Disaster? Not Really #mfrwauthor

We're at week 52. Where has the year gone? The year is now over and this is the final post of the 2018 challenge. We are supposed to write about "my wedding disaster." Now that is hard to do.

My wedding (lo those 40-plus years ago) was what might be called a non-existent affair. The bridal store didn't go out-of-business so I had my gown. The plane taking me south was on time. I was married on a holiday weekend because that was when my future hubby could get a three-day pass. After the ceremony in the chapel, the two of us went to dinner at the roof-top restaurant of the local hotel. (Since I was still in my gown and he his dress blues, we had great service.) Then while transferring from one post to another we had a reception on my family homestead.

So how to write about a "disaster." Maybe out the person who ran a finger along the back of the cake before we cut it? That didn't constitute a disaster because a little work with a knife removed the evidence so I'll have to write about the handfasting ceremonies I've written.

Besides difficulties in getting the bride-to-be or the groom to the wedding, or the tension during the formal proposal to the bride's ruling council (which could have scuttled the wedding), what one bride thought was a disaster was an interruption during her ceremony. As Broch walked down the aisle, people turned their attention from her to dragons a'wing. But the dragons flew on and the event continued so not really a disaster.

After reviewing the Windmaster Novels and the Dragshi Chronicles, here's a snippit from the reader's bonus of the handfasting of Glynnes and Talann. She has come into the room after the last of the meetings to plan their upcoming nuptials.

Excerpt from the Reader Bonus from Hatchling's Vengeance

Talann could feel her anger directed at him. “Glyn, my love, aren’t you pleased with the plans?”

She hesitated. “Yes."

He enfolded her in his arms. “The ceremony is for you, darling. My job is to do what I’m told, to look handsome. And…” A corner of his lips lifted in a smile and laughter danced in his eyes. “Not to disappoint you on our wedding night.” 

An innocence at odds with the earlier mischievousness smoothed his features. “I’m doing the best I can.” He held the disarming pose until some of the tension left her body. 

“Who told you that?” Glynnes growled.

Talann waited a heartbeat, then started holding up fingers. “Ranald, my father, Liam, Kynan, and that is just a few of the men from Cloud Eyrie.” He held up a second hand. “Vivel, every married master of the Ceoltier Guild who ever lectured me on protocol, my Uncle Eroh of Clan Weiss, Uncle Elem of Clan Miller.” He waited and added, “Uaine threatened me with dismemberment if I make you unhappy.”

Before his mate could react, he flicked up another finger. “Our illustrious lady ruler, my mother, Lady Dealan, Lexii.” He paused as if taking a breath before continuing.

“All right, I yield,” Glynnes said, holding up a hand. “No one can fight that horde of relatives and friends.”

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You'll have to read the readers bonus included with Hatchling's Vengeance for the actual ceremony. Start here for buy links to Amazon, Kobo, and others. 

 
And don't miss the other posts in this final week of the challenge. Thanks for hanging out with me for the year.  Helen