Lauralye rested her head on his shoulder as he took her hand.

A month passed and everything was sorted out. Their wedding was to be that morning and their coronation was to be that afternoon. Lauralye lay on their bed in her wedding gown, feeling ill. She had boiled it all down to her nerves. She loved Robert and she loved her country but this was all a bit crazy.  She sat up and looked at one of her maids and smiled, "Alright... Tell them I'm ready."