Lazarus POV
I stand with the priest waiting for my bride. I do not think I have ever been this nervous about anything in my life. I am not anxious about spending my life with Willow. I am worried about being a good husband to Willow.
Willow will carry so much weight on her precious shoulders. Willow will be the queen of the fairies, a wife, and a mother. I know mother will help her, and so will I, but there are so many duties she will have to carry out on her own. I will make her life as easy as possible.
My mother comes down the stairs first. She is dressed beautifully yet conservative as always. She would never take the shine off of Willow today. Mother waits at the bottom of the stairs.
Willow begins her descent down the stairs, looking more beautiful than I could have ever imagi
