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The Royal Wedding
Summer 964 MC
Gerald walked down the corridor, a spring in his step, while Tempus padded along beside him. He paused at the double doors as one of the guards standing there knocked on his behalf. The door opened to reveal Sophie smiling at the sight of the old warrior.
"Is the bride ready?" asked Gerald.
"Almost," said Sophie, "I just have to adjust her hair."
"Why," said Gerald, "I thought it was all done?"
"It's the crown, it won't sit properly."
"It's my fault," called out Anna. "I forgot all about the silly thing."
"You'd best come in," said Sophie, opening the door the rest of the way.
Anna sat on a low-backed chair, looking radiant in her formal wedding dress. The warrior's crown, however, was balanced precariously upon her head at an unusual angle.
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