At last—at long, long last—the minister pronounced them married. Selene and Adrien kissed, and the guests all sighed, some remembering their own wedding days whilst others dreamt of those yet to come.
The king rose and embraced them both. Then he fixed Adrien with a mock-stern glare. “Now, young man, will you tell me why you led us all on such a merry dance? For I see you now with my daughter, looking as happy as a man married to such a beauty should, and I cannot fathom why you should at first have refused her.”
Adrien looked at her wife, a question in her eyes. And those dark eyes seemed to answer, and so Adrien lifted her head proudly to the king. “There was a problem I thought insurmountable, and it took the insight of a princess to make me see that it was nothing of the kind. Sire, it grieves me that I have deceived you. I am a woman.”