Lauralye walked down the hall to throne room where the wedding was taking place. She took as deep a breath as she could with her corset on as her maids fixed her veil, ensuring that her tiara sat perfectly on her head. She looked at the two guards who stood with their hands on the door, waiting, and nodded. The maids quickly stepped back as the doors opened and everyone in the room stood and turned to look at her. Lauralye held her flowers to her stomach as she walked to the alter to stand next to her husband to be.