~J~ "Prince Jaxon," Harold said, knocking on the door and opening it. Jaxon looked up from rubbing his hands together and stared at Harold. He smiled at him and walked in. "London is prepared."
Jaxon stood up and grabbed his jacket. "Very well then. I guess I am too." He grinned at me and I patted him on the back. The two of us glanced at the mirror one last time before walking out of the door in front of every one else. Our father turned the corner next to us and stood beside Jaxon, who was smiling from ear to ear. Neither of us looked at each other but I could tell that he was filled with joy. Father patted him on the back and whispered something in his ear that made him smile even wider.
"Ladies and gentlemen," I heard Harold's voice say. "I present to you the Royal family." And the doors opened. The room was filled with close family members and friends, as well as a few lucky French people who were selected at random to attend the wedding. Jaxon walked ahead of all of us with a bright smile and waved to all of the publicists and news anchors scattered across the large room. I looked up to see people sitting above us in the balcony areas and some even stood around the doors to watch; mostly the workers who were supposed to be working on the reception. When we got to the end of the aisle, Jaxon stood in place where he was supposed to be and as the king, I was required to sit on my throne. I walked up the familiar set of stairs and sat down in my throne comfortably. My mother and father walked hand in hand to where I was sitting and they both stood on either side of me.
<sleeping at last- turning page> The doors opened again and there was Gin and Jaxon's friend Levi. Like normal, they walked down the aisle together while everyone gawked at their very presence. I hard a few mumbles of how gorgeous the bridesmaid dresses were as well. This made me roll my eyes and place my head in one of my hands. It was ridiculous how much these things meant to the wedding ceremony. This went on for awhile.
Finally, after all of the bridesmaids and groomsmen walked down the aisle, it was my turn to go back and walk down with Chanel. I chewed on the inside of my lip and rose to my feet. The room grew quiet as I walked down the steps slowly and the people watched me carefully, waiting to see who would walk with me down the aisle I suppose. I could hear my own footsteps at this point.
When I got to the beginning of the aisle again, I turned my back so that I was facing the audience now. Harold opened the doors and I could hear many gasps around the room.
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Chanel slid her arm through the gap between it and my torso and held my bicep firmly. All of a sudden camera flashes started coming from every direction and I let out a soft sigh. There were cameras everywhere recording for the entire world and taking pictures all at the same time. We walked slowly down the aisle to the music without actually looking at each other. She tapped me softly with her finger and I looked down at her for a second. "Yes, love?" I whispered. She looked around the room and mouthed, Don't let me fall in front of all these people.
