Wedding

Ava’s POV

Ok so a wedding was not part of the plan, but then again neither was Ash being caught. I have no idea what the wedding will look like or why the king is rushing it so much. I have been washed and worked on by an array of women, plucking various hairs and applying all sorts of lotions and scents. I fought them a bit at first, but eventually gave in to their insistence. I have to say that my skin has never felt so soft and smooth before.
I stare at the dress in front of me. It is not white, but a creamy colour. It was the only one without a corset and so obviously the one I picked. It is mostly lace over a silky slip with pearls decorating the edges. The shoes I chose were dark red mini boots, they looked the most stable to walk in and I definitely do not want to trip over on the way down the aisle. I slip into the dress, carefully so that I don’t rip the delicate fabric. It hugs my skin tightly and thankfully the slip just covers my ass. It may as well just be lace with how much it is revealing of my body, but it is beautiful. It was not made for me, but it fits perfectly. I am helped into my shoes and then ushered back to sit down while the women twist my hair up elaborately, put make up on me and clasp on various pieces of jewellery. When I move back to the mirror, I hardly recognise myself. I look like an angel, but a tastefully slutty one. Everything matches perfectly, even my lipstick matches the shoes. A vail is attached to me and covers my face. I feel like Ash won’t even recognise me, but not because of the vail, I look so different from the girl he met on the dark road. I start to feel nervous and a bit too exposed in this dress as I am hurried out the door and towards the hall. I can hear that there is already music playing. I stop outside and try to calm myself down. Im wrapped in a gentle hug from behind and I turn to see my mother. She has tears in her eyes which she is trying to hold in.
“You look beautiful honey. I’m so happy I could be here to see this. You and Ash are meant to be.” She says as her voice breaks with emotion.
“Thank you, it means the world to me that you are here.” I say as she picks up the train of my dress.
I feel more confident now that she is here. I step into the hall and hear gasps from people around me, but before I can worry about them, I lock eyes with Ash. He looks back to his normal self, the beating he took mostly hidden. His looks so handsome in the suit and all dressed up, but that is not the best thing. The best thing is the look on his face. It is a mixture of shock, lust and absolute adoration. I quicken my pace. Eager to be by his side and make our love official.
I’m so focused on Ash that I don’t notice the ceremony starting.
“Princess Ava” the priest says loudly, breaking my trance. I turn to look at him and he repeats. “Will you Princes Ava Vladimere take Prince Ashton Loria to be your husband?”
“I will” I say with absolute conviction.
“And will you Prince Ashton Loria take Princess Ava Vladimere to be your wife?” The Priest asks Ash.
“I will” He says proudly.
“Then I pronounce you man and wife. You may kiss the bride.” The priest announces.
Ash leans in and kisses me gently, but I can feel his desperation to do more. I know he is being respectful for the audience. He pulls me back up and I turn to take in the crowd for the first time. There are hundreds of people packed into the hall, all standing watching and applauding us. There are a few faces I recognise from the ball, but most are unfamiliar. I start to feel a little sick at the thought of so many people watching us, but Ash takes my hand and I feel reassured. Ash and I walk back down the aisle to leave, but the king’s voice stops us.
“Thank you all for attending on such short notice. There will now be dinner and dancing in the ballroom.” His voice is more like an order than an invitation and I resign myself to having to wait for my time alone with Ash.
We head to the ballroom, being congratulated by various strangers on the way. There is an exquisite banquet laid out on the table including a gigantic 5 layered chocolate cake, decorated with white chocolate and berries. My mouth immediately starts to water as I practically pull Ashes arm off to get to the cake.
“We should probably wait to cut the cake later” He whispers in my ear.
I let out a huff of disappointment.
“I believe you told me that patience is a virtue” He says and I smile at the memory of him all tied up.
“Fine, but I’m not eating anything else, I’m saving myself for that” I say.
“I can’t believe that on my wedding day, I’m getting less attention that the cake” Ash jokes.
“Well I can’t exactly save myself for you, you already took what I was saving” I say.
“I remember, but I want nothing more than I want you right now” He whispers seductively in my ear and pulls me close. “We are going to have to dance, because I can’t possibly keep my hands off you.”
“I would love to dance with my husband” I barely finish speaking before he is kissing me and pulling me to the dance floor.
He holds me close to him and sways back and forth to the music. I press up as close to him as I can and whisper in his ear “I want you. I want you more than the cake. I want you more than anything else”. I feel the bulge in his trousers poke into me and I giggle to myself “I guess the feeling is mutual.”
“Oh please, that dress is so tight that I can see your nipples are erect too” he says barely audibly.
“Well then I guess we shall have to stay this close until we calm down.” I say, never wanting to leave his embrace.
“I doubt having you this close will help me calm down, but after seeing you in that dress, I doubt I will ever be calm again. You almost gave me a heart attack, all my blood rushed south so fast.” He says.
“It is a beautiful dress.” I say blushing.
“No, you are a beautiful woman, I have seen you naked, so I know the dress has nothing to do with it.”
I feel my face turning bright red and I burry it into his chest to hide myself. We dance in silence for a while. I still feel awkward and clumsy at it, but Ash is a good teacher and keeps me right. I just love the intimacy of it and the way we flow together with the music. Some other couples have joined the dancing, but no one tried to cut in or interrupt, probably sensing that we were too lost in each other.
A tap on my shoulder makes me jolt back to reality. My mother smiles sweetly at me. “It is customary for the bride to dance with her father and the groom with his mother. Since neither can be here, I would like to ask the honour of dancing with Ash while you dance with your grandfather.”
Ash gladly extends his hand to my mother. I am less eager to change dance partner, but I plaster on my fake smile and approach my grandfather. He dances formally with me, but never takes his eyes off Ash. I can tell he is suspicious and on guard. When the dance finishes I return to Ash, but my mother directs us to the cake. This time I have no objections to the interruption. I can’t wait to taste that cake. I’m practically jumping up and down with excitement as Ash and I cut into the giant cake. The knife glides down the cake easily, freeing a slice of moist chocolatey goodness. Ash takes a piece and holds it up to feed me.
Just then a loud crash outside draws everyones attention and to my great dismay, Ash drops the cake. We all freeze and listen intently. A guard enters and approaches the king.
“My apologies, but the unfortunately the party is over now. We are under attack, please everyone stay inside the castle, it is not currently safe outside.” The king announces and panic then ensues from the crowd.