from the people towards their monarchy, one of the youngest in the Western world. The world press and media gathered and began their live broadcasts. The foreign and domestic guests who had arrived in the evening and overnight prepared themselves for the wedding and reception. And at the Palace of Hope Amelia arose early and surveyed the bustling capital beneath her balcony.

On the television ABC presenters frantically made predictions regarding her wedding dress, the musical choices, guests and the political and diplomatic discussions and deals which would go on amongst the gathered allies of Afalia when they weren't celebrating the day. It was quarter to seven and in almost ninety minutes the first guests would begin to be seated in St. Nicholas' cathedral, crowds of flag waving Royalty fans, guards and press swarming its boundaries. Police, already lining the route of Amelia and Frédéric's wedding carriage stood guard with special new white gloves, whilst ordinary officers began stop and search and pre-emptive arrests of a few potential troublemakers. Inside the Palace Amelia's mother, already dressed in a purple dress, began to help her daughter prepare for the day.

At the Blackdonian Palace, the King, who had risen early, as he often did, was already dressed in his uniform as Commander-in-Chief of the Afalian Armed Forces. He applied his insignia and signature on the official letter giving Frédéric his Royal Afalian title. At seven o'clock the letter was released by the communications office and soon made its way onto the television and radio stations. Frédéric's official title, once he married Amelia, was to be: His Royal Highness Frédéric, Prince of Verena, Duke of Denlan, Earl of Kingwalk.

[Lyncanestria]

The sun began setting and darkness started to take over the sky. Frédéric and Amelia kissed each other goodbye; the last kiss they would share until tomorrow where their next embrace would be done in front of cameras for millions. They said their goodbyes and then parted ways, Amelia would stay here as he left to the Viscount House, from where he was to leave for the Cathedral tomorrow.

Arriving at the Viscount House, he found that his invitees, his cousins and other family, was already there to spend the night as they were to leave from that house tomorrow morning. They had landed and arrived as he was at thw Palace of Hope with the Afalian royals. Frédéric was welcomed by his kinsmen and wished good luck for his big day tomorrow and then they left for their rooms and went to sleep.

Frédéric himself though had difficulty falling asleep as an army of butterflies swarmed his stomach. To his suprise however, he managed to fall asleep, as the next thing he knew was his room's door was being knocked on by his parents telling him he was running late. And he was, he had a little less than two hours before it was his scheduled time to leave. He got up and prepared himself for his big day.

[Afalia]

Amelia sat on her bed, nervously twiddling her thumbs. Just down the road in the distance the large metal gates and wooden doors of St. Nicholas' cathedral were being opened as the general congregation of guests, including notable famed individuals and celebrities, large contributors to Afalian society and the world. Amelia wasn't due to leave for over two hours. Her dress sat ready in the corner of the room, untouched for now in case she creased it.

Her mother ran in and out of the room, followed en mass by staff members. Amelia sat watching the television and thanking the occasional well wisher on her or her mother's staff who came to her door, as the hours ticked by, her excitement growing as the general guests were followed by the cabinet ministers, the Prime Minister, diplomats and foreign leaders, followed in turn by foreign Royal families.

'Hello sis.'

Amelia looked round as her sister, dressed beautifully in a light pink bridesmaid dress, 'Morning, not going to steal the show from me, are you?'

Laura flicked her back in a jokey fashion, 'I'll try not to darling,' she said, the sarcasm obvious.

Amelia laughed and beckoned her maid of honour to come sit down next to her. Laura obeyed and gently, mindful of her dress, sat next to her sister. The television cameras were now broadcasting outside the Palace, the wedding carriage just glimpsed in the distance by the media. Royal Guards from the army, with a few navy and air force representatives in there too, waited. In Viscount House Amelia had heard that Frédéric's extended family had arrived safely, alongside their military units which were to stand alongside Afalian armed forces and ceremonially escort their carriage to the Blackdonian Palace.

The television cameras flicked again to outside Viscount House. It was almost a quarter past ten and Frédéric and his best man were due to leave soon. Laura stood up and flicked the television off.

'You're not to see him until you're inside the cathedral,' she said, 'Tradition.'

'Royal weddings are different.'

'Well it's mother's orders too,' Laura said.

On cue Princess Natalie entered the room, stopped and smiled at her little girl. She went over and hugged Amelia silently once more, 'Time to get you into your dress,' she said.

[Lyncanestria]

Although originally running behind, Frédéric managed to quickly take his shower and get dressed in his military uniform in time for his exit with few minutes to spare. He finished up by combing his hair and putting on just a slight bit of cologne as a last touch-up to his wedding attire.

As soon as he was to leave the Viscount House, his parents pulled up behind him. "You alright, kid?" his father, the Duke asked.

Frédéric was awfully nervous, but he forced a smile and replied with "Yes, I'm just a tad bit nervous."

Obviously, his parents saw thtough that faked smile. His mother interjected, "Don't be nervous," she began, "today it's just you and Amelia. Don't bother with anyone else. So put on a smile on that face and get out there and marry the girl of your dreams."

His father nodded in agreement and added a few more tips of advice before some Afalian solsiers began to call for Frédéric and his best man. His parents embraced him one last time and bid him good luck. Then he was off.

He got inside the carriage alongside his paternal first cousin Prince Louis, his best man and made his way to the Cathedral. (I'm making it so that Prince Louis is not married)

[Afalia]

It was almost ten to eleven. Amelia stood by the door of her wedding carriage, preparing to get in. By now Frédéric, his family and the King, the Queen Consort and Princess Natalie were waiting for Amelia's arrival inside the cathedral. The low murmur of crowds waiting outside the Palace gates reminded Amelia of the moment approaching. This would hardly be a private affair but Amelia knew as soon as she aw Frédéric all her fears would disappear in place of joy.

With no brothers and the death of her father 21 years ago some debate had taken place over who should give Amelia away. Her mother was suggested but as usual some slightly more conservative Palace and Royal officials had reacted rather badly towards that idea. So Amelia turned to her cousin, the Duke of Granville, Nicholas, to give her away. Rather surprised at the offer Nicholas had accepted, for one could never refuse a request from the future Queen of Afalia and the empire.

In his role as a Lieutenant in the army Nicholas was dressed in full army uniform, sitting in the carriage, ready to give Amelia away to Prince Frédéric. He smiled at the sight of his cousin and placed his hand out for her to climb in. Amelia accepted and was lifted into the carriage by Nicholas. The door, layered with gold, was closed shut by a Royal guard before he saluted the two Royals inside.

'Here we go,' Nicholas said, beaming.

The carriage slowly puled out of the Palace, the large gates opening to allow passage through onto the oddly empty streets of Blackdon. The crowds cheered as the carriage, surrounded by the Royal guards mounted on horses and white gloved policeman, made its way slowly down Hope Strand towards St. Nicholas Cathedral. Before long the carriage was there, a red carpet lain out for the Princess and wife to be.

With Nicholas holding her hand Amelia stepped out of the carriage and walked slowly towards the doors, where two Royal guards and the local vicar who had given Amelia her spiritual teaching during her early years, stood smiling. The vicar, Reverend Lewis, gave Amelia a hug before the grand doors of the cathedral were opened and Amelia stepped in. The music began as she slowly walked towards the altar where Frédéric, Prince Louis, Princess Laura and the bishop of Blackdon stood.

[Lyncanestria]

Frédéric stood at the altar of the Cathedral, trying his best to appear natural and relaxed. When in reality, he could feel the eyes of the world poking him through each camera's lens, judging him and complementing him all the same. His cousin, Prince Louis stood beside him, wearing a much simpler attrire, a black tuxedo over a white shirt, blue tie and silver vest. Frédéric, however, stood wearing his military uniform, a colonel's formal dress outfit, color dark blue, with gold embroidery, such as accents, buttons and épaulettes. He wore several medals but not many and he held his formal red kepi between his arms. (pretend it looked like the pictures, but with changed details just described).

His parents sat in the front row of the chapel, alongside his kinsmen who took up the rest of the row and the next one. All of a sudden, the indistinctive chitchat and ehisprs of the crowd faded to nothing as the grand doors of the cathedral opened to reveal the Princess Amelia and the church's organ began to play Mendelssohn's unmistakable wedding march. A sudden rush of emotion hit Frédéric as she and her cousin, Duke Nicholas, who escorted her, began to make their way to the front of the cathedral. This truly would be the best day of his life.

[Afalia]

The congregation stood and turned as Amelia was escorted down the long hallway of the cathedral to the pace of the music. The length from the doors to the altar was about 100 metres but the Princess managed to maintain a gentle, elegant pace as she approached the altar where Frédéric stood so handsomely in his military uniform-medals and kepi included. Amelia smiled so brightly as she saw him, waiting for her at the altar. Nicholas' grip on her hand was lessening as they got closer and slowly the music, played on the grand cathedral organ, came to an end.

On the opposite side of the row from Frédéric's family sat Amelia's. Her mother was nervously twiddling her thumbs, but smiling, whilst the King, Queen Consort and the rest of the Royal family sat, beaming, crying or a mixture of both. Beside them sat all the bridesmaids, dressed in their light pink dresses. Amelia stepped up beside Frédéric, her veil blurring her vision ever so slightly, and smiled at him, desperate to kiss him. This would be one of the happiest, most wonderful and special moments in her life. Nicholas lifted Amelia's veil and kissed her before taking Frédéric's hand in both of his and shaking it furiously. He winked at Frédéric and whispered good luck to them both before taking his place next to the rest of the Royal family.

Amelia turned to Frédéric once more before the first beautiful hymn began, 'The Lord Is My Shepherd'. It would be just moments now until the ceremony would start and Amelia and Frédéric would be married.

[Lyncanestria]

Nicholas took Frédéric's hand and shook it, adding finally a, "Good luck" to the both of them before leaving and taking his seat. From his parents and Amelia's mother an overwhelming sense of anxiety radiated from their faces, mixed with a pinch of beaming joy as they tried fighting back their tears of happiness to no avail. He could not help but feel similarly anxious and extatic at the same time. But now, unveiled and beaming in beauty, Amelia reinforced his comfort.

Taking her hand, he gave it a small squeeze, simply as a way to reassure her should she be going through "wedding stagefright" or something, to which she squeezed back a little. He took that as an "I'm fine". Now, holding her hand in his, he turned to face the altar and the bishop of Blackdon proceeded with beginning the ceremony. His heart was beating at a very fast pace, and he could only help but wonder if it were the fact he was being watched by millions or that his love for Amelia would be now sealed forever in matrimony as long as they both shall live.

[Afalia]

The Bishop of Blackdon, the dean of the cathedral and leader of the Blackdon diocese, Harold Goode, stepped up to the altar to begin the ceremony. He smiled at the couple before him and admired the red carpet laid out down the cathedral, 'Dearly beloved,' he began, 'We are gathered here today, in the sight of God and in front of this congregation, to join together this man,' Goode said indicating to Frédéric, 'And this woman,' he indicated to Amelia, 'In Holy matrimony.'

Goode continued to speak, Amelia's heart racing as he came to the next part of the ceremony, 'Therefore, if any person can show any just cause why they may not lawfully be joined together, let them now speak, or else hereafter forever hold their peace.'

There was a brief ceremonial pause as the cathedral, it remained silent. Amelia squeezed Frédéric's hand once more as Goode resumed speaking, 'Frédéric Charles Guillaume, will thou have this woman to be thy wedded wife, to live together according to God's law in the holy estate of matrimony? Will thou love her, comfort her, honour and keep her, in sickness and in health, and forsaking alll other, keep thee only unto her, so long as you both shall live?'

[Lyncanestria]

Frédéric Charles Guillaume he thought. He had grown up in a mostly bicultural societ, where the French and English cultures formed an equal part of the national culture. But now, he thought about his name; the Bishop had pronounced his name as one would in French, but when he becomes an Afaliam citizen, he had decided that he would change his name to their English equivalents. Frederick Charles William. Yes he would.

But now, the bishop finished the question asked to him. To which he responded sternly and without a doubt in the world. "I do," he said, a smile appearing on his face just after having said that. He had now pledged himself to Amelia for life, through thick and thin 'till death do them part.

[Afalia]

Now it was Amelia's turn. The Bishop turned to her and once again asked, 'Amelia Agatha Joy, will thou have this man to be they wedded husband, to live together according to God's law in the holy estate of matrimony? Will though love him, comfort him, honour and keep him, in sickness and in health, and forsaking all other, keep thee only unto him, so long as you both shall live?'

Proudly Amelia replied, 'I do.'

Before God they had both vowed to be with each other for ever, through this life and afterwards. She squeezed Frédéric's hand once more, overwhelmed at her own happiness. She saw Frédéric smile as well. The Bishop smiled himself and looked out to the front row where Nicholas sat.

'Who giveth this woman to be married to this man?' Goode asked.

The Duke stood up and nodded towards the Bishop, 'I do.' The Bishop once more turned to Frédéric, holding Amelia's hand in his own. The young Prince took Amelia's right hand.

'Now repeat after me Frédéric,' Goode said, 'I, Frédéric Charles Guillaume, take thee, Amelia Agatha Joy, to be my wedded wife, to have and to hold, from this day forward, for better, for worse, for richer, for poorer, for sickness and in health, to love and to cherish, till death us do part, according to God's holy law, and thereto I give thee my troth.'