The door to the bank swung open before the King and mother had a chance to leave surprising us all. What was
more surprising was the procession of nobles that wondered in, chattering away and began eating food from the
banquet tables laid out around the edges of the room.
"What is the meaning of this?" asked the King, "The reception isn't until after the Wedding!"
"What do you mean? We've just sat through a wedding!" it was Sir Gonzales, a noble in fathers court and an
older gentlemen with poor eye sight.
It was then I realized that their was only one church in Molossia and our very own blushing bride had just
been wedded there!
"Haha it looks like you won't be getting married today after all!" Morgana gloated as she and Maedel dug in to
the buffet we hadn't had time to notice before. "Those two are so a like with their love of food," I thought,
tutting at their lack of manners and use of utensils. Perhaps I'd be the same if I had their metabolism but
even the smallest of treats went straight to my hips, thighs and tummy.
The King busied himself trying to explain to the stubborn guest that they had sat through the wrong wedding.
To their credit, they did think that the ceremony went awfully fast with the happy couple urging the minister
to skip large chunks. They also seemed to think the couple bore little resemblance to the couple that were
supposed to be wedded. Still, they refused to believe that such a royal blunder could occur! Such a mix up was
unheard of in the Kingdoms! Some muttered that if it was going to happen it would be in Molossia and I felt
myself sharing that sentiment. Molossia always was spoken of as a bit of a joke but the West Kingdom was
highly respected so it made the whole farce seem much less believable. I sincerely hoped that this wouldn't
hurt West Kingdoms reputation too much. I thought to myself we could end this charade now and have Prince
Andrew return to take the West back but if these nobles saw my brother transform from a buxom elf maiden to
his true self it could be just as damaging. I could imagine the rumours already - King Andrew loves to cross
dress, the new King Andrew wishes he were a Queen, King Andrew - a elf girl on weekends! It would be
incredibly embarrassing and after seeing Andrew/Arns behaviour the past days I wouldn't be surprised if those
rumours became truths if he were to become King.
My thoughts were interrupted as it seemed the King was taking control of the situation and getting the guests
to listen en masse and start making their way back to the church. I had to do something right away or this
would all be for naught. I turned to Morgana and said the words I already felt guilty for "Morgana, please
transform my mother the Queen."
Her eyes were wide, her mouth dropped. Maedel dropped her plate. Arn stood there a sad, ashamed look across
her face. Not ashamed of me, I knew. Ashamed she wasn't brave enough to stop the Wedding herself. It seemed
her changed had really mentally changed her from the man she used to be or maybe just damaged his pride.
Eitherway, he did not object. Morgana nodded okay, giving me a smile that was more of encouragement than her
usual smile filled with mischievousness. She raised her arms and zapped mother.