William sat in The Golden State Coach, next to his soon-to-be wife, Catherin, who sat fidgeting with one of the frills of her wedding dress "Dear, what's wrong?" William asked, gently wrapping his arm around her waist and Catherin looked up at her husband-to-be "I-I don't think I can do this." Catherin said and William tilted his head "What do you mean? We've rehearsed it for months, you've met The Queen multiple times before and you're the one that proposed first." "William comforted, gently rubbing her back* "This is different Will..." Catherin responded, looking back at her skirts "This is real, and it's not just in front of The Queen but hundreds if not thousands of people, what if they don't like me?... or what if they think I'm a spy for the Kremlin? .... o-or- or..." Catherin continues to worry, her English slowly melting into her native Russian "Hey now." William said taking her hands in his "They love you almost as much as I do, and it's not like this is the first time you're going to be in front of a lot of people, and even if I were a spy, I wouldn't care because I'd be so blindly in love with you that I wouldn't notice. Listen Cathey, I love you and you love me, so let's get married, hm?" Catherin shivered a little and leans onto him with a contentive sigh "Yes... I suppose we should."