The wedding is taking place in the massive ballroom just beyond the throne room. Talia and her father wait in the entranceway and Talia can hear the sounds of people chattering inside. The twins had led Marie to her seat and were not back yet to carry Talia’s train. The nerves are back, but they are not as intense as before. Still, her father holds her hand tight and she feels reassured knowing he is there.
“It’s almost time.” He whispers as the twins come back and take their places behind her. She feels the gentle tug as they pick up her train. The chatter stops and the music begins. “Are you ready?” He asks.
Talia hands one of the guards her bouquet and she flips her veil over her face. She retrieves the flowers and holds them against her stomach as she had practiced many times when
