Now that I’ve arrived at the final chapter, I’ve got to say that this story was 

a blast to write.  After this, though, I’ve got a more serious tale in mind.  

But with my strange sense of humor, it’s only a matter of time before the urge 

to get silly strikes me again.



Thanks to everyone who has taken the time to write. It means so much to

know that others are enjoying my work. Special thanks to Karyana, Princess

of the Moon and all points south of Delaware, for her gracious permission

to use the character "Lorilei". The S’Eyre are mine, lock, stock and gates

– so please ask permission if you’d like to use them. If you don’t, then in

the name of Rhode Island, I’ll punish you! That just doesn’t have the same

dramatic punch as Usagi’s speech does it? Speaking of which…



Standard Disclaimer: Even though they are used in this story, I do not

claim to own "Sailor Moon", any of the attendant characters or the City of

Cleveland.







                              "Royal Wedding"



                      A Sailor Moon Story in Six Parts



                                  By Meara



     Chapter 6 – "Picture Perfect" or "A Plethora of Pretty Princesses"







Gordon MacLaren was perfect for his job as Sargent-at-Arms for Crystal

Tokyo. His almost thirty years in the military has prepared him for any

number of bizarre, combat situations. He could take on explosives, spies,

and heavily armed combatants without batting an eye. Since the rise of

Crystal Tokyo, he’d learned to accept the existence of extraterrestrials

and even talking cats (well sort of anyway).







Magic, however, was something he’d always steadfastly refused to believe

in. He was very sure that it was all just superstition and nonsense. That

evening, however, as he strolled through the wing of the palace that housed

the ambassadors (to check on the new security system), he saw two things

that would forever change his mind.







The first was a stunning young woman dressed in a navy blue Channel

pantsuit. That, in itself wasn’t particularly odd. Any number of people

came to speak with the various Ambassadors every day. It was the way she

got to Prince Jameth’s door - by walking right out of a wall. She didn’t

even paused to smooth her long, dark green hair, as if moving through solid

wood and stone was an everyday occurrence for her. Perhaps it was, and that

was what bothered him. His mind had little time to deal with this as she

stopped and politely knocked on the door in front of her.







As she went into what MacLaren knew to be the S’Eyre prince’s private

rooms, a flash of light caught his attention. He whirled, a warrior’s

instinct coming to the fore. This was when the second and most interesting

surprise of the evening happened. The sight that greeted his bulging eyes

was, in many ways, more shocking than having a woman appear out of nowhere.







Golden light caressed the female form that was at its center, transforming

her into a creature that seemed more than human. Like Aphrodite rising from

the sea, the woman was bathed and transmuted by the power that flowed

around her. Gordon MacLaren immediately recognized the woman as the Senshi

of Venus. Normally, having one of the Queen’s special guardians appear

eased his mind, but not today. MacLaren had seen the woman just before the

light came and changed her in a way that was, well…magical.







It was Aino Minako. His sweet, simple little Mina was Sailor Venus?!







Gordon knew that he would have to confront her with this knowledge and all

the uncomfortable implications it raised (Did this mean that the Queen’s

other close friends were also Sailor Senshi? There were four of them – this

was beginning to make a lot of sense!). He wasn’t sure he was up to hearing

the answers. It would most likely involve the word "magic" a goodly number

of times. But first, he decided, a drink was in order. As Sargent Gordon

MacLaren left the hall way in front of the Ambassador’s door, he heard the

unmistakable voice of that talking, white cat, Artemis. It was then that he

decided to have several drinks – of single malt scotch.



"Geez, Mina" said Artemis in an affronted tone, "Transforming in the middle

of a hallway is not what I taught you. What if someone saw you?"



Mina waved a dismissive hand. "No one saw and excuse me, Superman, but

there aren’t any handy telephone booths for me to change in. Now be quiet

so I can listen." She pressed the side of her head against the wall. If

Mina had hoped that her Senshi form somehow had better hearing, she was

mistaken. "Damn" she whispered, "I can’t hear anything."



Artemis had his head against the wall, too. His feline hearing was superior

to even a Senshi’s. He didn’t like what seemed suspiciously like

eavesdropping and wasn’t about to tell her what was being said. "I’ll

remind you to bring a glass next time we do this sort of thing."



Mina’s index finger shot into the air as an idea came to her. She cupped

her hands and softly called for her "Love and Beauty Shock". With careful

skill she fashioned the energy into the shape she desired. Even Artemis had

to be a little impressed as Venus lifted her hand and placed the golden

"glass" on the wall. "Artemis, you’re a genius." she said as she glanced at

his unhappy face. "Don’t be such a grouch, this could be a lot worse, you

know. If you’ll remember, Rei wanted to be the one who got the scoop."



The white cat grunted in grudging agreement. He was very fond of Rei and

she was an excellent Senshi of Mars, but subtlety was not her strong point.

She would have grabbed one of the Prince’s household and threatened to fry

him if he didn’t talk. Maybe, he sighed loudly this way was better, after

all.



The golden haired warrior of love shushed at him. "Jameth is coming into

the room – quiet!"



                                 <<<<<>>>>>







Jameth bowed courteously to the woman he knew could be none other than the

legendary Keeper of the Timegate, Setsuna. "Greeting revered ancestoress.

How may I serve you?" He was attired in a shade of green that had been

known to blind people.







The first thing Jameth could do was change into clothing that didn’t

threaten to render her unconscious, she thought, but chose a less volatile

topic instead. "Please sit down. There’s something you need to know." She

patted the empty cushion on the couch next to her.







As the amorous ambassador did just that, he ever so courteously got off a

pre-emptive strike. "I love the fair Princess Serenity and nothing you can

say will ever change that." There was a shade too much passion in his voice

and the statement sounded like bad melodrama.







If Jameth had been expecting an argument, he doomed to disappointment. The

woman beside him raised one elegant eyebrow. "That’s not why I’m here

today. But since you brought the subject up, I do have a few things to say

about that" The ghost of a smile crossed her face as she saw Jameth’s

expression. "You assumed that I was here to try and talk you out of your

pursuit of Serenity didn’t you?" The look on the Prince’s face said it all.

"Assuming things will get you into trouble, Jameth."







She reached under the sofa she was on and pulled out a long, wrapped parcel

from where it had been inconspicuously resting. "This is from the High

King. He wants you to present it to King Endymion as a token of esteem."







Jameth took it, somewhat sheepishly. "I see."







The woman beside him did the last thing he expected of a legend - she

laughed loudly. "No you don’t! If you really did, you’d have given up the

pursuit of Neo-Queen Serenity a while back." Jameth had given her the

opening she’d been waiting for and she wasn’t about to waste it. "You do

realize that she’s not the Serenity – Heir to the Silver Millenium, don’t

you? That Serenity died over two thousand years ago!"







"Of course she is!" the perplexed peer protested. "She’s exactly as all the

history books say…" he floundered. This was not going at all well. He had

thought that the Keeper of Timegate was supposed to be more conservative

than this. "…And she does call herself Serenity."







"Appearances can be deceiving. I could call myself Hulk Hogan, but that

doesn’t mean I’ll be challenging you to a Texas Cage Match anytime soon."

She countered, green eyes sparkling with mischief, "You say you love

Serenity, but do you really know her? What’s her favorite color, favorite

food? Her nickname, or the book she keeps on her nightstand?"







The questions stopped the love lorn lothario cold. He’d never had it put to

him this way before. "I…don’t know." He finally admitted. "But it doesn’t

matter, Gatekeeper! I have loved Serenity from the first time I read about

her."







The green hair played about her shoulders as the woman shook her head.

"You’re making the same mistake people often make about the Keeper of the

Timegate. Serenity isn’t an unchanging icon you can place on a pedestal and

worship. She’s a living, breathing, changing person, who was given the

amazing gift of a second chance by her mother. She’s not who she was two

thousand years ago." A chuckle escaped her lips as she added, "Then again,

none of us are."







Jameth stared at her for a moment. When she had spoken of the Gatekeeper,

it was almost as if she was talking about someone else. As if the

Gatekeeper was a thing instead of a person. Is that what he’d been doing

with Serenity? The thought echoed uncomfortably in his head as the woman

stood to leave.







She touched a key shaped charm on her throat and it glowed. "Just consider

what I’ve said, Jameth." The air in back of her filled with silver light

and she moved toward it.







The prince gave a gasp as he saw that within the light was a second figure.

A figure that looked so like the woman he had just been talking to that

they could have been the same person. Standing in the corridor of eternity

and holding the Timestaff before her, was very clearly, Setsuna, Keeper of

the Timegate and Senshi of Pluto (Who still thought that easiest way to fix

this mess was to drop Jameth down a dry well).







Lorilei looked back and gave poor Jameth a wink. "Remember what I said,

about making assumptions? Think about it and I know you’ll do the right

thing."



                                 <<<<<>>>>>







When Mina had reported back to her friends, she had to admit that she wasn’t 

totally sure what had happened.  "All I know is that one minute Setsuna was 

telling him not make assumptions and then next he was making noises like all the 

oxygen had been pumped out of the room."



"Now there’s a pleasant thought" smiled Rei.



Ami was deep in thought as she considered all the possible things Setsuna could 

have said to him.  "Well, if he behaves himself at the reception Thursday night, 

then whatever she did obviously worked.  We’ll just have to be patient."



<<<<<>>>>>



It was a little over two weeks until the public ceremony in which the King and 

Queen would publicly renew their wedding vows to one another.  People of 

importance, and those who just thought they were had begun pouring in from every 

place on the globe.  Gifts, both large and small had also stared to arrive and 

that meant they had to be received and acknowledged in a very public manner.  

That’s what the reception tonight was all about.  All four of the Inner Senshi 

were on duty and an untransformed Setsuna was somewhere in the crowd, a last 

line of defense if need be.



As it turned out, they only thing the Queen and King would need saving from was 

bad taste.  One after the other, all manner of very expensive and flashy babbles 

was presented to them.  Usagi smiled and nodded until her face hurt.  Mamoru was 

lucky, she thought, all he had to do was look formidable (and he did it so very 

well).  She was the one expected to speak and say thank you for yet another 

truly awful piece of "art".



In the back of the room, Gordon MacLaren caught the eye of Sailor Jupiter.  (He 

knew now that she was also Kino Makoto, that conversation having gone much 

better than he could have ever anticipated.  At all his meetings with his young 

"boss", she now brought some of her incredible pastry.) She nodded to him and he 

moved to stand with the S’Eyre ambassador, Prince Jameth.  MacLaren tugged at 

his own formal dress kilt before reaching down to heft the large polished wood 

case that held a present for the King.  He gave the prince a quick glance.  

Since the prissy man was wearing an outfit in shades of burnt orange, a longer 

look would have made MacLaren’s stomach churn.



"Are you ready, Your Excellency?"  Asked the Sargent in as neutral a voice as he 

could manage.



The alien prince had not missed the look of reproach in the guard’s eyes. 

Sniffing delicately, he looked at the burly bewhiskered man.  (As if Jameth 

would ever take fashion advice from a man in a skirt!)  "Of course." He said in 

a superior tone, "You may follow me."  With a final fluff of the matching ocher 

lace at his neck, he strode confidently toward the dais that held Earth’s 

monarchs.



This night would change his life’s course forever.  It had taken him days of 

endlessly pouring over the two thousand year old Treaty of Selene before he’d 

seen it.  After the visit from Setsuna (Jameth was sure that the Keeper of the 

Timegate had managed to play some kind of temporal prank on him.  He’d never 

heard mention that Setsuna even had a twin, therefore, one couldn’t possibly 

exist!) he’d given up all his assumptions about Serenity.  It was then that he 

realized that she wasn’t the very last Princess of the Silver Millenium!  He 

still had a chance to make his dream come true.



Jameth noted with pride that every eye in the room was on him.  He bowed deeply 

as he came before the Queen and King.  "Your Majesties, I bring to you the 

affection of his Imperial Highness, Cryill, High King the S’Eyre. He rejoices 

with you as you renew your vows of love to one another."   He waited for 

MacLaren to place the gleaming wooden box before the King.  "He sends this gift 

to his Majesty, Endymion, King of Earth."







This surprised the King, and he moved to take the box. He opened it so that

everyone assembled might see the contents. Mamoru held up an exquisite

sword of an unknown metal that gave a soft golden glow as he held it. The

hilt was shaped like an open rose that then closed about his hand as he

gripped the weapon. Etched into the fine blade was a single, long rose.



"It is called ‘The Rose’s Thorn’ and was made for you by the greatest

weapons-smith in the entire Imperium. The High King asks that as you wear

it you remember always the ancient pact of friendship between our peoples!"



If Mamoru was surprised beyond words with the gift, the overdressed

ambassador’s next utterance made him positively ecstatic.



"And in accordance with that treaty, I ask your permission, gracious King,

to fulfil the wishes of its originators. I will seek the heart and hand of

one of the last Princesses of the Silver Millenium. I ask to be able to

court," He pointed to each of the Senshi as he spoke, "the fair Princesses

of Venus, Mars, Jupiter and Mercury!"



Mamoru was almost giddy with relief that his long, personal nightmare was

over. He burst into delighted laughter. "I don’t know if you can get one of

them to agree to marry you, Prince Jameth," he could feel Usagi kicking him

in the back of the leg, "but you are most welcome to try!"



                                <<<<<>>>>>>



In the northern part of the nation that had been known as Japan sat a church 

built in 1865.  Massive, fully mature trees shaded the simple, stone exterior on 

that perfect fall day.  Cloudless blue skies allowed the gentle rays of the 

autumnal sun to make the red and gold leaves glow as if by magic.  A light 

breeze occasionally teased at them and they would fall like a shower of jewels 

to carpet the ground.  Through this wonderland, a small, select group of 

individuals made their way inside.  Those who could not be inside the building 

itself, had the opportunity to see the ceremony on holographic projectors that 

were in the center of every town and village on the planet. It was a beautiful, 

romantic drama that was being watched by over 20 million people.



In a small room, at the back of the tiny church the Queen of Earth stood as 

still as possible, at least for her, as the last buttons on her gown were 

closed.  The dress was a magnificent creation of antique ivory satin.  It had a 

wide, sloping neckline that allowed the material to drape into soft folds just 

above the Queen’s décolletage.  In the back delicate cream colored silk roses 

held the satin as it gently draped down in sensuous folds, allowing a view of 

her shoulders and upper back.  The bodice was fitted to the waist, then flowed 

like water to the ground.   Long sleeves ended in lace that played at her 

wrists.



She wore a necklace of diamonds and pearls that had been a gift that very 

morning from her husband.  Matching pearl studs rested on her ears and in her 

hair, giving off a luster that made her skin seem to glow.  The elegant veil of 

translucent lace sat atop her golden hair and flowed well past her shoulders.  

It was like the fulfillment of a dream for her and she sighed heavily.



Rei tugged at the buttons as she gave Usagi a quick elbow.  "Stand still and 

suck it in while I get these button closed!"  One could always trust the Senshi 

of Mars to bring her Queen back to reality in a hurry. "Geez, how much weight 

have you put on, anyway?  If you don’t stop pigging out every five minutes 

you’re going to be bigger than Cleveland by the time the baby comes!"



"I am not getting fat!  Five pounds, Rei – I’ve only gained five pounds" Usagi 

protested, although she did as Rei had so prosaically put it, "suck it in".



"It’s not so much the extra weight as the way your body is storing it, now."  

Ami chimed in happily as she slipped on shoes to match the royal blue taffeta 

gown she was wearing.  "Right around your liver."



Mina was helping Mako fasten the emerald and gold necklace that matched her 

bridesmaid gown.  "In other words, Usagi-chan, you’re going to get a spare 

tire."  Said Mako as she winked at Rei.  "But don’t worry, Rei is just giving 

you a hard time.  You look fabulous!"



They all did.  Each of the bridesmaids dresses were a simpler version of Usagi’s 

gown, but in their own colors.  Ami was in royal blue, Mako in deep emerald 

green, Rei in burgundy and Mina in burnished gold.  Usagi had given each of them 

a necklace of precious stones and gold to go with their gowns as a gift.



"Better be nice to her, Rei," said Mina with a smile in her voice, "Or Usagi-

chan just may take back your necklace."  She fingered her own necklace of rare 

amber and gold.



Rei gave Usagi a final pat.  "Finished!  Where’s Setsuna anyway?  She made this 

gown, after all.  Shouldn’t she be here to see that it fits properly?"



"She said she had a promise to keep, but would be back in time for the service." 

Said Usagi as she turned to Rei.  She reached out and fussily adjusted the 

fantastic ruby and gold creation that adorned her friend.  "But we’ll have to 

start without her if she doesn’t get here soon."



As if one cue, there was a small tapping at the door.  Ami leaned over and 

opened it to reveal Mamoru in a simple but elegant, black tuxedo.  He smiled in 

sheer delight as he saw the "bride" and her friends.  "Sorry, Ladies, but its 

time.  We’ve got a church full of squirming dignitaries out there and being late 

is something," he gave Usagi a wink, "Tuxedo Kamen will not forgive."



The joyful strains of Bach’s "Brandenburg Concerto" filled the small church and 

the assembled guests rose to their feet.  Down the center aisle came the 

Princesses of Mercury and Jupiter, then following just behind, those of Mars and 

Venus.  They processed to the front of the church and turned.



Down the aisle, with a stately, measured step, came the Queen and King of Earth.  

The look of joy on their faces brought a smile to all that looked on them.  With 

grace and polish they came to the front of the church, stopped.  The priest 

signaled them to turn to face each other.



Mamoru felt such joy as he’d never known before.  This was the moment he’d 

waited two lifetimes for.  That he and Usagi had all ready been legally married 

mattered not a whit to him.  It was the opportunity to stand before the entire 

world and proclaim his undying love for the woman who firmly held his hand that 

brought a smile to his lips. His heart was pounding so loudly in his chest that 

Mamoru barely heard the words he spoke.  Any words today would be mere echoes of 

the eternal devotion that he gave to his beloved.  She was his life, his soul, 

his future and his only source of serenity.



Usagi thought her heart would burst with joy.  Even though she and Mamoru had 

been married in front of their friends less than two months ago, there was 

finality in this day that made her life complete.  With a clear voice, she 

rededicated herself to Mamoru, and promised to love and honor him till her life 

was done.



The priest smiled as he reaffirmed that they were indeed, husband and wife.  As 

they turned to process out of the church, a lingering glow caught Usagi’s 

attention.  She looked up at it and tightened her grip on Mamoru's hand.  He 

followed her line of sight to the choir loft saw the impossible.



Sailor Pluto stood, with her staff in hand, by what could only have been the 

entrance to the Timegate.  The great, glowing door was wide open and in it stood 

three figures.  Three live figures, not ghosts or apparitions.



Mamoru’s breath caught in his chest and his throat tightened as he recognized 

them.  It was his mother and father.  They held each other and smiled at him, 

joy in their faces.  His mother reached out to the woman beside her.



Usagi had tears of wonder in her crystal blue eyes as she saw her mother. The 

crescent moon sigil on her head shone brightly and she mouthed the words, "I 

love you".  Selene, last Queen of the Silver Millenium smiled at the couple and, 

raising her hand to her lips, gently blew them a kiss of farewell. Neo-Queen 

Serenity dropped into a deep curtsy and the King of Earth bowed respectfully as 

the people in the loft turned to disappear back into the mists of time.



The look on the faces of Rei, Ami, Mako and Mina told them that they too had 

seen Setsuna’s gift to the royal couple.  With their friends around them, and 

the crowd applauding, Usagi and Mamoru processed down the aisle and out into the 

glorious sunshine of the most perfect of autumn days.



<<<<<Epilogue>>>>>



Aino Minako couldn’t sleep.  There were many reason that might account for that.  

It had been an exciting, magical day.  Maybe her head was still spinning from 

the renewal ceremony.  Or maybe it was the grand ball that followed. There were 

more possible reasons for her wakefulness than she could count.



But most likely, it was because Jameth, Prince and Ambassador of the S’Eyre was 

standing beneath her window bellowing his lusty version of "Love me Tender."



<Sigh>



Mina was going to get Mamoru for this.



~~~The End~~~