Chapter Ninety-Seven
This time around, the inclement weather wasn't snow, but heavy rain and thunder. Even so, it would eventually give way to a rainbow overhead.
Anastasia attended her final fitting for her Tyler Wentworth-designed wedding gown. She had made her choice, and for once she was pleased with it.
After a week of questions about a set of pictures taken by an overzealous paparazzo at a private party, it was time for the speech everyone had been waiting for. Alexandra ended up addressing hundreds of cadets in the driving rain, with her grandfather Rudolph's stone statue standing forcefully ahead in the background. Whose idea was it again to have an outdoor ceremony?
"Each and every one of you is not here by accident," she began, her microphone-enhanced voice echoing through the air, with the slightest hint of her native Dutch accent. "You are here because you are the few and the proud!" Those opening lines drew thunderous applause, drowning out the rain falling from the sky.
Hoping that her voice would carry over the rain and thunder, she shouted in conclusion, after a fifteen-minute oration, "And so, cadets, future astronauts, it is our duty and our responsibility, to ensure the future of our realm, of other realms within our galaxy, and of galaxies yet to be discovered..."
Diplomat's daughters don't cry, but Alexandra, daughter of Hidden Springs' monarch and its highest-ranking diplomat, fought back a few tears after her speech.
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