And just like that…it was the day of.
Just like that…I was a bride, and then a wife, with a tiara “borrowed” from Princess Anne’s collection and dropped off by “the queen” (there’s only one of you I own who can shift like THAT and I don’t ken how you got away with it, but thank you!)That tiara belonged to the late Duke of Edinburgh’s mother, a queen who had to leave her people, and he was a prince who had to leave his home and start again and the life of service he gave to his new country… Controversial though he was, and not without actions that seemed questionable at times, Prince Phillip was what I’d like to be here, so the connection to that…it means a LOT.
Just like that, I looked into my best friend’s eyes and we knew we were doing this for more than the wrong reasons that started this, then we rode off, and I changed into his, MY plaid, and we were off for dancing and celebration at our favourite place in the world.
Then we had the dancing… I would apologise but… You Were Warned by our caller when the ceilidh dancing started, and once you saw the injuries starting…
Uncle Alec gets out of the hospital later today, and he’s going to be just fine in about six weeks, Morgan’s just got to stay off her ankle, and I’m not too sure about the rest. I know Captain Royama’s got that super healing American DNA shite, so he’s probably recovered now, and Dr. Stephen could have charged for all the wrapping of limbs he did.
In other words, it was a fun, very Scottish and Starkhaven wedding. Assassins do ken how to party!
Then, just like that, it was the two of us, alone, together, for the start of our forever…
I think we’re going to rock this.