"Miss Ray'ma Dianna Isle and Prince George of Wales's wedding will take place on February 19 of this year, 2037. At Westminister Abbey." The news reporter said I looked over at George, the man I would be marrying. We started dating when I was 23 and he was 21. I never thought I'd be marrying a prince, not even when I was younger. Though I dreamed about George and the British royal family and me becoming "Queen Consort Ray'ma", it never really clicked in my head that my dreams would actually come true. Standing here, in the grandeur of Westminster Abbey, I prayed to God, my Lord, that "I, Ray'ma Dianna Fallon Isle, will do anything for this country. Though I am not British, I will support my husband, this family, and the country that has opened its arms to me and embraces me with support, admiration, and love." Six hours earlier, I was in my hotel room with my mom, dad, sister, and brother. My dad came over to me and said, "Ray'ma, my daughter, my youngest beautiful daughter. You have come so far and achieved so much. I am incredibly proud of you. Remember to stay true to yourself and your values as you embark on this new journey. We will always be here for you, supporting and loving you every step of the way." With tears in my eyes, I hugged my dad tightly, feeling a mix of excitement and gratitude for the opportunities that lay ahead. "Thank you, Dad." I said it tearfully. Although me and my dad never had a "close" relationship, he knew I loved him, even for his mistakes. My mom came up and said, "Ray, I prayed that your name would be known; not only Jesus knows you and your name, but the world knows you by name and by heart." The four of us talked for a little before my dad and brother left the hotel room and went to get themselves ready. My mom is wearing a purple dress and matching dress coat with a hat and white mid-heels. My sister is my bridemaid, so she's wearing a short-sleeve satin mesh slick white dress with silver embroidery and a pearl necklace. My wedding dress is a long-sleeve satin lace sleeve with pure white satin going down. It matches my veil and wedding heels. I am wearing a tiara, a tiara that was gifted to me by my father-in-law, King William V. It's a rare tiara that only the queen wore—well, my late great-grandmother-in-law, Queen Elizabeth. The tiara is adorned with exquisite diamonds and red diamond rubies, adding a touch of elegance to my bridal ensemble. As a tribute to my heritage, the centerpieces at the reception will be a vibrant mix of traditional African blooms and classic American white roses. The floral arrangements will incorporate the rich colors and textures of Nigerian hibiscus, Cameroonian orchids, Ghanaian sunflowers, American hydrangeas, and for my husband, the British flowers Lilly of the Valley and English roses. I wore diamond cross earrings and my cross necklace to match. I rode in the carriage with my dad and with my sister. I waved at people that were screaming and chanting my name "Ray'ma" or "Queen Ray'ma". Nervous, I started to dig my nails into my hand. I prayed silently in my head, "Lord, you are my father; today I need your strength and guidance for as long as I shall live. May you grant me the wisdom, dignity, and humility to carry out my duties as the next Princess of Wales. Help my husband, George, find an understanding, loving, and supportive partner. I pray that my unborn children will be safe, for their lives will be in your hands, and they will have success in all that they do. In your son Jesus Christ's name, Amen." As we arrived at the venue, I took a deep breath and stepped out of the carriage, where people were yelling and waving the British and American flags. A man stretched his hand out to help me. I smiled at him and said a soft "Thank you." He nodded his head and said, "You're welcome, Miss." I waited for my father to step out of the carriage, and he came up on the right side of me, smiling at me. I saw the pride in his eyes. Never in more than 250 years has a black person married a member of the British royal family—well, the heir, that is. With the exception of Prince Harry and Meghan Markle, by the way, I couldn't stand Meghan when she found out that her nephew was dating a black woman; she called me "gold digger" and "mocker," and I'm not the one who spends 2.2 million euros on clothes by itself. Anyway, this day is all about me, George, and the Lord. As we walked into the church, I looked around, seeing George's family, friends, dignitaries, and rulers from other countries, such as Queen Leonor of Spain, her husband, children, her mother, and her sister. King Christian of Denmark with his wife and children, along with his siblings And the rest of the kings and queens of Europe, the Middle East, and other prominent figures from around the world. I saw Prince Louis, Prince George's little brother, staring at me excitedly. Louis is like a little brother to me. I've always wanted a little brother because I am the youngest in my family. I smiled back at him even though he probably couldn't see my face because of the veil, but he knew I was looking back at him. George walked towards us, shaking my father's hand and saying, "Thank you, sir." In his deep British accent, now it was time for me to bow to Queen Consort Catherine, my mother-in-law, and King William V, my father-in-law. Catherine looked at me with a warm smile and mouthed, "Welcome to the family." William looked at me with a "trying not to laugh" smile, which always made me laugh, knowing that I was already feeling nervous. As I curtsied before them, I couldn't help but feel a sense of relief, knowing that their welcoming gestures meant I was truly accepted into their royal lineage. I did a graceful curtsy, as George and my father bowed their heads.

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"Miss Ray'ma Dianna Isle and Prince George of Wales's wedding will take place on February 19 of this year, 2037. At Westminister Abbey." The news reporter said I looked over at George, the man I would be marrying. We started dating when I was 23 and he was 21. I never thought I'd be marrying a prince, not even when I was younger. Though I dreamed about George and the British royal family and me becoming "Queen Consort Ray'ma", it never really clicked in my head that my dreams would actually come true. Standing here, in the grandeur of Westminster Abbey, I prayed to God, my Lord, that "I, Ray'ma Dianna Fallon Isle, will do anything for this country. Though I am not British, I will support my husband, this family, and the country that has opened its arms to me and embraces me with support, admiration, and love." Six hours earlier, I was in my hotel room with my mom, dad, sister, and brother. My dad came over to me and said, "Ray'ma, my daughter, my youngest beautiful daughter. You have come so far and achieved so much. I am incredibly proud of you. Remember to stay true to yourself and your values as you embark on this new journey. We will always be here for you, supporting and loving you every step of the way." With tears in my eyes, I hugged my dad tightly, feeling a mix of excitement and gratitude for the opportunities that lay ahead. "Thank you, Dad." I said it tearfully. Although me and my dad never had a "close" relationship, he knew I loved him, even for his mistakes. My mom came up and said, "Ray, I prayed that your name would be known; not only Jesus knows you and your name, but the world knows you by name and by heart." The four of us talked for a little before my dad and brother left the hotel room and went to get themselves ready. My mom is wearing a purple dress and matching dress coat with a hat and white mid-heels. My sister is my bridemaid, so she's wearing a short-sleeve satin mesh slick white dress with silver embroidery and a pearl necklace. My wedding dress is a long-sleeve satin lace sleeve with pure white satin going down. It matches my veil and wedding heels. I am wearing a tiara, a tiara that was gifted to me by my father-in-law, King William V. It's a rare tiara that only the queen wore—well, my late great-grandmother-in-law, Queen Elizabeth. The tiara is adorned with exquisite diamonds and red diamond rubies, adding a touch of elegance to my bridal ensemble. As a tribute to my heritage, the centerpieces at the reception will be a vibrant mix of traditional African blooms and classic American white roses. The floral arrangements will incorporate the rich colors and textures of Nigerian hibiscus, Cameroonian orchids, Ghanaian sunflowers, American hydrangeas, and for my husband, the British flowers Lilly of the Valley and English roses. I wore diamond cross earrings and my cross necklace to match. I rode in the carriage with my dad and with my sister. I waved at people that were screaming and chanting my name "Ray'ma" or "Queen Ray'ma". Nervous, I started to dig my nails into my hand. I prayed silently in my head, "Lord, you are my father; today I need your strength and guidance for as long as I shall live. May you grant me the wisdom, dignity, and humility to carry out my duties as the next Princess of Wales. Help my husband, George, find an understanding, loving, and supportive partner. I pray that my unborn children will be safe, for their lives will be in your hands, and they will have success in all that they do. In your son Jesus Christ's name, Amen." As we arrived at the venue, I took a deep breath and stepped out of the carriage, where people were yelling and waving the British and American flags. A man stretched his hand out to help me. I smiled at him and said a soft "Thank you." He nodded his head and said, "You're welcome, Miss." I waited for my father to step out of the carriage, and he came up on the right side of me, smiling at me. I saw the pride in his eyes. Never in more than 250 years has a black person married a member of the British royal family—well, the heir, that is. With the exception of Prince Harry and Meghan Markle, by the way, I couldn't stand Meghan when she found out that her nephew was dating a black woman; she called me "gold digger" and "mocker," and I'm not the one who spends 2.2 million euros on clothes by itself. Anyway, this day is all about me, George, and the Lord. As we walked into the church, I looked around, seeing George's family, friends, dignitaries, and rulers from other countries, such as Queen Leonor of Spain, her husband, children, her mother, and her sister. King Christian of Denmark with his wife and children, along with his siblings And the rest of the kings and queens of Europe, the Middle East, and other prominent figures from around the world. I saw Prince Louis, Prince George's little brother, staring at me excitedly. Louis is like a little brother to me. I've always wanted a little brother because I am the youngest in my family. I smiled back at him even though he probably couldn't see my face because of the veil, but he knew I was looking back at him. George walked towards us, shaking my father's hand and saying, "Thank you, sir." In his deep British accent, now it was time for me to bow to Queen Consort Catherine, my mother-in-law, and King William V, my father-in-law. Catherine looked at me with a warm smile and mouthed, "Welcome to the family." William looked at me with a "trying not to laugh" smile, which always made me laugh, knowing that I was already feeling nervous. As I curtsied before them, I couldn't help but feel a sense of relief, knowing that their welcoming gestures meant I was truly accepted into their royal lineage. I did a graceful curtsy, as George and my father bowed their heads.

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As the wedding ceremony was about to begin, I found a moment to steal a private conversation with George. "Can you believe this is actually happening?" I whispered, my voice filled with awe.

George chuckled softly, his eyes sparkling with excitement. "No, I never could have imagined it. But I'm grateful that our paths crossed all those years ago."

"I feel the same way," I replied, brushing a stray strand of hair behind my ear. "You've shown me a world I never knew existed."

George took my hand in his, squeezing it gently. "And you've brought so much joy and love into my life. I couldn't have asked for a better partner."

Touched by his words, I felt a surge of emotion welling up inside me. "I promise to always support you, George. And to be the best Princess of Wales I can possibly be."

His eyes softened, filled with tenderness. "I have no doubt about that, Ray'ma. You're already a remarkable woman, and I know you'll excel in this role."

Just as we were about to continue our conversation, the doors of Westminister Abbey swung open, signaling the start of the ceremony. We exchanged a final loving glance before parting ways to take our positions.

As the ceremony unfolded, I couldn't help but feel overwhelmed with gratitude and love for the people who had supported me throughout this remarkable journey. I caught my mother's eye and mouthed a silent 'thank you' for her unwavering faith and prayers.

During the vows, my voice trembled slightly as I made my heartfelt promises. "I vow to stand by your side, George, through thick and thin. To embrace your family and our country with all my heart. Together, we will create a legacy of love and unity."

George's voice was filled with equal conviction as he professed his own vows. "I promise to cherish and protect you, Ray'ma, for as long as I live. Together, we will build a future based on trust, respect, and unwavering support."

As the ceremony came to a close and we were pronounced husband and wife, the congregation erupted into applause and cheers. I felt a surge of happiness and a profound sense of purpose.

Later, at the reception, amidst the joyful celebration and heartwarming speeches, George and I found a quiet moment alone.

His eyes locked with mine, his voice filled with sincerity. "You've made me the happiest man on Earth, Ray'ma. I couldn't imagine my life without you."

Tears welled up in my eyes as I squeezed his hand. "You've brought light and love into my life, George. I am so grateful to call you my husband."

We exchanged a tender kiss, knowing that together, we had the power to make a positive impact on the world and create a future filled with love, understanding, and unity.