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Maylene and Evindal
After being sent to the boarding school, Maylene decided that life without the connection to her mother did not have to be terrible, and she put forth a positive attitude every day in an attempt to keep from taking the anger she felt towards her parents out on everyone else; she cried at night after the students in her dorm had fallen asleep to keep them from knowing there was something bothering her. The young elf was kind to the other students, arrived in every class early, answered the instructor’s questions when she was called on, and stayed after late whenever assistance was needed.
Each period when grades were posted, the royal elf was on the Dean’s List, and everyone was in awe of her intelligence; no one, except the chancellor, knew who she was or where she’d come from, and she relished that fact.
In November, when the students went home for a few days of massive amounts of food, the royal one stayed behind at the school, and she got to know the elves who worked behind the scenes at the school. The following month, everyone else left for over two weeks, and again, Maylene was at the school; a few of those she’d met previously, got together, and made sure their friend had something under the tree every year she attended.
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On her eighteenth birthday, when there were no telepathic connections from her mother or her father, she made herself a promise that she would only live her life detached from the royal elves living in East Zeerk; she would never turn her back on the planetary princess, Ecko, but the rest were non-existent in her mind. Due to the fact that Maylene knew there had to be some kind of guidance and love and support from family, she sought refuge in Uleena and Untermeyer’s parental stance that had been an automatic behavior displayed when she arrived at the castle, and it was something she had respect for just as rapidly.
When she started seeing Evindal on a more regular basis, he would ask permission to take her out, every time, but it was not required. Mostly, the continental queen and king were there for moral support, and whenever the moment called for it, one or the other ruler would apply their advice. The royal one and the citizen switched weekends with each other in order to have time with both families, the compromise had been easily won for Evindal, and she did not mind making the concession. On the weekends when the visitation was with his family, Minister Edgar always had new anecdotes that made Maylene laugh, and the citizen liked watching their interactions together; he took pride in knowing that both of his parents adored her, because it was his intention to propose, and it was vitally important to him that they approved.
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On the Friday before Evindal’s proposal, the citizen found his girlfriend in the library where they first met, and his heart quickened making every pore of his skin begin to sweat. He wanted to tell her know their plans for that weekend had changed, but had to be careful of his word choice, so as to not let on about her surprise; he’d never been good with secrets and felt terrible having to keep anything from her. Still, in order for the plan to work, an omission and slightly altered version of the truth would have to wear on his mind until after her answer.
Clearing his throat, he said, “Hello, there sweetheart.”
“I wasn’t expecting you until tomorrow, hon. Is there something wrong?” Maylene inquired.
“No, not at all. Does there always have to be a problem in order for a guy to see his gal without making plans to do so?” He wanted to know.
“Not necessarily, but this is out of character for you. Therefore, I ask again, Evindal Marshall, is there something going on I don’t know about? Because you are acting strange,” she replied.
Unnerved over the use of his middle name, but determined to accomplish his goal, he quickly responded, “There’s been a change in the plans for this weekend, instead of dinner at my parents’ place, I’m taking you to a nice restaurant.”
“To be perfectly honest, that is something going on, I don’t know about, F. Y. I., and since when did you get so bossy, mister?” The royal one said.
“I’m not trying to be that way, it’s just that you spend a lot of time alone, and I thought you’d enjoy a night out for once. I truly apologize for being rude or bossy, it wasn’t my intention,” he replied.
“That right there, is the reason I love you, because in the midst of taking control of the situation, you stop to apologize for trying to be compassionate, and you are absolutely right. I do need to get out of the confines of this dungeon-like cavern,” the royal one said, smiling.
“Great, see you tomorrow at eight o’clock, sharp, and don’t make me wait,” Evindal responded.
“No problem, my dear. Is there anything in particular you’d like for me to wear?” Maylene asked.
“Your Sunday’s best,” he replied.
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That next evening at exactly eight o’clock, the citizen arrived at the citadel with his traveling companion, Brooke, the Ordinary Dragon, and he wore the type of clothing one would wear while attending church services. The creature had been freshly washed and dried and fed in order for her to have ultimate comfort while escorting her owner, and the harness she wore was bright pink with a bow.
Looking from the window of the throne room, Maylene’s suspicions began to rise, she could not understand the importance of getting the dragon gussied up in order for the royal one to relax, and her stomach twisted. Pulling the curtains back in place before he spotted her, she wondered what the citizen was plotting, and contemplated not accompanying him to dinner. There was something amiss, though she could not put her finger on whatever it was, specifically, the hairs standing up on the back of her neck told the elf that the night was going to be a long one. Glancing into the mirror by the exit, she swept a few loose hairs out of her face, and forced a smile; if the night was going to seemingly never end, she wanted to start it off on a positive note, no matter the end result.
Instead of bombarding the citizen with a barrage of questions, the royal one allowed assistance in boarding the dragon’s back, and she greeted the creature with some fruit; she’d heard that patience was a virtue, and she applied it to the moment in order to keep from jumping to conclusions and causing the night to start off under tension. Evindal leapt up to sit in the saddle of Brooke’s riding harness and connected with his beast to establish their destination. Upon gaining her bearings after takeoff, the Ordinary Dragon took control of the flight, and the citizen focused on his ultimate plan.
At the restaurant, there was a valet for their traveling companion, a Matre’d who sat them immediately, and the waiter had placed fresh flowers in the table’s centerpiece placeholder. The royal one’s chair was pulled out, a napkin was laid in her lap, and a kiss was placed on her cheek. Then, Maylene looked up, and standing in front of the table were every one of their family members; discombobulated over the scene before her, the young elf did not have the time to ask about the presence of their loved ones, because the citizen had gone down on his right knee.
“Maylene Kaylene Garrick, the day you threatened me in the library with an invisible novva, my heart was yours. I know that in order to get you here tonight, I acted like some kind of czar, but I enjoy it more when you are the one running the show. With that said and with all our friends and loved ones as witnesses, will you marry me?” Evindal inquired.
“Yes, I’ll marry you, but with one stipulation,” she replied.
“There’s a stipulation to her acceptance, this ought to be spectacular, alright, dear, what’s your condition?” He wanted to know.
“That you never, ever, ever let my middle name come out of your mouth, ever again. Other than that, we’re good,” the royal one said.
“Oh, okay, that’s absolutely not a problem, I know you don’t like your middle name, but my proposal wouldn’t have had as much impact if I hadn’t used it. I apologize for saying it in front of all these elves, but they won’t tell anybody. Now, would you please accept this ring?” Evindal asked.
“By the way, y’all, I feel that the record should be set straight about the ‘invisible novva’ which he got threatened with. At the time, my wolf had just given birth to a litter of pups, and she stayed home with the babies while I was studying that afternoon. When Evin startled me, I bluffed him into believing that I had my dog with me, but that’s a story for another time, Maylene clarified.
“Yeah, I’ve met Onyxx since that incident, and she’s an awesome creature. If you’re staying to have dinner with us, get your own table, this one is ours. If you’re not going to join us, we’ll see you later,”Evindal replied.
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Outside of the restaurant, the couple held each other closely as they waited for the valet to retrieve Brooke from the private stall she’d been placed in upon arrival, and Evindal used that time to tell his fiance, “I’m aware of the fact that you don’t like surprises, but I’ve got one more planned out for us, and I wanted to let you know before I took complete control of the situation.”
“You’re right, I don’t like surprises, I like to know a little bit about what I’m getting myself into in case I have to remove myself from it,” Maylene said.
“I understand that and let me say that your reaction to the first part of the night was, superb. You kind of threw me for a loop when you made a stipulation to the acceptance of the ring, but I get why you had to say that. Don’t get me wrong, I love everything about you, but your mother gave you a ridiculous middle name,” he replied.
“Hey, you act like I don’t know that, and the terrible thing about it is, I was Luna’s favorite. Could you imagine the name I would have had if she didn’t like me? I mean, all of my sisters have strong, righteous names, but I had to be the one to have a middle name that rhymes with the first. Trust me, I think it’s preposterous she gave me this stupid name, but I have to live with it. That’s why I like to pretend that I don’t have a middle name, and it’s the reason I said what I said in the restaurant about you never letting it come out of your mouth again” she said.
“You don’t have to live with it, you can change it any time you want,” he said.
“The thing is, I do have to live with it, and the explanation for that is, at best, complicated,” Maylene said.
“If you want to try, and help me understand, I’m willing to listen,” Evindal replied.
“The best way I can begin to explain this is, try to imagine, the first time you went to pick up Brooke, you were excited, you had got her the first harness she’d wear from you, and you’d even tossed around a few names that you would have liked to bestow upon her. When you showed up, however, the opportunity of giving her that lifelong title had been stolen from you because she already had a name. Now, imagine someone you love being the one who stole that opportunity from you, and they did it for no other reason than to be hateful to you. How do you think you would have felt about that,” Maylene said.
“I don’t know how I would have felt if I didn’t have the opportunity to name my dragon, I mean, one of the most satisfying parts of adopting her was when I named her Brooke. I gave her that name because of where her mother was when she came out of her shell. I mean, I happened to be there for the exact moment when she emerged, and there was a brook right outside of the cave. The first thing the little creature did was hop right out the door, and she fell into the water. That’s how I came up with the name, it would’ve been heartbreaking if I didn’t get that chance,” Evindal said.
“Alright, now, think about this one, your dragon is actually our child, and she decides that Brooke is a stupid name. She goes down when she’s old enough, and changes the title we gave her from Brooke to Hildebrandt. On top of that, she chooses that name for no other reason than to hurt our feelings,” the royal one explained further.
“Wow! I never looked at it like that, you have a unique way of drawing a verbal picture, but I think I get it,” the citizen replied.
“The thing is, Luna did not give my sister Ecko her name, that honor was bestowed upon Jasmine Devereux, and she came up with that title. Anyway, when my mother was brave enough to attempt another marriage and to continue to have children, the honor of naming her children was once again in the possession of the queen. She went on to name six more children before me, and one more after me; and if I were to take that honor away from my mother, it would be as awful, in my mind, as if I slapped Luna’s face. I mean, no matter how stupid my name is, I could not live with myself if I broke my mother’s heart by changing my title, and that’s why I just pretend to not have a middle name,” she said.
“We’re here,” Evindal replied.
“Where are we? You never did tell me where you were taking me for the second surprise,” she said.
“Actually, we are at my parent’s place, they wanted to throw us our engagement party, and how could I tell the minister, no. I mean, he is my father, she is my mother, and they are tickled pink over your stipulation to the acceptance of the ring.” he told her as he assisted his fiancé down from her spot on the dragon’s back. “Oh, how sweet! I’ve been missing the minister and his silly anecdotes,” Maylene replied,
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The day of their wedding:
“Aunt Uleena, I’ve never been such a nervous wreck in all my life,” the young royal one said.
“Oh, that’s natural, you’ve got a case of the wedding day jitters, but I promise, when you’re up there with Evindal, before I begin the ceremony, there will come a point when all that nervousness will vanish, and all that sweat will dry up. In the meantime, Untermeyer, please let her use one of your ‘kerchiefs,” the queen said.
“Here you go, my sweet girl,” the king said as he handed her the handkerchief from his jacket pocket.
“Thank you, I really hope that this mess stops soon, it’s not going to look very good for the bride to have sweat stains under her arms. Oh, Uncle Untermeyer, I don’t think I can do this, I mean, when Evin gets one look at the nervous, sweaty mess I’ve become, he’s going to laugh at me, and leave me at the altar,” Maylene said.
“That would happen to be a great big case of cold feet, my dear, and this too, shall pass. Just take a few deep breaths, everybody goes through this, as well, and anyone who tells you they did not experience cold feet on their wedding day, is lying to you,” he told her.
“So, I’m going to be alright? I mean, oh, I don’t know what I mean,” his great-niece said.
“Yes, dear, you’re going to be alright. Now, it’s time to start the ceremony, I hope you’re ready”, Untermeyer said.
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After the newlyweds returned from Aztirin where they spent their honeymoon, both elves went to work getting Evindal’s things moved from his parent’s house to the Avalorian citadel, and Uleena’s staff members aided them with carrying his possessions upstairs. Some of her things were shuffled around un the process of incorporating those things into the space she would forever share with him from that day forward, and there were no objections to any of the changes, except one. The royal-citizen had in his collection, one of the most hideous-looking desks she’d ever seen, and when it came time for the behemoth piece of furniture to be placed in their quarters, Maylene insisted on it being shoved into a corner.
A few hours later, when all of their assistants had gone back to their regular duties, the newlyweds were discussing the accomplishments that they’d made that afternoon, and they talked about plans for the coming weekend. Since it was one in which they would be visiting her family, the conversation was mostly about the menu, and what food they would dine on; Maylene tried to concentrate on the current topic by suggesting different cuisines they had not tried, but it was obvious her mind was on something else.
“Are you alright? You seem distracted,” Evindal inquired.
“I cannot keep my mind on what we’re doing with that desk of yours sitting in the corner, mocking me,” she said.
“What do you mean by that? Her husband asked.
“I don’t like that thing, it’s huge, it’s in the way, and it’s ugly,” the royal one said.
“So, what exactly would you like to do about it? It’s a family heirloom,” the royal-citizen said.
“Do you think I’m going to allow that behemoth to be passed on to our children? Because you’re not giving it to anyone, I’ve got a suggestion as to what can be done with it. Put it on the bonfire, and watch it go up in flames. I’ll talk to your parents about it” Maylene said.
© P. L. Watson-Atwell
Each period when grades were posted, the royal elf was on the Dean’s List, and everyone was in awe of her intelligence; no one, except the chancellor, knew who she was or where she’d come from, and she relished that fact.
In November, when the students went home for a few days of massive amounts of food, the royal one stayed behind at the school, and she got to know the elves who worked behind the scenes at the school. The following month, everyone else left for over two weeks, and again, Maylene was at the school; a few of those she’d met previously, got together, and made sure their friend had something under the tree every year she attended.
************************************************
On her eighteenth birthday, when there were no telepathic connections from her mother or her father, she made herself a promise that she would only live her life detached from the royal elves living in East Zeerk; she would never turn her back on the planetary princess, Ecko, but the rest were non-existent in her mind. Due to the fact that Maylene knew there had to be some kind of guidance and love and support from family, she sought refuge in Uleena and Untermeyer’s parental stance that had been an automatic behavior displayed when she arrived at the castle, and it was something she had respect for just as rapidly.
When she started seeing Evindal on a more regular basis, he would ask permission to take her out, every time, but it was not required. Mostly, the continental queen and king were there for moral support, and whenever the moment called for it, one or the other ruler would apply their advice. The royal one and the citizen switched weekends with each other in order to have time with both families, the compromise had been easily won for Evindal, and she did not mind making the concession. On the weekends when the visitation was with his family, Minister Edgar always had new anecdotes that made Maylene laugh, and the citizen liked watching their interactions together; he took pride in knowing that both of his parents adored her, because it was his intention to propose, and it was vitally important to him that they approved.
*********************************************************************
On the Friday before Evindal’s proposal, the citizen found his girlfriend in the library where they first met, and his heart quickened making every pore of his skin begin to sweat. He wanted to tell her know their plans for that weekend had changed, but had to be careful of his word choice, so as to not let on about her surprise; he’d never been good with secrets and felt terrible having to keep anything from her. Still, in order for the plan to work, an omission and slightly altered version of the truth would have to wear on his mind until after her answer.
Clearing his throat, he said, “Hello, there sweetheart.”
“I wasn’t expecting you until tomorrow, hon. Is there something wrong?” Maylene inquired.
“No, not at all. Does there always have to be a problem in order for a guy to see his gal without making plans to do so?” He wanted to know.
“Not necessarily, but this is out of character for you. Therefore, I ask again, Evindal Marshall, is there something going on I don’t know about? Because you are acting strange,” she replied.
Unnerved over the use of his middle name, but determined to accomplish his goal, he quickly responded, “There’s been a change in the plans for this weekend, instead of dinner at my parents’ place, I’m taking you to a nice restaurant.”
“To be perfectly honest, that is something going on, I don’t know about, F. Y. I., and since when did you get so bossy, mister?” The royal one said.
“I’m not trying to be that way, it’s just that you spend a lot of time alone, and I thought you’d enjoy a night out for once. I truly apologize for being rude or bossy, it wasn’t my intention,” he replied.
“That right there, is the reason I love you, because in the midst of taking control of the situation, you stop to apologize for trying to be compassionate, and you are absolutely right. I do need to get out of the confines of this dungeon-like cavern,” the royal one said, smiling.
“Great, see you tomorrow at eight o’clock, sharp, and don’t make me wait,” Evindal responded.
“No problem, my dear. Is there anything in particular you’d like for me to wear?” Maylene asked.
“Your Sunday’s best,” he replied.
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That next evening at exactly eight o’clock, the citizen arrived at the citadel with his traveling companion, Brooke, the Ordinary Dragon, and he wore the type of clothing one would wear while attending church services. The creature had been freshly washed and dried and fed in order for her to have ultimate comfort while escorting her owner, and the harness she wore was bright pink with a bow.
Looking from the window of the throne room, Maylene’s suspicions began to rise, she could not understand the importance of getting the dragon gussied up in order for the royal one to relax, and her stomach twisted. Pulling the curtains back in place before he spotted her, she wondered what the citizen was plotting, and contemplated not accompanying him to dinner. There was something amiss, though she could not put her finger on whatever it was, specifically, the hairs standing up on the back of her neck told the elf that the night was going to be a long one. Glancing into the mirror by the exit, she swept a few loose hairs out of her face, and forced a smile; if the night was going to seemingly never end, she wanted to start it off on a positive note, no matter the end result.
Instead of bombarding the citizen with a barrage of questions, the royal one allowed assistance in boarding the dragon’s back, and she greeted the creature with some fruit; she’d heard that patience was a virtue, and she applied it to the moment in order to keep from jumping to conclusions and causing the night to start off under tension. Evindal leapt up to sit in the saddle of Brooke’s riding harness and connected with his beast to establish their destination. Upon gaining her bearings after takeoff, the Ordinary Dragon took control of the flight, and the citizen focused on his ultimate plan.
At the restaurant, there was a valet for their traveling companion, a Matre’d who sat them immediately, and the waiter had placed fresh flowers in the table’s centerpiece placeholder. The royal one’s chair was pulled out, a napkin was laid in her lap, and a kiss was placed on her cheek. Then, Maylene looked up, and standing in front of the table were every one of their family members; discombobulated over the scene before her, the young elf did not have the time to ask about the presence of their loved ones, because the citizen had gone down on his right knee.
“Maylene Kaylene Garrick, the day you threatened me in the library with an invisible novva, my heart was yours. I know that in order to get you here tonight, I acted like some kind of czar, but I enjoy it more when you are the one running the show. With that said and with all our friends and loved ones as witnesses, will you marry me?” Evindal inquired.
“Yes, I’ll marry you, but with one stipulation,” she replied.
“There’s a stipulation to her acceptance, this ought to be spectacular, alright, dear, what’s your condition?” He wanted to know.
“That you never, ever, ever let my middle name come out of your mouth, ever again. Other than that, we’re good,” the royal one said.
“Oh, okay, that’s absolutely not a problem, I know you don’t like your middle name, but my proposal wouldn’t have had as much impact if I hadn’t used it. I apologize for saying it in front of all these elves, but they won’t tell anybody. Now, would you please accept this ring?” Evindal asked.
“By the way, y’all, I feel that the record should be set straight about the ‘invisible novva’ which he got threatened with. At the time, my wolf had just given birth to a litter of pups, and she stayed home with the babies while I was studying that afternoon. When Evin startled me, I bluffed him into believing that I had my dog with me, but that’s a story for another time, Maylene clarified.
“Yeah, I’ve met Onyxx since that incident, and she’s an awesome creature. If you’re staying to have dinner with us, get your own table, this one is ours. If you’re not going to join us, we’ll see you later,”Evindal replied.
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Outside of the restaurant, the couple held each other closely as they waited for the valet to retrieve Brooke from the private stall she’d been placed in upon arrival, and Evindal used that time to tell his fiance, “I’m aware of the fact that you don’t like surprises, but I’ve got one more planned out for us, and I wanted to let you know before I took complete control of the situation.”
“You’re right, I don’t like surprises, I like to know a little bit about what I’m getting myself into in case I have to remove myself from it,” Maylene said.
“I understand that and let me say that your reaction to the first part of the night was, superb. You kind of threw me for a loop when you made a stipulation to the acceptance of the ring, but I get why you had to say that. Don’t get me wrong, I love everything about you, but your mother gave you a ridiculous middle name,” he replied.
“Hey, you act like I don’t know that, and the terrible thing about it is, I was Luna’s favorite. Could you imagine the name I would have had if she didn’t like me? I mean, all of my sisters have strong, righteous names, but I had to be the one to have a middle name that rhymes with the first. Trust me, I think it’s preposterous she gave me this stupid name, but I have to live with it. That’s why I like to pretend that I don’t have a middle name, and it’s the reason I said what I said in the restaurant about you never letting it come out of your mouth again” she said.
“You don’t have to live with it, you can change it any time you want,” he said.
“The thing is, I do have to live with it, and the explanation for that is, at best, complicated,” Maylene said.
“If you want to try, and help me understand, I’m willing to listen,” Evindal replied.
“The best way I can begin to explain this is, try to imagine, the first time you went to pick up Brooke, you were excited, you had got her the first harness she’d wear from you, and you’d even tossed around a few names that you would have liked to bestow upon her. When you showed up, however, the opportunity of giving her that lifelong title had been stolen from you because she already had a name. Now, imagine someone you love being the one who stole that opportunity from you, and they did it for no other reason than to be hateful to you. How do you think you would have felt about that,” Maylene said.
“I don’t know how I would have felt if I didn’t have the opportunity to name my dragon, I mean, one of the most satisfying parts of adopting her was when I named her Brooke. I gave her that name because of where her mother was when she came out of her shell. I mean, I happened to be there for the exact moment when she emerged, and there was a brook right outside of the cave. The first thing the little creature did was hop right out the door, and she fell into the water. That’s how I came up with the name, it would’ve been heartbreaking if I didn’t get that chance,” Evindal said.
“Alright, now, think about this one, your dragon is actually our child, and she decides that Brooke is a stupid name. She goes down when she’s old enough, and changes the title we gave her from Brooke to Hildebrandt. On top of that, she chooses that name for no other reason than to hurt our feelings,” the royal one explained further.
“Wow! I never looked at it like that, you have a unique way of drawing a verbal picture, but I think I get it,” the citizen replied.
“The thing is, Luna did not give my sister Ecko her name, that honor was bestowed upon Jasmine Devereux, and she came up with that title. Anyway, when my mother was brave enough to attempt another marriage and to continue to have children, the honor of naming her children was once again in the possession of the queen. She went on to name six more children before me, and one more after me; and if I were to take that honor away from my mother, it would be as awful, in my mind, as if I slapped Luna’s face. I mean, no matter how stupid my name is, I could not live with myself if I broke my mother’s heart by changing my title, and that’s why I just pretend to not have a middle name,” she said.
“We’re here,” Evindal replied.
“Where are we? You never did tell me where you were taking me for the second surprise,” she said.
“Actually, we are at my parent’s place, they wanted to throw us our engagement party, and how could I tell the minister, no. I mean, he is my father, she is my mother, and they are tickled pink over your stipulation to the acceptance of the ring.” he told her as he assisted his fiancé down from her spot on the dragon’s back. “Oh, how sweet! I’ve been missing the minister and his silly anecdotes,” Maylene replied,
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The day of their wedding:
“Aunt Uleena, I’ve never been such a nervous wreck in all my life,” the young royal one said.
“Oh, that’s natural, you’ve got a case of the wedding day jitters, but I promise, when you’re up there with Evindal, before I begin the ceremony, there will come a point when all that nervousness will vanish, and all that sweat will dry up. In the meantime, Untermeyer, please let her use one of your ‘kerchiefs,” the queen said.
“Here you go, my sweet girl,” the king said as he handed her the handkerchief from his jacket pocket.
“Thank you, I really hope that this mess stops soon, it’s not going to look very good for the bride to have sweat stains under her arms. Oh, Uncle Untermeyer, I don’t think I can do this, I mean, when Evin gets one look at the nervous, sweaty mess I’ve become, he’s going to laugh at me, and leave me at the altar,” Maylene said.
“That would happen to be a great big case of cold feet, my dear, and this too, shall pass. Just take a few deep breaths, everybody goes through this, as well, and anyone who tells you they did not experience cold feet on their wedding day, is lying to you,” he told her.
“So, I’m going to be alright? I mean, oh, I don’t know what I mean,” his great-niece said.
“Yes, dear, you’re going to be alright. Now, it’s time to start the ceremony, I hope you’re ready”, Untermeyer said.
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After the newlyweds returned from Aztirin where they spent their honeymoon, both elves went to work getting Evindal’s things moved from his parent’s house to the Avalorian citadel, and Uleena’s staff members aided them with carrying his possessions upstairs. Some of her things were shuffled around un the process of incorporating those things into the space she would forever share with him from that day forward, and there were no objections to any of the changes, except one. The royal-citizen had in his collection, one of the most hideous-looking desks she’d ever seen, and when it came time for the behemoth piece of furniture to be placed in their quarters, Maylene insisted on it being shoved into a corner.
A few hours later, when all of their assistants had gone back to their regular duties, the newlyweds were discussing the accomplishments that they’d made that afternoon, and they talked about plans for the coming weekend. Since it was one in which they would be visiting her family, the conversation was mostly about the menu, and what food they would dine on; Maylene tried to concentrate on the current topic by suggesting different cuisines they had not tried, but it was obvious her mind was on something else.
“Are you alright? You seem distracted,” Evindal inquired.
“I cannot keep my mind on what we’re doing with that desk of yours sitting in the corner, mocking me,” she said.
“What do you mean by that? Her husband asked.
“I don’t like that thing, it’s huge, it’s in the way, and it’s ugly,” the royal one said.
“So, what exactly would you like to do about it? It’s a family heirloom,” the royal-citizen said.
“Do you think I’m going to allow that behemoth to be passed on to our children? Because you’re not giving it to anyone, I’ve got a suggestion as to what can be done with it. Put it on the bonfire, and watch it go up in flames. I’ll talk to your parents about it” Maylene said.
© P. L. Watson-Atwell
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