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His Princess
He was waiting for his bride to come. The altar was beautiful, full of fresh flowers, candles, and guests. Everything was ready - only his princess was missing.
Sirius, the Crown Prince and King-to-Be felt a rush of excitement and anxiety - both were flowing in his blood.
Today was the day - the final day of their courting. In a moment they would be named the man and his wife, Prince, and Princess of Atlantis.
He couldn't wait to see her - but he knew deep down in his bones that she would be the most beautiful of all.
And then the door to the chapel opened and he could look up. He felt his breath go out - Hermione looked stunning. The most dashing bride in the whole kingdom.
Her skin was peach, with a faint blush on her cheeks. Her lips were parted in a shy smile - and as she glided towards him, all his subjects fell to their knees and worshiped her.
His Princess, the fairest of them all.
His.