The rest of the day passed by in an uneventul blur. I was finally queen, and I wanted Edward to be the king. Just to get him to ask... I had imagined how I wanted my boyfriend to propose, but one problem, I never had a boyfriend. Now I did. Edward was shy, but not too shy to where he won't ask.

He may have been 124, but he looked 17, and I was 19, so does it matter? Love doesn't know age, even if I did. I knew he would wait for a while before he proposed, and I was fine with that. I think. I knew he loved me, and I loved him, too. It would be fine if he waited for a billion years before he asked me, or a trillion. I just wanted him to ask me to marry him!

Still snuck out for our midnight-mocha-meetings. We sat at the table like always and just talked. We didn't really have a subject, just about what was happening in Trolla then. We'd walk back upstairs hand in hand, breathing in the moment.

"Seems like it was a week ago when you beat me with a baseball bat, knocked me out, and imprisoned me. Ah memories, huh?" I said laughing.

"Really! I wasn't the one that knocked you senseless, though. That was the driver!" he pointed at me, with the finger that was intertwined into my own. I laughed.

"You aided, didn't you?" I asked, laughing harder now.

"Maybe. I can neither deny nor admit that." He gave me a look with a glint of mischief echoing in those blue orbs. I smiled and snuggled into him. Nothing could be more perfect.

"Oh, shut up!" I whispered. He opened my door like the perfect little gentleman he was. I walked in after we kissed and laid flat on my back, my pony tail stabbing me in the back of the head. I smiled in the darkness and threw a pillow over my face to hide the laugh that was bubbling up from somewhere deep down inside of me. Edward did that to me, we'd talk for a few minutes even, and my normally hunched up sad demeanor went out the window.

Why did he make me so happy? Frickin' giddy, even?! I guess it was because he was my boyfriend and I loved him. But to the point where I just wanted to die I was so happy? Was that normal? I guess?

But, anyway, I slept peacefully that night, the first time since the funeral and the coronation. I realized when I woke up that I was still wearing Edward's Under Armour sweatshirt he had lent me the night before when I said I was cold. I snuggled into it, putting the hood up around my ears. I could smell him on it. The smell of Edward: laundry soap, cologne, and everything else good in the world.

I stared down at the green fabric that was wrapping me in its warmth. I curled up in a ball and sighed happily. I stared at the ceiling, the swirls of the paintbrushes forming patterns and lines. I doubted if he was ever getting this back! Laying there, it seemed nothing was wrong in the world, when at the time every thing was wrong.

A king was in the ground, wait, no. Two kings, counting my father. I was queen, and turns out, the first queen Trolla has had in five-hundred years. So, no pressure. I knew Trolla was going to be hard to reign, but not impossible. I may be only 19, but I know I can be a queen.

I mean, how hard can it be? Just reigning a few thousand people couldn't be that difficult, can it? I was in Student Council in America, and I was almost Junior-class president. I knew how to work a crowd, even if I was ridiculously shy. People in America told me that I knew what appeals to people, even if I didn't see it.

Trolla was under my reign now, and I was going to make sure I wasn't like the other queen they had five-hundred years ago. In other terms, she was the dictator queen of Trolla. She wouldn't let them practice their own religon, that was a no-no. And other things I forgot about. In the castle library, there were over three hundred books on her.

I had only been ruling for two weeks, but shouldn't there be a few books on me, too? I mean, c'mon, people! I was ninteen when I was coronated, she was thirty-seven.

I laid in bed for about twenty more minutes before getting up to wake up fully. I put Edward's sweatshirt in my closet all the way at the back to keep it hidden from view. I loved everything about that hoodie, from the way I had so much room in it (Edward was 6'2", and I was 5'3") to the way it looked on him. And me, too, of course. I walked out into the hallway and bumped into none other than the guy who was on mind all the time.

"Hey, cutie," he said to me. I blushed.

"Hey" was all it took to make me blush. Just the sound of his voice made me get an electric shock.

I smiled back and walked down the hall, trying to find the nearest bathroom. There were so many, it was hard to find one.

"Noella, you mad at me?" Edward asked.

"No, just got to pee," I replied, turning in a circle.

"Well, can it wait for, like, a couple minutes? I have to ask you something..." He let his voice trail off as he walked towards me slowly. I stopped and nodded.

"Don't make me laugh, though, I may dribble." He chuckled and shook his head at that.

"Ok, so... um... I talked to your mom and asked her a really important question that may affect us for the rest of our natural born lives, and she was entirely okay with it." He blushed and scratched the back of his neck. I could see his eyes cloud over with nerves and fear.

"Well, basically what I'm trying to say is," he sighed nervously, "Noellawillyoumarryme?" he finished in a rush.

It took me a minute to realize that he was on one knee in front of me. It dawned on me and I felt my eyes cloud. But, not with fear.

"Yes!" I said. "I will marry you."

(A/N Slight irony, I was listening to Bruno Mars' Marry You as I wrote this... Coincidence?)