K&#39;tanya Demonstar

Her heart pitter pattered at his words, and the longing to feel his lips brush hers was as strong as the longing of the flower for the sun.

"I could think of nothing that I might want more, my Prince."

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Edward's arms enfolded her, pulling his love so close that he was sure K'tanya could feel his heart pounding in his chest. He lowered his head and pressed his lips to her perfect mouth.

Edward's head was light as he paused to breathe. "I find myself so very anxious to be your husband," he whispered.

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Suddenly, and without a moment more of delay, there is a rather anxious knock on the door!

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K'tanya was just about to respond with her own feelings of excitement and longing when the knock sounded upon her door. She pouted prettily for just a moment, but contented herself with the fact that at least she was given one moment of pure bliss before they must proceed with business.

"That must be Franck!"

Despite her disappointment at not having more time with her husband to be, she was quite thrilled with the prospect of getting things situated for the upcoming event.

"Will you get the door, my love?"

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"Of course," said Edward, reluctantly parting himself from his Lady.

Swinging open the cottage's front door, the Prince nodded at the small and very excitable-looking man on the other side. Something radiated from the man, an energy that reminded Edward greatly of his favorite jesters grwoing up.

"Greetings, and welcome to the abode of soon-to-be Princess K'tanya. I am Prince Edward of Andalasia."

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"Hullo!" Franck says excitingly as soon as he sees the handsome man open the door in a lovely flourish.

He immediately bows and then takes the Edward's hand in his and kisses any of the rings that may be upon it. "Oh, Edward! K'tanya said you ver handsome but she did not mention that you ver FABULOUS! And a prince to boot? Get outta town!"

Franck steps in immediately, "Now where is the very special, and my favorite I might add, sweetheart to finish this already perfect package that is in front of me?" He says, looking down at expert way Prince Edward is wearing those...pants!

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"Franck, darling!" K'tanya came forward, practically floating over the ground with the absolute joy of her upcoming nuptials. She then placed gentle hands on each of his shoulders and leaned in to give Franck a French style kiss to either cheek before stepping back again.

"It is so good of you to come on such short notice."

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Edward was surprised by the man's... energetic-ness, but after the bow and the effusive compliments, the Prince found himself appreciating this Franck, who seemed to be one of the few he'd met recently who understood proper obsequiousness around royalty.

"Yes, our many thanks, sir. I want to make sure my betrothed and I have the wedding of our dreams, so whatever it is that may be needed will be acquired, whether through fortune or magic, I assure you."

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"I promise you that there will be nothing but magic for your very, very special day. Please, sit down! We have much to talk about it. Now, when is this big day?" He says as he leads them to the couch and takes out his planner to jot down any piece of information that they have for him.

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K'tanya glided over to the settee and gracefully settled down into it's soft cushions. "The 26th, actually. I do hope that's not too soon. I would be loathe to have to change the date now, what with all the anticipation from our friends and loved ones."

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"Not to mention the fact we've already made preparations to declare it a national holiday in Andalasia." Edward nodded, mostly to himself, in agreement. "But we have confidence in you, sir," he added encouragingly.

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"The...the...end of the veek!" He tsks as he looks at the planner. "That is very, soon. If I had more time, maybe...but this? This?" He shakes his head but looks at her dazzling, but perfected pout.

"Nevermind! We throw out the book! It doesn't matter." He goes to throw it out, but..."On other thought, I can't part with it because we have an extravaganza to plan! Let's start and make some magic!"

He sits right in between the Prince and K'tanya. "Hullo. This is comfy. I like this. OKAY! Let's start with colors. What are your colors my dear?" He says to K'tanya. "And then you will tell me what your colors are dear handsome prince."

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Well she wasn't expecting him to nestle so easily in between her and her Prince, but she supposed it would make it easier to see the little book he seemed so fond o and there really wasn't much time so...

"Oh, they all told me you where the best and now I can see why," she exclaimed as she clapped her hands together in her excitement. "My colors are blush and bashful."

You know, pink and another...pink.

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"Magic?" Edward inquired. "Shall I fetch a wizard? Or perhaps consult the mirror?"

He sat and watched as the unusual, but very deferential man consulted his book and K'tanya, nodding when it seemed appropriate. "My colors? Well, other than my own royal garments," he said, gesturing at his clothes, "I look good in anything."

OOC: OMGLOL Steel Magnolias reference FTW! Edward should have a red velvet troll groom's cake.

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"This book." He says to the Prince, "Makes Magic. It's a magical book that can make dreams come true!" He frowns, "I do not think I know vhat you mean by 'magic mirror', but I know that I have one. It always makes me look good."

He jots down the colors blush and bashful. "Oh, blush and bashful. Very nice. Imagine gold trim on those colors to represent the prince? Fabulous!"

He looks at them, "Now, vhat about the cock?"

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K'tanya was thrilled with the idea of adding gold to the colors because her wonderful husband to be must have something in there for himself that didn't totally clash with her wedding.

However, the next words out of Franck's mouth caused her to turn one of the colors for her wedding right there, and I don't mean bashful.

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Those rosy hues with gold for his colors? Edward was cautious, but he had claimed that he could wear any color, and it was certainly true. He'd speak to the royal tailor immediately.

Edward shrugged at the question. "I have no objections to any of my beloved's woodland creature friends attending the ceremony."

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Oh, how Franck laughs. "No, no, no, no, sweet Prince!" He says, "Sorry, my English." He clears his throat. "The C-oc-k. De um...Cock with the flour and the eggs! You eat. You know?"

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"Cake!" K'tanya giggled behind her hand at her own silliness for thinking something so very inappropriate. She blamed it completely on anticipation of her upcoming wedding night.

The thought of which leads to even more blushing and sweet, girlish giggles.

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Edward looked confusedly from one to the other, wondering just what was making Franck and K'tanya laugh so. Of course, the melody of his heart's giggling made all of his troubles seem especially distant, so he did not dwell.

"How many tiers is traditional? Ten? Twenty? And I understand there is a tradition of a groom's cake."

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"As many as this beautiful flower wants! You name it and we vill do it! Groom's cock! Yes! Anything you vant, you will do it! It will all be taken care of."

He flips his book to the pink section. Here (http://images.google.com/images?q=pink%20and%20gold%20wedding&ie=UTF-8&oe=utf-8&rls=org.mozilla:en-US:official&client=firefox-a&um=1&sa=N&tab=wi) are some ideas for a pink...er..blush and bashful and gold wedding. Now, tell me about your idea and I shall make sure to make it happen. Oh! One more important question. No, no....two more important questions. Where will the nuptials take place and what does the dress look like?" He looks at the Prince, "If she describes the dress, you will have to cover your ears! It's bad luck!"

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"Well I'd think we would need at least twenty. I mean, we're inviting the whole of Andalasia plus all of our friends from other lands. So it must be quite large, and fit for a princess of course."

K'tanya took a moment to examine the book as she left it to Edward to tell Franck of the groom's cake and the place. She would tell him of the dress that Adam had helped her with once that was done.

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"The Royal Palace of Andalasia is being fitted for the ceremony and celebration as we speak. Hundreds of peasants are awaiting only the proper direction from yourselves regarding the decorations."

Edward scratched his noble chin with a gloved hand, thinking about the cake. "Something whimsical! Perhaps a troll, with some dark confection within."

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"A troll?" Franck thinks about that for a moment because he really does believe that he might be over his head here.

He puts his finger to his mouth as he thinks, "I got it! Oh, Prince...you vill love this cock! Tell me though, do trolls bleed blue or red?"

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K'tanya does her best to ignore Franck's pronunciation as he really was supposed to be the very best at this sort of thing and had come very highly recommended. Besides, some of this ideas in his book would be absolutely FABULOUS with a few minor tweaks here and there.

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Edward gave the question some thought. "Red, I suppose. I wouldn't know, you see-- Andalasia is a very progressive kingdom and we do endeavor to use the most troll-mane methods of pest control." He smiled at Franck. "I leave it in your hands, then."

The Prince sat back, curious to hear his beloved's ideas, certain they would be utter perfection.

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"Very good!"

Franck looks at K'tanya. "Now I saduice that we do something no one else has ever seen before. Do you see anything that you like? What vould you like me to do or change?"

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It takes K'tanya several moments to figure out what it is that he said exactly. Good thing she's versed in accents as well as languages.

"Well I was thinking that the cake should be shaped like a castle, and instead just being tall and stuff it should also go outwards, like different wings or something. Oh, and of course the icing should be blush with gold leaf trim and decorations and there should be real gemstones. Oh, and balloons. Lots and lots of balloons. And flowers!"

There could never be too many balloons and flowers.

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His part over, at least for the moment, Edward turned his attention fully to his fiancée. Leaning back against his chair, he proceeded to gaze at K'tanya in the most loving, dutiful and exceptionally attentive manner he could convey.

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"Oh! Very, very, very, very good!" Franck says as he jots all of this down in his book and then closes it. "I vill go to this Andalasia and prepare everything right away. Now!" He says as he stands up, "I have a lot to do and must, must leave you both."

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K'tanya got to her feet and gave him those cute little cheek kisses that don't even touch the skin, yet again.

"I can't tell you how much I appreciate you doing this for us. I simply don't know what I would have done without you."

Since eloping obviously wasn't an option with this particular marriage.

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