Royal Wedding

The day seemed to go well.  All smiles from the prince and new princess.  Appropriate pauses and litanies from the participants.  Children singing, relatives plotting, snoozing or gazing off with the disinterested glare genetically gifted to the British aristocracy.

Food was prepared.  Music was in the air.  Caterers catered and archbishops bishopped.

Above and below, however, things weren't running as smoothly.

4 fairies from the court of Lord Auberon of Faerie, allowed onto holy ground for the first time since the nearly disastrous coronation of Victoria allowed themselves to be photographed by the news cameras sweeping the cathedral as they hid in the crystal chandeliers above the rows of guests.  Calls were immediately issued to networks and agents in media control rooms across the western world began to scour the footage for any other slip ups as their peers used digital scrubs to blur the chandeliers as if the light were obscuring the cameras view.

Once the fairies were returned to their party by several Tower of London ravens working the trees and rafters of the cathedral, they were immediately banned from attending any further wedding festivities and sent back to their rooms constructed for them in the gardens of Buckingham Palace.   Auberon himself went on to attend the stag hunt held at the Windsor's country estate.  2 stags were brought down and 3 human criminals caught and stuffed by the fairy king's Lord of the Hunt.  One of which was rumored to be a werewolf but, despite spells and conditions simulating a full moon above the moors upon which the hunt took place, disappointingly failed to change.

The Royals cousins from the eastern bloc presented themselves at the evening reception and stayed for most of the party.  A few wandered off seeking the thrills of a celebratory London late night and were seen with an American pop star and her director husband imbibing at several exclusive clubs.  Curiously, there were seven young men and women reported missing around the east end clubs that evening who have still not turned up over the weekend.

The Alliance of Colors sent Chartreuse and Puce to represent them.  They hovered as a thin chartreuse and puce fog in the shadows of the cathedral and those that walked through or near them became slightly dizzy and either, in the case of Chartreuse, felt angst about wrongs done a lost love or, in the case of Puce, became slightly resentful of their neighbors and wished them misfortune.

27 different paranormal investigation agencies were represented at the wedding.  Each nervously scanning the crowd for magic malfeasances with the icy stares of a police officer off duty at a Grateful Dead concert.  Treaties and Oaths had been sworn that prohibited tampering with the festivities but in the complicated world of the supernatural and royal politics, no one could rely on the word of others.