"Ladies and gentlemen, this is the BVC. Today is the wedding of Lloyd, Prince of Wales, and Prince François Dauphiné. The broadcast will begin shortly. Please stay tuned."

François waited in the front by the Rabbi. They decided that they would do things not traditional to a Jewish wedding. They would still do the stepping of the glass, but Lloyd was going to come out last after everyone else.

Everything felt so bright. He never thought he would live this far to actually have his own wedding. He didn't think anyone would love him enough to marry him, but here we are!

"And now, it begins."

The church bells could be heard from outside. There were people cheering outside the castle and watching from their tvs. A choir of young children were singing a hymn. He tried not to cry seeing everyone there. His mother convinced him nobody would accept him, but everyone was here. The whole kingdom loved him. In the crowd he saw could see the guests of honor: the doctors that treated Lloyd during his coma, the old doctor, the young boy who found him and his family, celebrities, his favorite choir teacher, Lloyd's favorite math teacher from Freshman year, numerous world leaders, and the aunt of the Serbian boy. She was the most difficult to contact, but she was able to show up at the last minute.

Everyone stood up. François stood at his tallest, head up. He was expecting to cry, but when he saw him, the tears were a waterfall.

His groom came walking in, both parents by his side. He came with a pink crown, a bouquet of fresh daisies and pink peonies, and wearing a wedding dress. The dress was floor-length, puffy, sprinkling, and rose quartz pink. He looked like a princess. His face was covered by the veil.

François felt this childish joy that he couldn't explain. He wanted to run up to him and hug his skirt before he remembered he couldn't. He could see part of his smile in the veil. The rabbi was speaking to them, but they couldn't hear it. They just kept looking at each other. They were going to spend their whole lives together.

They skipped vows, it gets them nervous. Once they were able to, they kissed. They didn't make out, just a quick kiss. It was so lovely to see everyone cheering for them as they rushed into the golden carriage to wave to the crowd. They were so happy to see them. People threw flowers, one landing on Lloyd's lap.

"Are you happy?" François' voice was light. He couldn't stop touching his husband's face.

"Yes." He kissed him, hugging him close to his dress. "Are you, dear one?"

He chuckled, tears shining in his eyes. "Of course!"

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The reception started at noon and lasted well into the evening. The guests were served Korean and French dishes. For Lloyd's family, there was duck heart, eomuk, kimchi, and different things for the hotpot. Marcel felt so badass when the king fed him that black heart. For François' side, there was ratatouille, coq au vin, salad, and different meats. Both sides tried the other foods, and all were pleasantly surprised by how much they liked it. The couple, both in more comfortable suits, fed each other. They giggled as the other tried different foods.

After a while of eating, the dancing for the guests began. It was nice to see both families getting along. The couple watched with glee, sneaking kisses a few times. It felt so serious to kiss now, especially with everyone around.

"Hey! Get them!"

The two's chairs were picked up and brought to the dance floor. They couldn't stop laughing. Beom looked terrified as Ho belly-laughed, joining in a few seconds later. They were eventually put back where they were. They couldn't stop laughing. They watched on as the jewish men from François' side began to dance and jump around in tall hats, clapping their hands.

"Haha!" Lloyd was covering his mouth as the men stopped and wished them Mazel tov. "I got lipstick on you!"

François looked into the reflection of his wedding ring. It was much simpler than the engagement ring. It was a gold ring with a garnet in the center. Lloyd had the same thing, just that his ring was sliver. He saw bright pink kiss marks all over his flushed face.

"So cheeky!" François pulled him closer to kiss his face, stroking his combed hair.

From the corner of his eye, he saw the clock. It was time for their couple's dance. They both got excited as they stood in the center of the ballroom. Hand and hand, they danced to John Lennon's Oh My Love. It was a short song, but it was fitting. They kissed, cried a bit, and smiled when everyone stood up and clapped when it was over.

The crowd circled around and ran hand in hand. Marie joined, she knew her old roots. Lloyd and François were in the center. They danced together as the side of their sweaty hands touched and their legs ran. Some of Lloyd's relatives joined, even if they had no idea what they were doing. That's the beauty of it, after all.

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Just before dessert and cake cutting, the groomsmen and bridesmaids wanted to say their speeches.

"Let me start off by saying the food is to die for, guys!" The crowd chuckled as Valentino and Haruki spoke. "We're so thrilled to be here. You two are perfect for each other, we've never seen Lloydie so happy!" François smiled over at the other as they held hands. "François, me and Valentino are honored that our brother gets to be married to someone like you. For years, we've told him to look for a diamond instead of coal, and he's definitely found the shinest one. Thank you again, man." They both sat down as the applause died down. Charles rose up.

"I'm so honored to have been with you on this journey. Lloyd, I've known you since middle school. I've seen you go through those awkward moments of bad grades and crowds to the magnificent man you are now. François, I can't thank you enough for being with him and comforting us through all the hardships of war and illness. You've been a godsend, and we can't even begin to express our gratitude towards you. I hope you two have the happiest marriage there is."

Lloyd was getting teary-eyed as François hugged his shoulders. White stood up. He was crying before he even spoke. That made them smile a bit.

"I can't believe how quickly and beautifully this has gone. I remember talking to Lloyd about how to win François over, and I spoke with François on how to take care of Lloyd. And to see you two at your wedding, it's-" he wiped his nose with a handkerchief. The newlyweds felt their eyes water. "-it's a wonderful thing! I can't think of anything better than this! May God bless you both!"

Many of their soldiers and friends from the war spoke. Many of them didn't think they would live to make it this far. It was time for the bridesmaids to speak. Belle, the maid of honor, spoke first. She transitioned beautifully. Her hair was long, she lost weight, and she finally learned how to do her makeup.

"François, I'm so happy to have known you all my life. We've been friends since kindergarten after you comforted me when I cried for my mom on the first day of school." There were chuckles. "You've never changed your kind, endearing, and inviting demeanor during your life, and I'm so grateful for that. I know you've always wanted the fairytale love life we've seen in movies, and it's a delight to see you finally getting your wish. Lloyd, I know you'll take care of my best friend and make him the happiest man on earth. I thank you. I love you both."

Marcel stood up to sign his. Rose translated it for everyone. "Franny, I'm so proud of you! I've always wanted to see you happy and getting what you wanted, and you found what you were looking for. You found someone that's just right for you. You've given me my best friend." Lloyd's waterworks started up at that one. "I can't wait to see how the years are going to go, I think there's going to be a lot of laughter. Happy wedding day!"

François was crying as Lloyd wiped their tears. More speeches were done. Afterward, it was time for cake. There were two. One was a seven foot-tall strawberry cake. It was light purple and carefully decorated with flowers and patterns. The other one was a smaller, though still four-foot tall, vanilla, and chocolate cake with fresh fruit on the top. They cut the bigger one and fed each from the same piece and fork. They had other desserts. Again, cultures were blended. There was Kkwabaegi, Dalgona, ice hongsi, and bungeoppang. Lloyd's favorite was, of course, the hongsi. François made sure there was a huge triple-layer chocolate macaroon cake, orange-anise croquembouche with milk chocolate, vanilla-brown butter sablé cookies, and alsatian rhubarb tarts.

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In private, after the party, the parents and grandparents gave their speeches, it was tradition. They all sat in Lloyd's bedroom. The one with white hair's stomach hurt, he ate sweets for an hour.

"Your majesty, you may start first."

Beom blushed. "No, no, please start first."

"Alright, so like I talk about Lloyd, and you guys talk about Fran?"

"Yeah, pretty much, Grandpa."

"Alright." He patted Lloyd's shoulder. "You're a great guy, I could tell. When I first met you, I was anxious because of what happened to my grandson in the past, but I could see that you're different. You are understanding and patient. I'm so happy and relaxed that I could sleep easy knowing François will be ok."

The shorter was all smiles as Rose spoke. "I also love the bond you and Marcel have. He talks about you all the time, and he thinks you're awesome. You're part of the family now, and we couldn't be more glad."

He hugged them as François was blushing. He never thought he would have a partner, let alone someone his grandparents adore. This is what he always wanted.

Marie held François' hand. He found himself drawn to her. "François, I love you so much. You're so sweet and amazing with Lloyd. Me and Beom were both scared that it would be like last time, but you've proved us wrong, and we're so relieved you did. Thank you for taking care of him and fixing a heart you didn't break. You're the answer to our prayers."

The redhead hugged her. He saw the king raising an eyebrow, and he quickly stopped and got ready. Lloyd held his hand, anxious as well.

"When I first met you, I didn't want my son to be in another situation like the last relationship he was in. I've been hard on you, not because I don't like you. In fact, I really respect you-" François had the dumbest smile on his face. "-I was just making sure you wouldn't hurt him. I'm proud to call you a son-in-law, and I'm honored that you'll have my last name, François." The redhead was shaking his hand and thanking him over and over. It was great. Everything felt so complete.

When they were gone, the couple hugged each other.

"We're married!" Lloyd kissed his cheek. "Like, you're my husband now!"

"And you're mine too!"

The other grinned. "Sex?"

"Hell yeah!" François laughed.

They both took showers and laid in bed. It was a busy few hours. It was so loud that one of the guards had to awkwardly knock on the door in the middle of the night to ask them to quiet down, as the squeaking and moaning could be heard in the room François' grandparents and brother were in. They both turned as red as the rubies in Beom's crown and stopped, showering together and laying in bed.

"Baby," Lloyd was cuddling François with a candy in his mouth. "did you have a good wedding day?"

"Of course, my dear." He nuzzled around, getting more comfortable as they watched TV, both half-asleep and drunk. "Are you excited for the honeymoon tomorrow?"

"Yess." They kissed, only a peck for now. "Love you, husband."

"Love you too, husband."

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Marcel couldn't help but grin as they heard the bed creeking. Rose and Pierre were sound asleep. They never had a bed this comfortable. The younger, on the other hand, well, that was a different story.

"Oh yes!" He could hear the soft moaning. "Yes, yes!"

He wasn't tired, so he sneaked off to hang with his cousins. He never felt so handsome, his hair was braided, and his pajamas looked fancy.

"Hey, Marcel!" His five year old cousin asked him as they were at the sweets table. "Do you think they're going to have babies?"

He laughed and nodded, his cousin hugging his neck to play with his hair. He never felt so happy. He remembered years ago when he would be trapped in that dark room by his monster of a mother. Now he was in the palace living it up while she was homeless, probably doing drugs right now.

He saw Beom and Marie saying goodbye to the last of their relatives. He waved at them, they waved back, and he got shy. Beom was going to say something to him, but a baby was suddenly tossed at him.

"Say bye-bye!" The baby's mother said in Korean.

"Bye-bye!" The king smiled at the baby, the baby smiling back before going back to his mother.

Once the royal couple were alone in their room, they got changed and laid in bed. Marie's mind was spinning with happiness. She forgot how fun being Jewish was, but she wouldn't trade the life she has now. Her son was happy and everything was finally good again.

She heard sniffling. She looked over at Beom, who was hugging his pillow. "What's wrong, darling?"

He looked over at her. "He's so grown up now, Marie. He wouldn't need appa to zip his coat or cuddle with when there's a thunderstorm." He sniffled again. "Wasn't he just a baby yesterday? God, where did the years go?"

She hugged his chest. "He's all grown up now, but he's going to be alright. He's married, he's going to be king soon, and he has a house of his own!"

"He doesn't need me anymore..." He choked up, feeling tears getting in his ears.

"Of course he does. He'll always need us to talk to or just to be silly."

"Promise...?"

"Oui, now it's time for bed."

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Hunter watched the wedding disgusted on the small TV in jail. Those fags were getting married and everyone was happy, even his stupid father. That's alright, he never loved him anyways. He was only good to use. When he would fight with Haruki or throw around those two gay losers, he would go cry to Ho and he'll get away with anything. He didn't need him anymore.

He wanted Lloyd dead. He ruined everything, things were fine until he came along. Haruki wasn't there, but Lloyd would talk to him on the phone. Valentino and him would watch girly shows together, Sarah taught him violin, Susu would cook with, everyone paid attention to him. He couldn't mess with him the way he wanted to. The only time he ever put his hands on him, his fucking father almost choked him out. It should be him in the castle, not that bastard. He married the man that beat him that day, what a shocker. He should be in line for the throne, getting that attention on TV, Lloyd didn't deserve it.

The second he gets out of here, that French jackass and his husband are first on his list.

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(Mulligan's POV)

My own mother was there, hugging him. All of my siblings were there as well, I've never seen them look so glad. They weren't happy at my crappy wedding. I wasn't even happy.

I watched it all day. Maria and the baby were with her parents on vacation, I didn't want to go. I deserved this. Lloyd deserves all the happiness I couldn't give him. I still can't believe I actually spoke with François once. I know about him, Lloyd wrote of him a lot. I did suspect something was going on, but who am I to talk?

I cut myself that night. I did it really badly. I could've kept going, but I kept thinking of everything and felt bad about doing it. I think I'm starting to like Maria. I'm scared to like her. The last time I liked someone, I hit them. I yelled at them. I cheated on them. I really am my father. I love Gabriel. I want to keep him safe, but sometimes, I get angry at him and I need to walk away. I see the mistake, but I know he's not one of them. If anything, he's the best thing that's ever happened to me.

I think of the things Lloyd wrote to me. It started off nice, and then it became desperate, which wasn't his fault. I could tell in the last one that he was starting to become frustrated with me. I'm a monster. I should've just broken up with him. Instead, I used him like a toy. I did so much stupid shit to him, I deserve to rot.

I opened the drawer before I went to sleep that night. I still have the picture we took at 7/11 one day. He was smiling with his brown hair. He was in love with me. I'm in love with him. I cried looking at it. I regret it so much.

I'm starting to like Maria, though. We've started therapy, and I could honestly say it's working. She doesn't know the stuff I did to him, but she needs to know. I feel like I should bring it up, but every time I'm with her, I just lose my voice. I can't if it's from lust or guilt. We don't fight anymore, and we've started sharing the bed again. I don't want to have sex again, I don't think she does either. I honestly don't know what she thinks of me. I don't think it's good. Look at what I've done to her. I ruined her life.

I can't stand myself. I hate myself. I want to throw myself away. I deserve this misery.

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Andrew Loomis - THE WEDDING