Gregory's POV
I was nervous and excited at the same time. Our mother didn't stop me from checking our clothes. I am now wearing my wedding clothes.
"She'll be pretty. Don't worry," Dylan teases. My brothers laugh more.
"I know she's beautiful," I whispered.
I blink when I realize that I said it out loud. I look at my brothers. They're grinning at me.
"Stop it," I warned.
They're still doing it in the end. After half an hour, the door opens. Dad's confidant came in.
"Your majesties, the king and queen were calling the six of you downstairs. Prince Gregory, you need to fetch your bride in the room where she is," he remarks. I stood up.
"I'll go ahead first. You guys, better not mess up, okay?"
They laugh and rise up. "Yes boss!" they all said.
I laughed as I walked out of the room. I went downstairs. The rooms in the west wing of the palace had one purpose.
