Chapter 9

The years flow on. Rock grew up and out as his muscles grew and became more pronounced. By the time he was ready to be married, he stood over six feet tall, 220 pounds, very little fat and very respectable manhood that hung from his body. Flower also grew up and out. Her breasts were a healthy handful, what could be considered a full B-cup or a small C. Her belly was flat and smooth. Her waist was narrow, her hips rounded out nicely and her legs were long and strong. She had kept up her gymnastics and kept her flexibility able to do the splits without even straining. She topped out height wise at five foot, nine inches, so too tall to be competitive in the gym world, but tall enough and strong enough to hold her own on the wrestling mat, but it was never a dream of hers to wrestle. She was a princess and princesses don’t wrestle, they birth babies and help their husbands run countries. Though sparring with Rock was still fun for her and she was only annoyed by her breasts being in the way.

She had her 16th birthday and realized that her wedding day was quickly approaching. Her parents came over for the celebration and it was a big party for everyone in the castle.

Then Rock had his 16th birthday and again, the whole castle was again celebrating the birthday.

A week later, the wedding.

King Marquis walked into the bride’s dressing room and met his daughter.

“Daddy. Look at me.” she said, showing off her dress.

King Marquis smiled, laughed at how beautiful she is, and went right to her for a hug. “Oh honey, you look amazing!” he said, holding his daughter.

Flower felt tears form in the corner of her eyes and pulled a hanky out and dabbed her eyes. The king held her face in his hand and marveled at how grown up she was now. “You are so beautiful. Wow! So much like your mother when we got married.” he said, then that same woman entered the dressing room and gushed over her daughter’s dress, her hair, her makeup, just everything.

“Ok Apple my love. Our daughter has to get married. The time is quickly approaching.”

“I know. I just can’t get over how grown up she is. You can’t blame a mother for loving on her eldest daughter.” Queen Apple said, then let her finish with her prep.

The king waited outside and the queen was escorted to her seat at the front of the auditorium. Rock’s parents were seated and waiting for the ceremony to begin. Rock was standing backstage until the time came for him to take his position to await the arrival of his bride. He didn’t know that Flower was his bride or that she was also worried about who she was going to marry.

The other men who were going to stand with him were all gathered around Rock. Boys from class that he liked and trusted to be around him.

They were all quiet, not really knowing what to say. They all knew Rock would do his duty, he would marry this girl and would be a good husband to her and that she would be a good wife to him and give him many children. But would he love her? That was the question he was dealing with. Would she love him? Would she be fun? Would they be able to work together? His worry was tearing him up inside.

“Your highness, it is time.” the officiate said to him entering the groom’s room. Rock stood up, his men checked his uniform out, making sure that everything was in place then led him out of the room and into the auditorium for his wedding. He took a deep breath, tried to calm his nerves, and faced the challenge like a man.

The music started and a beautiful woman entered the room and started down the aisle, escorted by King Marquis!!!!!!

His heart leapt in his chest! He looked over to his parents, and they were both smiling and laughing at his expression. They had pulled the ultimate con on their son and it was paying off by the look on his face. He was getting married to Flower just as he had always wanted.

Flower stood at the back of the room, her veil covering her face. As the doors opened and the music started, she kept her gaze down while her father began to escort her down the aisle. A few steps into the room, she looked up toward the altar and saw her betrothed, her best friend, her secret love—Rock—standing there with a huge grin on his face. It took every bit of her self-control to keep from running down the aisle to rush into his arms, but she managed, tears of happiness streaming down her face. She squeezed her father’s arm, feeling a wave of relief wash over her. All her worries about who she would marry, who she would be bound to, melted away. Seeing Rock standing there, she laughed her way down the aisle.