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I'm getting married tomorrow.

No matter how many times she thinks it, Thayet can't quite believe this is really happening. A large court wedding, something she had tried to avoid, has now become something with the power to make her smile as if somebody had just handed her her fondest wish.

That doesn't mean she's not nervous.

Escaping Buri had been rather difficult, but Thayet needs some time to think. The fact that she chooses the garden for her late-night wandering when Jon has been known to do the same is purely coincidental.

Right.

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Jon walks out into the garden, stopping for a moment to take a deep breath and appreciate the night's beauty. He glances over the garden, admiring the extra work the gardeners have done to prepare for the wedding.

He catches a glimpse of movement out of the corner of his eye and grins in recognition.

"Couldn't sleep either, my love?"

"Buri is behaving much like a mother hen," she comments lightly, peaking at him from around a small hedge. "One would think tomorrow is a special occasion."

He leans down and peers back around the hedge at her, making his eyes wide and round.

In a high, squeaky voice, "Isn't it bad luck for the groom to see the bride before the wedding?"

He grins and ducks to avoid getting thwapped.

Thayet is about to become queen. She does not thwap. She might, however, pull a few leaves off said hedge and sprinkle them over Jon's head.

"I suspect the fates will forgive us this travesty. Especially if they have any idea what the palace has been like recently."

He drops his head and groans dramatically, leaves cascading off over the ground, something that will not please the gardeners.

"Mithros, I'm sick of people. Remind me again whose idea it was to have an enormus state wedding?"

"As am I," she says with a smile that assures him he is not included in that statement. "Idea? You know, I'm really not quite sure. Tradition again, I suppose."

Walking around the hedge, she slowly looks up at him, hands twisting in her skirt.

"What if the people don't care for me, Jon?"

He steps towards her and puts his hands on her shoulders.

"Impossible. Absolutely impossible." He pulls her in and wraps his arms around her, holding her close.

"Besides, I'm the king. If anyone says anything, I'll have them arrested." He pulls back and grins evily.

"You would not," she protests despite the smile on her face. "I want to be a good queen, Jon. Like my mother."

The last is added quietly as she sighs and brushes his hair back.

"It will be nice to put some of our plans in action."

"You will be, of that I have no doubt."

He smiles down at her. "It will indeed. We are going to drag this country into the future, kicking and screaming if necessary."

He leans down and presses his forehead to hers. "I have to say, though, I'm having trouble concentrating on anything but tomorrow night." His voice is a low rumble.

Her eyes widen. Clearing her throat, she tries not to look relieved at his words.

"It has been rather difficult," she whispers. "At least you know what to expect?"

Forgetting to breathe, she watches his mouth, appreciating the shape of it.

He reaches up and takes her face in his hands, stroking her cheeks lightly with his thumbs.

"Not in the least." He leans down and kisses her lightly on the forehead. "No one else has ever made me feel this way." There may be a slight tremble to his hands.

"No one else has made you wait this long," she points out, teasingly.

Lifting on her toes, she gives him a soft kiss.

"I'm excited. A tad bit scared, but mostly excited."

He grins at her. "That's true."

He captures her lips again, kissing her a bit more deeply, before pulling back and giving a soft sigh.

"You never need to fear me. It will be wonderful, and I'm planning on taking things very slowly." His voice drops to a slow drawl.

"I'm not afraid of you."

Indeed, she is looking forward to it quite a bit. It's the possibility she might disappoint him that worries her.

One perfectly shaped eyebrow arches. "How slow?"

He leans down, his lips barely brushing her ear.

"Very slow."

He pulls back slowly, his lips just touching her skin as he moves. He meets her gaze and smiles slowly, sensuously.

One hand slides from shoulder to chest, hovering over his heart and feeling the heat of his skin through his shirt. She smiles, and maybe she's still innocent, but she's not entirely naïve.

"You, sir, won't last until the final toast."

After brushing a quick kiss to the side of his neck, she moves deeper into the shadows, smiling to herself.

He gives a low growl and moves after her, catching her and wrapping his arms around her.

"You can't escape that easily."

She laughs huskily, turning to rest her hands on his cheeks and pull him closer for a kiss.

It's not quite like any kiss she has ever given him. Long and intense, it's full of the knowledge that tomorrow she'll be his, he'll be hers and that will be the start of even better things.

Resting her forehead against his, she smiles.

"I should go in," she says quietly. "But I shall see you soon."

He returns the kiss, the hint of surprise at it's intensity melting into the sensation. As she pulls back, he feels almost dizzy.

"You will. And for always after."

"That's a pleasant thought to last until tomorrow."

Smiling happily, she squeezes his hand one last time and returns to the path.

Not much longer now.

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