"Love is the sweetest affection, dictated by the heart, spoken by the lips, and proven at the altar."

'~-Amelia-~'

May 31st, 2003

My bridesmaids were a squealing mess. Nova was decorating my hair while Lena, Mallie, and Aiyanna did each others' makeup. Luna was exiting the dressing room in her dress, a gracious smile on her face. Each of my friends was wearing a short, lavender dress.

After my hair and makeup were finished, I snatched my wedding dress off of its hook.  I swiftly morphed the gown onto my body, gazing in awe at my mirrored self. My friends let out noises of approval at my dress.

"It's almost time to see the future king! I am SO excited!" Aiyanna placed my crown onto my head.

"And then you're GETTING MARRIED RIGHT AFTER THAT!" Mallie squealed so loud that her voice hurt my ears.

"I wonder how Spencer feels about all of this. Taking on the role of King must be difficult for him." Nova thought aloud.

"I keep wondering why he wants to marry me." I blurted out, not expecting the thought to leave my mind.

"Amelia, that boy is head over heels for you," Luna glared at me. "Spencer loves you, sis."

As I smile faintly at my bridesmaids, the intercom beeps to indicate that it is activated.

"There are five minutes until the king's coronation. Please take your seats." The intercom beeped again.

"C'mon, let's go." I waved my friends along. The six of us entered the grand hall, taken aback by how massive it was. 

I stood back at one of the side entrances that was meant for the bride as my bridesmaids took their seats. From this position, Spencer wouldn't be able to see me, but I would be able to see him since there was a room dividing us. 

Matt appeared beside me, gasping in awe at my dress.

"Mimi, you look stunning." He grabbed my hand and kissed it gently, tears visible in his eyes.

"Thank you, Matt." I wrapped my arms around my brother, who was standing in for my father to walk me down the aisle.

Five minutes later, quiet music began to play as Spencer walked up to the altar, dressed in a black suit. Though it was subtle, I could tell that he was nervous because he was constantly cracking his knuckles (which I hated the sound of). My cousin, Thomas, was the officiant for both the coronation and the wedding. 

Everyone began to settle down, a hush falling over the gorgeous place. Less than a quarter of the hall was full, each person being trusted with the king's identity. After all, being a royal in our society was highly dangerous.

"Spencer Reid," Thomas began. "Your time as a conscious Magi has been short. However, I have been told by many that you show great potential and that you will be remembered for your power for many millennia. I am proud to crown you as our new king." 

Spencer lowered himself down on one knee, bowing his head. White magic sparked around Spencer's head, forming the shape of a crown. After a moment, it faded into existence, the gold shining in the light of the sun.

"May Irene guide your soul and light your path." Thomas smiled at Spencer as he stood up.

Cheering split the air as the once-quiet crowd applauded the new king of the Magic Web. I was trying my best to keep my composure as a different song began to play. The bridesmaids and the groomsmen lined up, wide smiles on each of their faces. The groomsmen were made up of my brothers, with Matt having the role of the best man as well.

Crystal giggled as she walked down the aisle, spreading her pink flower petals everywhere. I smiled at my daughter as she stepped up to Spencer.

"I did it, Dada!" She exclaimed, Zarah, Thomas's sister, leading her to her seat. The room let out a chorus of aw's, but my hand flew to my mouth as a tiny sob escaped my lips. I was one step from losing it and crying my eyes out.

Matt linked his elbow with mine, planting a soft kiss on my forehead.

"Ready?"

I nodded, knowing that if I had spoken, I would've cried and ruined my makeup. 

My brother walked me out of our hiding place. Everyone in the room rose from their seats, gaping at my dress and at how beautiful they thought I looked.

Spencer and I made eye contact as I walked down the aisle. His mouth was slightly ajar, and a tear had slid from his beautiful brownish-hazel eyes. I laughed silently at him, tears starting to flow from my own eyes. He took my hands in his as I reached the left side of the altar. 

"You look...." Spencer trailed off, looking me up and down.

"Please be seated." Thomas started the ceremony. 

"Dearly beloved and honored guests: we are gathered together here to join Spencer and Amelia in the union of marriage. This contract is not to be entered into lightly, but thoughtfully and seriously, and with a deep realization of its obligations and responsibilities. The bride and groom have each prepared vows that they will read now."

Spencer began to speak. "Amelia, when we first met, I never imagined this day would come. But, now that we are here, I couldn't have imagined choosing anyone else but you to spend the rest of my life with. I love your laugh, your smile, your caring nature, and that adorable, scrunched-up face you make when you're annoyed with me. I promise to support you, to honor you, and to love you unconditionally, even when we may disagree on certain things. Like how coffee is the best substance known to mankind. You are my everything, and I can't wait to be yours eternally. I love you."

I was definitely crying at this point, but it was my turn to speak. "Spencer, when you kissed me at Heaven's Gate, that was the moment I knew that we could never be separated, that we would go through our lives by each other's side. As time passed, and I found the little ones, that feeling only strengthened. I kept realizing that there were plenty of times during our relationship that you could've gotten up and left me with good reason. When I asked you to help me raise Crystal and Derek, that time at the ice cream place, or even when I told you about my past and what I've done. I promise to support your crazy decisions, to care for you, and to love you unconditionally. You are my whole world, and I can't imagine marrying anybody else. I mean, I never have to do any math again because you are a walking calculator. A handsome one at that."

Laughter sounded throughout the hall.

"Spencer," Thomas began once more. "Do you take Amelia to be your lawfully wedded wife? To love, honor, cherish, and protect her, forsaking all others, and holding only unto her forevermore, until death do you part?"

"I do," Spencer said without taking his eyes off of me.

"And Amelia, do you take Spencer to be your lawfully wedded husband? To love, honor, cherish, and protect him, forsaking all others, and holding only unto him forevermore, until death do you part?"

"I do," I said, my voice clear.

"Spencer and Amelia will now exchange rings as a symbol of love and commitment to each other. Rings are a precious metal; they are also made precious by you wearing them. Your wedding rings are special; they enhance who you are. They mark the beginning of your long journey together. Your wedding ring is a circle—a symbol of love never-ending. It is the seal of the vows you have just taken to love each other without end."

"These rings are special because they have a piece of the other's soul within them. Through this you are soul-bound; destined to be forever together. They are also fusion rings so that when you come together as a new being, you will always have a reminder of the lovers that make you up. They're a gift from the one and only Nova, so treat them with care. Ring bearer?"

Derek waddled up to the altar, the rings displayed on a tray of sorts. Spencer and I took one ring each, and our son happily sat down next to his sister.

"Amelia, please place the ring on Spencer's left hand and repeat after me:

As a sign of my love,"

"As a sign of my love,"

"That I have chosen you,"

"That I have chosen you,"

"Above all else,"

"Above all else,"

"With this ring, I thee wed."

"With this ring, I thee wed."

"And Spencer, please place the ring on Amelia's right hand and repeat after me:

As a sign of my love,"

"As a sign of my love,"

"That I have chosen you,"

"That I have chosen you,"

"Above all else,"

"Above all else,"

"With this ring, I thee wed."

"With this ring, I thee wed."

"To make your relationship work will take love. Continue to date each other. Take time to show each other that your love and marriage grows stronger with time. It will take trust to know that in your hearts, you truly want what is best for each other. It will take dedication to stay open to one another—and to learn and grow together. It will take loyalty to go forward together, without knowing exactly what the future brings. And it will take commitment to hold true to the journey you have both pledged today."

"And now, by the power vested in me by the spirit of Lady Irene, it is my honor and delight to pronounce you husband and wife. Go forth and live each day to the fullest. You may kiss the bride."

In one swift motion, Spencer wrapped his arms around my waist and kissed me. Cheers erupted from the crowd once more as we kissed passionately, not wanting any of this to end. As our minds, hearts, and spirits aligned, so did our bodies. And finally, when we opened our eyes...

'~-Alex-~'

I was a new creation. Amelia and Spencer's outfits were perfectly combined in my new form. A single ring was on each of my hands. 

I strode down the aisle as the crowd cheered for the married couple. Amelia's siblings looked like they were about to cry. I entered the limo, smiling at the driver as we headed off towards my reception. I smiled to myself as we arrived, making sure to thank the driver as I headed out. 

'~-Amelia-~'

Suddenly we were back to how we had been, smiling like idiots as we embraced each other. 

"We have to change," I stated matter-of-factly. 

"I'll see you there," Spencer kissed me again. "My beautiful wife."

I appeared in my dressing room, looking for my royal dress. I found it after a minute or two and quickly morphed it onto my form. 

I only had to look myself over once before apparating to the reception room where all of my friends were already dancing and having drinks. My eyes searched the room for my husband, but he was nowhere to be found. At least that I could see. Being short is hard sometimes.

"Looking for me?" Spencer walked up to me, smiling. "You look gorgeous in that, Your Majesty."

My jaw practically dropped to the ground when I saw his royal outfit. It looked stunning on him, especially when he smiled at me.

"Amelia, close your mouth. You're drooling everywhere." 

I laughed, giving him a light punch.

"You're not so bad yourself, Your Majesty." He laughed, wrapping his left arm around my torso. A slow song started to play through the speakers.

 "Isn't this song religious?" Spencer whispered in my ear.

"Yeah. I really like it. What do you think?" I asked him.

"I like it. I think I've heard it before." He began to whisper-sing the lyrics as we danced in each other's arms. Many hours passed of partying and my friends getting wasted on alcohol. Soon, the sun began to set, and the reception came to a close.

"Let's go." Spencer encouraged, taking me outside. The two of us appeared in front of our honeymoon retreat in Miami, Florida. This place was private and right on the beach, with a balcony overlooking the sea.

"This place looks even more beautiful in person," I commented, looking out at the ocean as we climbed the steps up to the beach house. The interior was just as beautiful as the exterior, the house illuminated by fairy lights. We explored the place for a minute or two, having fun finding all of the secret areas and cabinets. Eventually, we found the bedroom we would be sleeping in.

Spencer's hands rested on my hips as he gazed into my eyes. 

Oh, God. I hadn't thought this far ahead. Well, I had, but just thinking about what was supposed to happen after the wedding had caused me a major anxiety attack, so I had been avoiding it for the past two weeks.

"Amelia?" He whispered. "Is something wrong?"

"No, nothing's wrong." Breathe. He's your husband. This is normal. Get over it.

"You've curled your hands into fists, your breathing is labored, you refuse to keep eye contact with me, and you look like you're about to cry. Something is wrong." Spencer stated, clearly concerned for me. Suddenly it clicked for him.

"It's because of tonight, isn't it?" I nodded slowly, moving my eyes to meet his for a brief second. "Amelia, please listen to me. We don't have to do this. Not tonight, not ever, if you don't want to. I love you regardless, okay? I'm not going to push you into something you're not ready for."

"I'm sorry," I muttered, looking up at him. "I'm trying, I promise. My anxiety is just getting in the way like it always does."

Spencer looked at me for a second. Swiftly, he pulled me in for a kiss. I felt butterflies erupt in my stomach as our mouths moved against each other. He pulled away from me for a moment, his lips centimeters from mine.

"Be honest with me. Do you want this?" He whispered, his breath hot on my lips.

"Yes," I whispered back.

"I promise I'll take care of you." Spencer's lips slammed back onto mine, their hungry nature causing a soft moan to escape my lips. He began to slip my gown off of my shoulders, lightly pushing me to the bed once the dress hit the ground.

And so, that night, I trusted him with myself. With my body, with everything I was. I had always wanted to give myself to the person I was going to spend the rest of my life with, and now, I had. 

But in the back of my mind lurked a memory that had been long forgotten, possessed by someone who kept it with the fervent hope that I would never discover it. But, of course, life doesn't always go the way we plan. But, of course, there was a promise that was waiting to be fulfilled. 

Andrew set up the "cozy" bedroom. A smile crept onto his face as he thought about the girl he almost strangled to death, the image sending a shiver of pleasure down his spine.

"Oh, Amelia. I always keep my promises." He slammed the metal door shut, chuckling as he began to play the waiting game once more.

"Hell is empty and all the devils are here." -William Shakespeare