K&#39;tanya Demonstar

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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