Kathy and the blond maid went to help Roselyn to style her hair. She wore a floral tiara to complete the whole look. When she looked at herself through the mirror she realized that saying she looked stunning was not enough to describe how much she felt beautiful that day.

After her hair was styled, her make-up was done and her look was planned she was ready to go. Roselyn looked at herself in the mirror one last time while her eyes filled with tears. She couldn't believe she was finally marrying the man she loved.

Abigail embraced Roselyn from behind seeing her eyes fill with tears, and spread her arm toward Sharon to indulge her to join a sisters hug but as predictable she didn't.

After few minutes they existed from the changing room.

Piano slow music started to play and John made his appearance. He was raching out for a woman's arm as she accompanied him to the altar.

The woman who walked with him toward the altar was a lady that Roselyn barely remembered, the one who was arguing with him the day they first met. She must be important to him since she was one of the few guests John invited.

Beside her, John invited Lord Victor and few more people. Roselyn invented only her family and Kathy, in addition to some distant relatives.

Lucky for the Royal couple, and the sake of the marriage, Lord David didn't show up. Maybe he was lying when he claimed that someone extended their invite.

John reached the altar and turned around to see the bridesmaids finding their ways toward the altar. Abigail and both the maids were carrying flowers with a firm stature, they were slowly walking toward the altar with a big smile on their faces.

On the contrary, Sharon seemed lost, she was looking around in the search of something or someone specific.

The bridesmaids reached the altar and all the few guests turned around, holding their breath while the music began to play a new song.

It was time for Roselyn to make her entrance.

She could feel her heartbeat accelerated and beating so strongly inside her breast that its pulsing was echoing through her veins. Her legs began to shake while a thrill danced through her spine.

Roselyn swallowed hard to fight the imminent nervousness, and took a long breath. When she was ready she finally walked inside.

John's heart exploded in his chest when he saw how gorgeous his wife looked. He felt a tingling odd feeling that was disturbing his stomach. John had never felt that way before. Like if he was looking at the most beautiful girl he had ever seen before. At each step she walked closer he was a little more excited and she had to work hard not to feel emotional in front of that sight.

When she reached John and the priest the couple smiled at each other, a sparkle in their eyes flashed before they turned over to face the priest with a wide smile on their face. John placed his hand over Roselyn's back while they heard the priest beginning to give his long speech.

John's hand from her back lowered in the search of his lady's hand, when he found it he held it.

"Speak now or forever hold your peace."

At that request Roselyn's heart skipped a beat when she remembered about Lord David. What if he suddenly appeared out of nowhere just to ruin the best day of her life?

The lady shut her eyes in anxiousness as she mentally hoped nobody would speak.

Few instants passed and Sharon's eyes kept darting around, her right foot was tapping a nervous rhythm against the marble floor. Ginevra glowered at her daughter to slap her knee to keep her calm.

Nobody spoke and Roselyn gave a breath of relief when the priest began to spoke again, from the corner of her eye's she could catch John's lips curving into a subtle smirk.

Roselyn frowned her eyebrows wondering why he was suddenly smirking but she let the matter drop as soon as she heard the priest speak again.

The priest then blessed the couple, joining their hands together, and proceeded to ask, "do you take Roselyn Clayton as your lawful wife, to have and to hold, from this day forward, for better or for worse, for richer or for poorer, in sickness and in health, to love and cherish until death do you part?" the priest finally asked and Roselyn unconsciously held her breath, like if she wasn't fully sure of the obvious answer.

John's voice echoed in the room in a smooth sound, "Yes. I do."

He looked at Roselyn in a way he never looked at anyone. Roselyn returned the smile and bit her lips not to smile like an idiot in front of the priest.

"Do you take John Waldburg as your lawful husband, to have and to hold, from this day forward, for better or for worse, for richer or for poorer, in sickness and in health, to love and cherish until death do you part?"

Roselyn turned her head to the side to look at him, "yes I do." She replied trying to restrain the desire to kiss him for the impatiency.

Abigail gave the bride's ring to the priest, who blessed it and handed it to the groom. John gently slipped the ring on Roselyn's finger. Right after she returned the gesture.

"You may kiss the bride," the priest said. John turned around to look at Roselyn, he smiled as he grabbed her neck leaning her head closer to his. Roselyn closed her eyes and he did the same.

He locked his lips on hers and gave the most passionate kiss he could give. His hand moved toward her back as he made her arch behing while she went for a more passionate kiss.

The few guests shared a giggle, they had never seen the Royal couple kiss in such an untraditional way. The only one who wasn't smiling or enjoying the scene was Sharon who scoffed noisily after having seen the King kissing his wife deeply.

Sharon's eyes filled with tears when she realized that King John truly loved Roselyn and that her sister was having the life she always wished to have. There was nothing she could do now, rather than stare at her sister be happy and live the dress, her dream.

A tear ran down Sharon's cheek and Abigail dropped her mouth seeing her crying.

"I can't believe you are feeling sentimental!" Abigail exclaimed and Roselyn showed a plastic smile.

Another person who was feeling sentimental, but for real was Ginevra, Roselyn's mother. For the first time in a long time the smile she saw on Roselyn's face was real.

The royal couple smiled to each other, util John leaned closer to Roselyn's ear. The silence fell in the room.. The guests were probably curious to hear what he was going to whisper to his spouse.