A/N: I don't usually do this, but I want to address a couple of reviewers, and they have not given me the option of PMing them. First, Smithy: I'm disappointed that all you can find to comment on in my fic is a minor background detail that gets maybe two sentences. K/L is as established a couple in fanfic as Lotor/Allura. Yes, Keith has risked his life many times for Allura. He DOES love her, in my universe, but as a little sister. He's not in love with her. And if you are not homophobic, then why does my pairing of Keith/Lance give you "the willies" and come off as creepy? Secondly, to LinkandZeldagrl: Plagiarism is a serious accusation, and it's beyond cowardly to make it in anonymity, with no evidence to back it. The only part of this story I did not write myself is Romelle's wedding vows, and I have permission to use those. *Deep breath* OK, here we go. Last chapter:

Sven stood outside the ballroom, Romelle's hand tucked into the crook of his left elbow, as they waited to be introduced into their wedding reception. He glanced down at the petite blonde and smiled. "Haf I told you dat you look beautiful, Mrs. Holgersson? And dat I love you?"

She squeezed his arm. "You have, but you don't have to stop. And I love the sound of that. Mrs. Holgersson." She all but purred the name, and Sven laughed, leaning down for a quick kiss. "You're finally mine," she said softly. "No one can take you from me now."

Sven put his hand over hers. "No von ever could, elskede. I vould kill anyvon who tried. I am yours, completely. I haf been since dat first day in de Pit."

She smiled up at him, and would have said more, but just then the doors swung open, and the Chamberlain announced, "Crown Princess Romelle, and her Prince Consort, Commander Sven Holgersson!" Sven patted her hand, and they walked in to the applause of their guests and friends.

Sven led her to the center of the dance floor, taking her right hand in his left and putting his right hand at the back of her small waist. The musicians began the waltz they had selected for their first dance, and he deftly guided Romelle around the floor. She looked up at him, love and surprise in her blue eyes."I didn't know you could dance so well!"

He laughed. "My mother vas de district governor for Norvay; I vas in dance and manners classes fery young. And it is required at de Academy as vell, much to Lance and Hunk's displeasure." He slowly spun her away from him, then back into his arms, and dipped her for a kiss as the music ended.

Romelle blushed at the applause the kiss got, and let Sven put an arm around her to guide her to the table where their wedding cake resided, a six-tier affair of lemon, vanilla, and orange cakes. Sven's Academy saber lay on the table next to the cake, ribbons wrapped around the guard. She picked it up, Sven covered her hands with his own, and they cut the cake. Servers moved in to continue the cutting, and quickly placed small pieces in front of the bridal couple. As they picked them up and moved to feed each other, Sven paused, a devilish glint in his eyes. "Erik Sven, don't you dare," Romelle warned. "I WILL make you sleep on the couch tonight!" He grinned at her, then took a tiny amount of frosting on his finger and dotted her nose with it before gently feeding her the bite of cake.

Lance laughed at them as they came to the head table and sat down to await dinner. "You're smarter than I am, Viking, I'll give you that."

Sven snorted. "Ve knew dat. I haf not forgotten you smashing YOUR vedding cake into Keit's face. Or him making you sleep in de common room dat night."

Lance grinned. "Totally worth it." He leaned over and kissed Keith's cheek, earning a gentle smile in return. Dinner arrived then, and everyone turned their attention to eating. Sven fed Romelle bites from his plate, hoping to hide the fact that he was barely eating. He was really starting to hurt, and while he could hide the pain, he could not keep it from stealing his appetite.

As the dinner wound down, and servers distributed the cake, Lance got to his feet, tapping his wineglass. Conversations died as the guests turned their attention to the Voltron Force second. "Well, I never thought I would see the day when the Viking Scourge of Garrison Academy was tamed," he grinned, glancing at a glowering Sven and blushing Romelle. The guests laughed; when they subsided, Lance's grin faded, and he continued in a serious tone. "In all seriousness; Sven, you've been the best friend a guy could ever have. I owe my life to you, and will never be able to make that up. I love you like a brother, and I am so grateful to Romelle, for finding you and bringing you back to us." He smiled at Romelle, who beamed up at him. "Romelle, welcome to our crazy little family. We love you; not just for Sven, but for your own self. We're glad you're with us." He leaned down and kissed her cheek, then clapped a hand on Sven's shoulder. The big Norwegian, eyes suspiciously bright, stood up and embraced him fiercely. "I meant every word," Lance whispered.

"I know," Sven whispered in return. "Jeg elsker deg også, min bror." He released Lance and sat down as the orchestra struck up a dance. Lance offered his hand to Romelle.

"Mrs. Holgersson, may I have the honor of a dance?" She glanced to Sven, who nodded encouragingly, and put her hand in Lance's, letting him help her to her feet and escort her to the dance floor.

"I thought you didn't like to dance?" she asked as Lance deftly swung her into the dance.

He laughed. "Sven always gets that confused. I hated the Academy class; the teacher was an idiot. I DO like to dance, very much, but Keith's a hard one to get on the floor. He doesn't like calling attention to himself."

She smiled up at him. "Well, you can dance with me any time. If Sven isn't dancing."

"I will remember that." Lance glanced over her shoulder to see Sven, talking to Keith, but his eyes locked on Romelle. "I've never seen him this happy, Romelle. I know I don't have to tell you; take care of him, and he will always take care of you. He'd die for you without a second thought."

Keith and Sven were watching their spouses, but most of Keith's attention was on Sven, who was pale and getting paler. "Lance comes back with her, you two should make your getaway," he said quietly. "I know you're hurting."

Sven shook his head. "De reception vill go on for a vhile yet. Ve vill be expected to be here."

"No one will think twice about the bride and groom being eager to get to their wedding night," Keith countered. "They will talk more if you collapse in the middle of your reception, which you look like you're going to do any minute. I'm serious, Sven. I can't order you anymore, but. . . I can ask as a friend. Take Romelle, get out of here, and go get some rest. This party will go on without you."

The Norwegian finally nodded with a sigh. "I haf overdone it today," he agreed ruefully as Lance and Romelle came back to the table. He got to his feet and held a hand to Romelle. "Are you ready to go, elskede?"

Romelle glanced up at him, startled; the reception had barely begun. But as she looked, she could see the pain in his face, and how pale he was. "I believe I am." She put her hand in his, smiling shyly up at him through her lashes.

Sven raised his voice to address the reception. "Ve vill take our leaf of you now. Good night, and enjoy de rest of de reception." He tucked Romelle's hand into the crook of his arm, and they swept out to the applause of their guests. Once out of sight, he paused and leaned against the wall, fighting a wave of dizziness.

Romelle put a hand on his shoulder. "Sven? Are you all right?"

"Ja, just give me a minute." He put his head down and took a couple of breaths, then gathered his strength and pushed off the wall. Two more rest stops, and they arrived at their suite. Sven unbuttoned Romelle's dress, then sat on the bed and removed his uniform. Once stripped to his boxers and tshirt, he carefully crawled under the covers; Romelle in her lingerie joined him a moment later. "Not de vedding night I intended," he said ruefully, putting an arm around her. "I am sorry, elskede."

Romelle snuggled up to his side, putting a gentle hand on his chest. "Shh, just rest. We have the rest of our lives together. I love you, Sven. I'm so glad to be your wife."

Sven turned and kissed her lovingly. "And I am glad to be your husband. Jeg elsker deg, Mrs. Holgersson." He turned and put his other arm around her, and they fell asleep together.