The Many Adventures of Lost Lenore
an excerpt

So Edgar slept through most of the day, fading in and out of consciousness as people around him were going around making things ready for the wedding. They dressed him in special finery, foppish and extremely colorful, so that he would match the Queen well in the pictures. His new costume involved a pair of peach colored knee breeches, a frilly undershirt of ocean spray blue, and most notably a quarter length burgundy coat which was pleated to the point of near frilliness. It also had ridiculous frilly yellow cuffs that hung down to waist height if the arms were outstretched.
Yes, Edgar slept through all these preparations, as well as supper and the arrival of the guests. Finally, as people were filing into the auditorium thing, he woke up mid-snore and his eyes fluttered opened. He found that his mouth had been open and he'd drooled all over himself, and also that he'd been propped up in a chair at the end of the aisle where everyone could see him.
Well that was embarrassing. Fortunately the ceremony had not started yet and everyone was still milling around.
Wait. Ceremony…
Edger lived in a simple enough world, a world that was held together by supper gongs and morning restoratives. Never before had he had occasion to doubt his own identity. But waking up in such random surroundings and dressed in such outlandish clothing as these, he suddenly found himself filled with the gravest of imaginable doubts.
His mind raced, as fast as his mind could race, as he tried to dredge up certain important details that would almost certainly shed some light on these developments. He was still quite groggy though, and his thoughts kept seizing up every few moments. He closed his eyes and rubbed his face, trying to clear his head.
When he opened them again he saw that everyone was starting to settle down for the ceremony, whatever it might be. He looked around self consciously and wondered if he was supposed to be doing something. He stood up on wobbly legs and steadied himself by taking hold of the back of the chair.
Music started to play, a slow march of some kind. This was really starting to remind him of a wedding. And judging by his costume compared to that of the others in the room, and the fact that he was standing on some kind of platform in front of the sitting attendees, he was probably involved somehow.
The Bride appeared in the door at the other end of the aisle. Her dress was roughly the size of a main sail, and was so frilly and puffy and ribbony that it was hard to make out any particular shape at all. And the whiteness of the thing was blinding. Edgar instinctively held up an arm against the brightness, and The woman grinned at him with a strange expression.
Oh no. What a thing to forget.
He stared at her face as she approached, desperately trying to place it. It did look familiar, but he felt like his head was in a fog and try as he might he just couldn't shake the muzzy feeling. She got all the way to the stage and stepped up beside him and he still didn't know who she was.
"Er," he stammered, under his breath, "this is dashed embarrassing, but…" he cleared his throat awkwardly. "...Well I’ll just say it. I don't actually remember who you are."
"I'm the love of your life, Edgar dear!" she said, grinning fit to split her face.
"Ah." Edgar said. "Er, I'm afraid that doesn't help. Um…Are-are we meant to be getting married right now?"
"We are indeed!" she said, and her dress went on glowing.
Edger didn't really know how to proceed. He figured he should remember somebody who was the love of his life, but he also didn't want to disappoint this girl or embarrass himself in front of all these people. He stood there trying to decide what to do, and the ceremony went on despite his indecision.
"Will you, Your Majesty Queen Euphonia, take this young man Edgar Deveral to be your lawfully wedded husband for ever and ever and ever and ever?" asked the lavishly dressed Justice of the Peace person who was standing in front of them.
"Yes times infinity."
"And will you, Your Possible Future Highness Edgar Deveral, take this most glorious young woman Her Majesty Queen Euphonia to be your lawfully wedded wife for ever and ever and ever and ever?"
"Er…"
"That's upworlder for 'yes.'" Explained the Queen to the lavishly dressed Justice of the Peace person, who nodded.
"Um, actually—"
"If anyone in attendance knows of any reason why these two should not be married, let them speak now or forever and ever and ever and ever hold their pie."
"DINOSAURS!!!!"
It was one of the guards who had yelled that, as he came running through the doors of the auditorium, waving his arms frantically. Behind him there was the rather distinct and unmistakable sound of dinosaur feet pounding on marble floors.
All the guests jumped out of their seats and made for the exits as a number of dinosaurs did indeed burst through the doors, which weren't even closed. Dinosaurs tend to burst through doors, whether they're closed or opened. There were three dinosaurs in all, every one a triceratops, and there were people riding them too.
The wild-eyed thing on the right was topped by Mrs. Evans, Moll and Agnes, once again dressed in their own clothes, who were looking rather terrified at the moment. The head-tossing thing on the left was carrying Widdershins, Cyrus and Wick, who were looking much the same and were also wearing their own clothes again. The snorting, floor-pawing thing in the middle was carrying a very determined looking Lenore, who was wearing a clunky looking splint on her right leg.
"I object."
"Lenore?" Edgar peeked out from behind the Queen, who he had jumped behind when the creatures had first come in.
"Edgar, have you been drooling on yourself?"
"Er…"
"What is the meaning of this?" asked the Queen, though it was more of a rhetorical question. "You're supposed to be dead!"
"Dead?" Lenore feigned surprise and looked at her hands and her body, then looked back up at the Queen. She shrugged. "You must be mistaken, for I am quite alive."
"Get out of here, you're ruining my wedding!"
"Actually I'd say it's pretty well ruined already. Allow me to ruin it further by rescuing the unwilling groom."
"Oh, am I unwilling then?" asked Edgar, sincerely wondering.
"Come on Edgar, climb aboard." Lenore patted the saddle behind her.
"Don't you dare!" shouted the Queen, grabbing hold of Edgar by one of the ludicrous cuffs. "You're getting married to me whether you like it or not!"
"But she objected!" said Edgar lamely, trying to pull away from her grip.
"And the Justice of the Peace person is no longer here to pronounce you man and wife!" piped Moll from the right.
That was a very good point.
"Guards!" shouted the Queen, and a number of such crowded into the room. They backed off when they saw the dinosaurs, but waited for instructions.
"Don't just stand there, arrest this lot and go retrieve the Justice of the Peace!"