I stand at the front of the old stone church watching her come up the aisle. Hers is the only face I see as she walks toward me on her mother’s arm. She’s utterly enchanting in the lace gown and veil. She’s perfect. And she’s about to be mine.
In the past two years, we’ve managed to help her mother get cleaned up. She’s now living in a nice apartment and has held down a reception job at a dentist’s office for several months now.
I glance at my parents, who are standing in the front pew, smiling at me. My mother looks like she’s going to cry, but not because she’s upset. She’s thrilled to have her son back, and last night she admitted that she’s excited to welcome Addison to the family. After I gave up my throne and went back to Boston, my parents followed me to talk me out of it. I was at the café with Addison when they found me. I was working with her behind the counter and we both had our books out, studying between customers. They were so impressed that their son was actually applying himself that their icy resistance to Addie started to crack right then and there.
Over the next week, they got to know Addison for the good person she is. They knew she left for my sake, to free me from my obligation to her, which meant she wasn’t some gold digger, but someone who truly loved me. They got to see us in our life there and how happy we made each other, and soon, my mum told us that we had her blessing. “Anyone who can get this one to work hard, has my vote.”
My parents apologized to Addison and begged her forgiveness, and being the princess she is, she forgave them on the spot. Since that time, the four of us have spent many an hour together, skiing, playing cards after dinner, even watching some movies. I’ve gotten to know them better than I ever have and I have to say, they’re actually quite likable.
When Addison reaches me, I take her hand from her mother’s and smile at her. Her eyes are glistening and I know she’s trying not to cry. Lifting her veil, I can’t wait. I lower my face to hers and kiss her like my life depends on it.
The vicar clears his throat. “Your Highness. We’re not at that part of the ceremony just yet.”
The crowd laughs and I just keep on kissing her, pulling her to me as though I haven’t seen her every day for the past two years. Finally, we stop and I look down at her.
“Should we do this?” she asks, glancing at the vicar.
“I suppose. I mean, we are all dressed up.”
***
The ceremony is a blur. I barely hear the words of the vicar or the people who do the readings. I barely notice anything other than the woman standing next to me. When we start our vows though, it’s like I’m suddenly more awake than I have ever been. I smile down at her and pledge my undying love, fidelity, and devotion to her in a clear voice so everyone in the church can hear. Then she does the same and I feel like my heart will burst with joy.
And before I know it, we are pronounced husband and wife.
I dip her and say, “Let’s show them how it’s done.” Then I kiss her again with everything I’ve got in me.
***
It’s late by the time the reception ends. Instead of retiring to a room at the palace, we drive up to the lodge so we can be truly alone for our wedding night. When we arrive, the snow crunches under my shoes as I carry her from the car to the front door. Opening it with one hand, I then lift her through the doors as we kiss some more.
“We did it.” She says, as I set her down carefully.
“We sure did.”
Turning her back to me, she says, “Now, you better get started on these buttons. There’s like a thousand of them and I need you to get me naked already.”
So I do.
Epilogue 2
Addison - Five Years later
It’s our fifth anniversary. I can’t believe we’ve been married so long already and I’m only now starting to get used to people calling me Princess Addison. Except at work. No one calls me that at the law firm here in Tanovia where I work. I put in two days a week pro bono, working on international civil rights cases.
Henry and I have two children, little Anika, who just turned two, and Charles, who is nearly four. If Henry has his way, we’ll be getting started on number three tonight. We’ve gone up to the lodge, just the two of us. The kids are tucked in bed back in the palace, safe and warm with their grandparents to watch over them. My mom lives at the palace as well. She hasn’t touched a drop of alcohol for over seven years, and we’ve never been closer. She’s happy, surrounded by love and acceptance here, which makes my life all the more complete.
Henry goes to get a bottle of champagne for us and I strip down to a sexy black bra and panty set with garters holding up my tights.
Henry walks in to find me standing at the foot of the four-poster bed. I smile as I watch his eyes grow wide. “You should go sit down for a minute.”
He sets down the champagne and glasses, then loosens his tie as he makes his way to the armchair in front of the fire. I wait until he sits down then saunter over in my heels and kneel in front of him.
I tug off his tie and set it aside, then slowly unbutton the cuffs of his shirt, then each button down the front until I reveal what I’ve been waiting for. His sculpted chest is exposed and calling to me.
He shrugs off his shirt, and I unbuckle his pants, freeing his waiting cock. I stare up at him as I lower my mouth over him, leaving a ring of red lipstick as close the base as I can get. I lick and suck on his smooth, perfect shaft as though I’m starving and this is the only thing that will satisfy me. Because it is. He is.
I bob my mouth up and down while I stroke his cock and rub his balls with my fingers. Gripping the back of my head, Henry is careful not to push me down. Instead he stops me.