Disclaimer – If I owned HDM I would SO not be writing fanfiction about it!

Dedicated to my little Sister Mushroom1302.

This story is in Lyra's Point of View.

The Happiest day of my Life.

I never believed I would be doing this. Ten steps. That's all it will take, and then I'll be at the altar.

Ten steps.

I know I said I would do this. And I will. I love him. I really do. After all, your wedding day is supposed to be the happiest day of your life isn't it? And it is. I am happy. But sad too.

Nine steps.

I can see him through my veil. He looks terrified. I can't help but smile. He looks especially handsome today. I never really thought of him as handsome before.

Eight steps.

John Faa is watching me. I think he thinks I'm going to run away. But I won't. I'm here. He's officiating. I can see my friends around me. Ma Costa is crying already.

Seven steps.

I thought your life was supposed to flash before your eyes when you were drowning. Mine's doing it now. Everything… and Everyone.

Six steps.

Maybe this is a mistake. Maybe I should just go now. But I can't. I won't. I am Lyra Silvertongue! I do not run away form my fears. I face them, as Iorek Byrnison would. I wish he were here now. But he has his own duties. And I have mine.

Five steps.

Halfway there now. No turning back. I'm a little frightened. But I shouldn't be. I'm going to spend the rest of my life with him. We'll hold hands, kiss, even have children one day.

Four steps.

And yet I feel guilty. Like I'm betraying him. But I'm not. I'm not! I'm to betraying anyone. I'm doing it. I'm learning to read the Alethiometer again. The symbols are becoming clearer everyday.

Three Steps.

I'm so close now. I can see Dame Hannah watching with pride. The Master of Jordan died some time ago now. Farder Coram is dead too. I wish he were here to help me.

Two steps.

No, I can't rely on everyone else anymore. I have to do it by myself. Pantalaimon is sitting on my shoulder, his head rubbing against my neck. My beloved Dæmon. The companion of my heart is here with me. We are still together. We are still one. We may be separated but nothing can truly part us.

One step.

Just one more step. One more step to my new life. A bride, a wife, a mother. None of those words suit me.

I'm here. John Faa smiles at us. Neither of us wanted a long ceremony. Just the basics. John Faa begins.

"Friends, we are here to witness the union of this man and this woman. If any man objects to this union, Gyptian or Landloper, let him speak now or forever hold his peace."

There is silence. He continues,

"Do you take this man to be your lawfully wedded husband, for as long as you both shall live?"

"I do." I say clearly, pleased at how clear and strong my voice is. John Faa turns to him.

"Do you take this woman to be your lawfully wedded wife, for as long as you both shall live?"

"I do." He says. John Faa smiles.

"Then, keeping it short, I now pronounce you Husband and Wife."

He bends down and lifts the veil. We smile at each other. Then we kiss. So much meaning and love in that one kiss.

I'm a married woman.

A wife.

I have a husband.

A brave, wonderful man.

Billy Costa.


I hope that was ok! I had to mess around with the wedding ceremony words a bit, so as not to give away the name.

I don't know how I got this plot. It just came to me. 

Lotsa luv