Weddings are always stressful. So much planning and preparation to make the day as perfect as can be, and in the end something always manages to go wrong. Royal weddings are a whole other matter entirely. Not only does everything have to be impeccable, but there is absolutely no room for hiccups on the day. Anybody who's anybody would attend, and everyone would be watching. It was the most anticipated event happening in Goldcrest and pressure had fallen onto every family member to ensure that everything went smoothly.<br/><br/>Prince Elijah Winfield couldn't be happier to indulge in such attention, his wedding was the last step before he could take over the throne from his father and finally become the king that he had been preparing to be for his whole life. Now, the family had been hosting events for him since he was 18 - ladies would arrive and talk his ear off for the evening, all in the hopes that he'd choose them to be his wife. But no one ever seemed to really take the Prince's fancy, at least not for a long term relationship. No, when he met his Princess-to-be it was entirely by mistake, and his mother and father weren't convinced at first. But the Prince could be a very persuasive man, and it didn't take long for the King and Queen to change their mind. And for the past year or so, the Royal wedding had been in planning. Of course, months of that planning was more of a test for dear Yvette Corfiser of Redwood. For the family had to make sure that she would be a suitable Princess and Queen. So the pair had been travelling around the Kingdom and making appearances at balls and festivities to gauge the reactions of the citizens.<br/><br/>And it seemed they had made it out the other side. Elijah could barely believe that after such a buildup, the wedding was over. It had been a long day of socialising and dancing, and he was somewhat drunk from the amount of toast's he'd been included in. He was thankful for the short carriage ride back to the castle, the cold air blowing through the window and slowly sobering his mind. After a moment of content silence, he turned to look at his wife, the corners of his mouth pulling into a small smile. "Are you tired, my love?" He asked, his voice quiet and gentle. His hand reached out to caress her cheek, before falling into the small gap between them, curling his fingers around her own. "Your first day of being Princess has been a long one."<br/><br/>[<a href="//www.creativefreedomrpg.com/memberlist.php?mode=viewprofile&amp;u=110294">@Muse</a>]