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Morticia was beyond nervous as she watched the sun set from one of the many balconies of the palace. The past few days had been a whirlwind as she was thrust into her new life as royalty. She had learned so much it felt like her head would burst, and what a wonderful feeling that was.
Her heart hammered as she watched everyone take their seats in the back garden. There were a lot of people here, and why wouldn’t there be? A royal wedding was a big deal, and it was an even bigger deal when the prince was marrying a commoner, breaking with tradition as the Addams were so apt to do.
“My, don’t you look like an angel of death,” the queen gasped, startling Morticia slightly.
She turned, smiling at her soon to be mother in law. “Thank you, Your Majesty.”
“Oh, please,” she scoffed. “We’re going to be family. Call me Mama, I insist.”
Morticia couldn’t describe the happy feeling that brought her, since it was so foreign a feeling to begin with. She did know that she couldn’t recall smiling so much in her entire life, another entirely strange yet oddly welcome feeling. “I would like that very much, Mama. Do I really look alright?”
Morticia fussed with the full skirt of her black ball gown. The bodice was tight and once again deep cut, complete with off the shoulder sleeves that ended in a flare that reached nearly to the floor. While she loved the gown, Morticia couldn’t help but still feel like she didn’t deserve to be in it. Same with the heavy ruby tiara resting atop her ebony hair. It was all such an adjustment.
“Oh, Morticia, I could tell you how beautiful you look until I’m blue in the face,” Mama said with a laugh. “But I think it's time to let the look on Gomez’s face speak for itself. That is, if you’re ready, my dear.”
Morticia looked back out at the gathered crowd, right as Vlad and Dracula swooped down through the sky. She smiled, absentmindedly stroking the large black diamond on her left hand. “I’m ready, Mama.”
Morticia was beginning to realize that her earlier nerves were nothing earlier compared to now. She was staring down the long aisle, framed with various poisonous plants, with Gomez waiting at the end. She just had to focus on getting to Gomez, and everything would be alright. Someone handed her a bouquet of thorns and she was off on trembling legs.
She took a deep breath, which was rather difficult with how tight her corset was. She was still having trouble believing this was her reality now. In the blink of an eye she went from scrubbing fireplaces to trying on crowns. She went from being despised to being so bombarded with love it overwhelmed her completely.
“Cara mia,” Gomez said, his voice dripping with adoration as she came to a halt beside him. “You are ravishing, you are exquisite, like nothing I have ever seen before in my life.” He took her hand, lifting it to his mouth to place a soft kiss on it. “Are you ready to start the rest of our lives?”
“Mon cher… I’ve never been more ready for anything in my life.”
And, as the story goes, they lived happily unhappily ever after.