The day of the wedding finally arrived. Dahlia had her hands full trying to get the food arranged, the chapel set up, and watch young Diahl, who was a bit needy.
The groom arrived in the chapel to the sound of violins.
I should make one of my heirs learn to play violin, he thought as he walked up the aisle, glaring down his guests.
The lovely undead bride came in and took her place by her betrothed.
She was quite pleased. He was indifferent.
The couple exchanged vows in front of the guests brave enough...or foolish enough...to attend.
"I, Emelie VanGould, the Lady VanGould, the supreme vampire lady, do take thee, Breagadoir...I don't actually know your last name..."
"Let's just skip to the part where we say, 'I do,' shall we?" the prince suggested.
Cheering erupted as the couple kissed, perhaps caused by the knowledge that Emelie's lengthy vows had ended, and then the festivities moved next door to the reception.
The Lady VanGould took straight to the dance floor and showed the assembled masses that she could do more than ballroom dancing.
Someone had the nerve to make a snow angel right outside the chapel.
Breagadoir did not approve.
The reception was a joyous affair,
and Dahlia even made a friend.
And Breagadoir made her new friend into a toad.
"Don't worry, surely some foolish girl will think you'll turn into a prince," laughed Breagadoir.
Then he started a fire.
Which Argus Brown extinguished.
Immediately thereafter, Breagadoir was turning Chauncey Grimm into a toad.
"That look
toadally works for you," said the prince.
"Hey, what's the big idea?" asked Argus, foolishly standing up to the prince.
"You put out my fire," said Breagadoir, "and I'm very put out by that!"
But the three would-be foes banded together
to boo and jeer when Deedee Wynn entered.
However, Chauncey was later found chatting her up. "So would you believe I am really a handsome prince?" he asked.
"No," she replied. "Not really."
Emelie glared down Deedee and Dahlia as she walked up to her new husband.
Diahl had slept through the entire reception.
They will both serve their purposes, the prince thought contentedly as they slow danced.
