Epilogue: Three months later.

The day had been perfect. I had woken up later than normal and did nothing but relax and read during the morning. After a light lunch my hair was styled and I slipped into my dress. My wedding dress. It was long sleeved, but showed my shoulders, in a gown of simple white. I was getting married today. I felt absolutely giddy.

There was a knock on the door and the maid answered it. In rolled Chiron, sitting in a wheeled chair. He was going to "walk" me down the aisle in place of my father. He smiled and took my hand, "It's time."

I grinned back at him. Chiron placed my hand on the top of his shoulder and we exited the room. By the time we reached the chapel I was shaking with anticipation.

"You are making the right decision, you know." Chiron said.

"How did you—?" I asked.

"How did I know?" He finished for me. "It is quite obvious. You are nervous that getting married isn't the right thing to do. My Queen, this is the right decision."

"For the country or me?"

"Both." He Chiron replied. We were at the doors. "Are you ready?"

I took a deep breath and nodded. "I'm ready."

The doors opened and the music began to play. But my eyes were focused on the man who stood proudly at the end of the church near the alter. The people I passed smiled at me and I smiled at the person before me. Percy Jackson was all dressed up in his finest uniform. He grinned at me, his impish smirk had become a trademark of our relationship. I mockingly glared at him and he made a face at me. A face that reminded me when he said something so stupid that I just had to kiss him.

Chiron passed me to him and the music halted. And though I don't remember most of the ceremony I remembered the ending.

The priest said, "I now pronounce you man and wife. You may now kiss the bride."

Once Percy had permission he threw back my veil and kissed me with the passion of a king. Which he was to become, and soon. But first I reminisced the moment, when I was completely and extraordinarily happy.

The End.