-The Wedding of Magrej and Abigail-

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The day had started out rather fantastic. The weather was finally looking up with locks of sunlight that grazed the landscape that had now become scarred from the ruins of the fire that had eaten at most of Ellsinora. The landscape itself was no longer beautiful but that didn’t mean that the weather wasn’t. There was no mistaking that today was the day. The day of the wedding between King Magrej and Princess Abigail. The wedding drew that of the Muration beings and tentatively a few from Ellsinora as well. It was made out to be a rather large event with a rich silken carpet laid over the ground down the aisle that the future Queen would walk in the dark color of ebony trimmed in gold. The entire array of golden chairs were adorned with a silken black bow folded at the back of the chair and there at the head of the aisle was an arching entryway adorned with ivy and black roses. White rose petals were sprinkled along the black silk aisle though otherwise black roses adorned the entire area peeking out of many cracks and crevices. The reception was set up within the courtyard and there were tables lined with black silk atop them with bowls of fresh water and black petals drifting about within the water. The reception area would be lit with Sprites either imprisoned or too frightened to attempt to escape back to the realm and with their Queen ill and unable to fight she could not rescue them and so they had been pulled into service at the wedding of the century, the wedding of the wicked hearts.

The future Queen herself was currently standing within a room inside of the castle tucked away within the intricate walls of her home. Her dress was not the typical white but instead, it was a vibrant silken crimson. From top to bottom it was an elegant and beautiful gown though the Princess herself held a heart wrapped in shadows. Her lavender eyes on this day held a look of ultimate delight and satisfaction. Her marriage to King Magrej was something that she had been hoping for for quite some time now. It was about time that she got her wedding. Now as she stood within her room she was dressed and ready for her own wedding. The gown was elegant. The torso was strapless and clung securely to her form, beaded with small glittering beads and leading down into the ruffles of the skirt as well as the shimmering crimson silk that the dress had been created as by her order. At her neck there was rested her ruby necklace with layers of glittering red gems lining the necklace and a gold frame to hold it together. At her wrists there laid a ruby bracelet on each wrist, glittering and framing her slender wrist on either side. In her ears dripped hanging ruby gems as well and atop her head there was adorned a diamond encrusted crown accented with rubies as well. Her hair had been pulled back a bit and fell down her back and against her shoulders in evident curls and waves. There was a black rose settled towards the back of her head just behind the edge of her crown. Her fingers were adorned with a pair of rings both a diamond and a ruby of course. Her porcelain skin was dripping with rubies and gems and her form was held into her ball gown shaped wedding dress that folded out with a train a few inches long that led behind her.

As the Princess awaited the maid to finish her final curl, she sighed, staring at her reflection in the mirror with a slight grin as she glanced over her own expression, sprinkling lavender oil against her skin before she turned with a huff, motioning for the woman to gather her train and the folds of her dress before she stepped forward. “Has someone checked to be sure that the King has left the premises?” she inquired of the maid who nodded mutely. Magrej would not see his bride until the moment that she stepped onto the aisle to marry him. She had been sure that the King had been prepared and whisked from the castle before the time that she herself would finish and so now she turned for the door with a curt nod to the woman. Descending the steps the Princess held a rather haughty and high class look upon her face. She knew just who she was and she was fully supportive of her own decision to become the Queen at Magrej’s side. She wanted to be his Queen, she wanted her children to be heirs to a throne and she wanted the power over the rest of the petty people sprinkled throughout the lands. The thought made her smile as she eyed a maid passing by at the base of the staircase, making sure that the steps were clear for the Princess as she stepped forward to the ground floor. She paused for a brief moment, glancing back at the maid at her back who rather quickly offered a wavering smile to the Princess to show her support no matter the fact that on the inside she was trembling. She had known Abigail since she was little and even throughout the years she could not have anticipated this day that Abigail would officially give herself over to the wicked side of life.

However the Princess turned for the door with a huffing sigh as she approached the doors. A pair of Murate soldiers swung the doors wide, silent as they watched the Princess step from the castle and out into the pale rays of sunshine that escaped the few soft grey clouds that had drifted in with the afternoon sun. Casting a glance skyward, she only gave a faint smile before dropping her gaze again. Her lips curved upwards into a twisting smile, her eyes wandering ahead along the path towards where her ceremony would be held and as she made her way forward, the maid hurried along at her back with another rather quickly flanking her. Silence enveloped the parade as the flower girl fell into step before herself. The girl had been delivered to her by one of the soldiers and she looked terrified. Her movements were mechanical as she slid her basket of black rose petals onto her arm and scurried forward. The Queen gave a slight flick of her fingers and a soldier stepped forward, promptly shoving the child into a proper stature and the girl squeaked, wincing before she stood rather stiffly, her steps like a robot as each foot lifted and came forward before the next came forward to replace it. Satisfied, the Princess nodded curtly and stepped forward once again as she followed the child down towards her own wedding.

It wasn’t long before she reached the ceremony and there at the end of the aisle she rather expected the King Magrej to be. She had no father to walk her down the aisle and nor would she want him to had he survived this long. No. She would walk alone into her own destiny, a path that she had happily chosen for herself. There were chairs lining either side of the aisle a few feet from the silken path so that no unworthy hands could reach out and touch her or the dress that she wore and there would be no risk of anyone touching her without a soldier stepping in to snap a hand or to, or perhaps to sever it off completely. Either way would satisfy the future Queen and she grinned at the thought. Further on down the aisle before the rows of chairs there was the past Queen of Ellsinora. Abigail had had her chained and dressed in a simple and drab cream cotton dress. The Queen was often delivered rags to change her clothes and her once brilliant white hair was disheveled for she had been given nothing but the dress to put on. She was given nothing but bread and now and again a piece of jerky to dine on and a simple cup of water three times a day from a small wooden cup. The Queen was not treated well and nor would Abbie allow her to show up here in her former splendor. The Queen’s dog had gone missing suspiciously and if the Queen inquired, the guards in the dungeons sent to keep her in her cell and quiet would simply spin frightening tales of ways that the creature could have been tortured or eaten. Now, the Queen was tied down with a solid iron ball, chains leading to her ankles as well as her wrists and waist held her in place. Abigail wanted to be sure that her mother knew who was in power now. It was no longer the time of Queen Liliandil, it was the time of Queen Abigail. She chuckled softly and watched the form of her white haired mother for a moment before she came to look down the aisle instead to where her fiancée would no doubt be waiting. A small group of musicians was seated a few feet from where the King and the Princess would exchange vows and as she poised herself at the head of the aisle and the maids quickly prepared her train and the ruffles of her dress, a tune began to play.

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Magrej...

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The day was finally here. Magrej exhaled deeply as he awaited at the front of the aisle for his beautiful bride to come out. He could hear the faint murmuring of the crowd as they waited as well. As his black eyes glanced over the chairs, taking in the black decorations, they finally settled at the beginning of the aisle, ready to watch Princess Abigail enter. Earlier this morning, the King was surrounded by more maids then usual. Each one having a particular job- some helped him with the black royal outfit he was to wear. His outfit consisted of silk, black trousers, a black undershirt, black boots, and lastly, his royal, black rope, which had been modified slightly by his servants by adding a crimson color detail. After Magrej had dressed himself, maids came before him making sure everything was intact and in its right place. Others had cleaned his mask beforehand, making sure it was sparkling clean for the wedding of the century.

Now as he waited, mask in its familiar place, sleeping upon his face. The king couldn't but help to feel slightly nervous. He was never married before, nor did he ever planned on being. But when Abigail had made a point to come into his domain, and after he, himself spent days with her at his castle, getting to know almost every detail about her, Magrej had fell in love with her. At first this feeling of love had made the king uneasy, not knowing what to do. As he thought, Magrej couldn't think of anyone else he would rather have at his side as Queen. Now that the male had almost everything he had desired, it was time for himself to relax a little, and spend more time with his daughter, and soon to be wife.

Magrej's attention snapped away from his thoughts as the music being played interrupted his thoughts. His normal hard eyes, soften a little as the soon to be Queen appeared at the end of the walk. A rare grin danced on the males soft pale lips, his eyes even having some sort of sparkle to them as he watched her, studying her, the pale sun rays making the Princess's features stand out even more vibrantly.




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[Jotari]

Siarles

Siarles stood silently by Magrej’s side. His position had forced him to stand here and look all imposing and regal for this wedding. The dark master had even put on something other than his armor. Instead, he wore dark green well-made robes. His facial features were, as always, in a frown and his eyes brooding. Siarles had better things to do then stand here and look cute for Magrej and his little princess. Albeit, the Dread Lord had never personally met Princess Abigail, but from what he heard she was not exactly a delightful woman to be around, always chattering or scheming. He hated chattering. So, Siarles had simply stayed away from her. Magrej though surprised Siarles. The king actually cared for this woman? It seemed rather amusing, except that he, Siarles, was also in love. But now the charming bride was entering. Scarlet eyes leisurely looked over her form with indifference. Abigail would have been absolutely infuriated if she knew that the General of Murate was comparing her to the outlaw queen. Siarles observed that they both had dark hair, but Black Star’s held more of a raven’s wing look. Abigail’s eyes were pretty, but Siarles adored how his darling’s eyes were always changing hue. The height and build though were rather similar. But skin tone, this bride’s skin was light from being indoors. His bride’s was tanned, to match her dark features perfectly. Siarles face always held that stony look, but he continued to silently compare the two women. Siarles wished that he was in Magrej’s place and that Abbie was replaced by the lovely Black Star. But, that time would come.

Now he simply looked straight ahead, longing for this boring thing to be over. Silently, he looked toward his man Varro and rolled his scarlet eyes. The Dread Lord was usually pretty good at keeping his patience, but every so often he did seem to have at least a slight sense of humor, usually mocking though. Still waiting for the blasted woman to come prancing down the aisle, Siarles turned his eyes on the chained queen. He wondered if he would get a chance to make her squirm and squeal sometime. But nope, seemed that the future Muratian queen wanted to make her mother a personal toy, to bad though the Ellsinorian queen looked like she could really scream. Black Star would probably enjoy watching her die too. But now the lady Abigail had finally wandered down the aisle. Siarles thought for a moment and then bowed deeply at the waist. No need to get Miss Abigail huffy and angry at him. Siarles only showed respect to Magrej, usually only a slight bow, so it was no small show for Siarles. But it was worth it if it would keep the woman happy and away from himself and Black Star.

[Deidra]

Lilliandil

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Am I going insane (insane)
My blood is boiling inside of my veins
An evil feeling it ticks (it ticks)
My body shaking there’s no turning back

Months of a poor diet and horrible sleeping conditions had reduced this once glamorous Queen into nothing but fizzling shambles. Liliandil stood quietly at the edge of the ceremony where she had been placed but her speechlessness was not for lack of things to say, just waiting for the right moments to say what exactly was on her mind. Through the past months she had begun to become angrier and angrier about her turning a blind eye to her daughters’ on goings. But she knew it was too late to fix what she had purposefully overlooked, now as she stood like a sideshow freak to this hideous wedding. This did not sit well with the aging Queen and the part that had really angered Liliandil was the fact that her daughter had turned upon her, her! She had taught Abigail, had favored her over her other two children, for what? Now her daughter was using her and Lilliandil would be damned if she let it all happen quietly like any good prisoner would. Hell she was her mother she had a right to speak to her daughters actions whether Abigail chose to hear them was a different matter, but she was determined to be heard by someone while she still could.

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Don't take your eyes off the trigger
I’m not to blame if your world turns to black
as your eyes start to blister
There's just no hope for our final embrace
So here we are, I’m in your head
I’m in your heart!!!

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As she stood there in the ratty gown she had been given with the chains attached to weighted metal balls, Liliandil’s eyes never moved from Magrej’s face a scowl set deep upon her face. Her concentration on sending daggers with her eyes was only broken by the appearance of her middle child. And even Liliandil had to admit, though she was still thoroughly pissed, her daughter did indeed look gorgeous. This fact however did nothing to get rid of Liliandil’s anger and frustration at her daughter’s stupidity and her own helplessness. In all her 53 years Liliandil had never been known to be weak, not even when she had broken her leg, no she had always been a figure of power. But now as she stood there she realized that the time when her words had actually meant something, were fast closing to an end. It was true though perhaps a little sinister, but Abigail had indeed taken after the Queen even in her pursuit of power. This however did nothing to ease the aging Queen’s disgust and horror at her daughter’s actions. They were far worse than Tryhena falling pregnant with a bastard child and Alexa running off with a townsman in Liliandil’s opinion which those had disgusted the Queen, but this? It definitely took the cake as the worst decisions one of her daughters had ever made.

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You were told to run away
soak the place and light the flame
Pay the price for your betrayal
Your betrayal, Your Betrayal!!

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Liliandil’s teal green eyes fixed upon her daughter now and she let out a barely audible snarl towards the middle princess. If it were any other man besides Magrej standing at the altar waiting for her daughter Liliandil felt certain that the pain of her daughters betrayal would not hurt as much as it did. But it was not in Liliandil’s nature to give up, not in her nature to try to apologize to her daughter for anything and everything in hopes of some kind of sparing. No Liliandil would tell her daughter exactly what her mother thought of her now and would take any punishment for her words gladly, and if it were death she was dealt with she would stand tall and face it without fear for Liliandil was no coward and she would not be remembered as such, not if she had anything to do with it. Suddenly she straightened standing her full height with her head held proud and high; despite her disheveled appearance you could see the remnants of the once beautiful and powerful queen underneath the months of less than hospitable treatment.

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I was told to stay away
Those two words I can’t obey
Pay the price for your betrayal
Your betrayal, Your Betrayal!!

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She watched as her daughter began the traditional slow march down the aisle and a wicked grin crossed her slightly wrinkled face. If her daughter wanted a sideshow, oh she was getting a sideshow indeed for Liliandil could not hold her tongue quiet any longer. She let out a loud slightly crazed sounding laugh before she said “Abbie, dear Abbie, is this the way to treat one’s own mother? Tie her up in chains and dress her in horrid clothes and then stick her to the side as she watches her daughter get married? Did you hope that it would prove something by having me hear, I silent observer no doubt you expected me to be but Abigail you are a foolish child. Yes you may be nineteen years old my dear child but your actions are just that, one of a child’s’. You think of only what you can gain and not of which is right. Your judgment has been clouded miserably by hate and jealousy so terribly bad that you have turned upon your own family. You have sickened me Abigail, you sicken me with your actions and you no longer act like my daughter but more of the spoiled brat everyone else knew you as. I taught you better than this my dear I loved you and now you are shoving it in my face as if expecting me to grovel at your feet. Well I will never do such a thing, mothers should never grovel at the feet of their children for their children should be grateful to know a mother’s love. You are pitifully ungrateful Abigail, therefore you will always bear the shame of going against your own family.” Her words were scathing and hate filled towards the second princess, for now Liliandil no longer respected her daughter. No the white haired queen could no longer take her daughters stupidity and her words reflected her inner feelings.

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Is it my turn to die?
My heart is pounding as I say goodbye
So now I dance in the flames
I love you crying and screaming my name

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OOC: Biggest post I've written so far at 1,105 words!!!

[Desperanza]

Abigail’s eyes were trained ahead as she reached the head of the aisle. Her lavender eyes gazed along the black carpet to the end where the preacher stood with Magrej to his right and to the future Queen’s left. As she stood there, allowing the maids to gather her train to stretch out behind her, the elegant black veil folding down over her black curls and leading back along the aisle. Her eyes however sparked with eagerness as she slowly made her way down the aisle. Her gaze traveled to her mother for a brief moment as she eyed her with a challenge, daring her to try and speak out at her own daughter’s wedding for now, she truly cared not for her mother. She was the Queen now. She was the one that had stolen the wicked King’s heart. This was her time, her life. She grinned at the prospect and took a deep breath as she made her way forward, drifting closer to Magrej’s side and just as she prepared to reach the end of the aisle, she cast a brief glance to Siarles as he bowed and she was satisfied, her gaze flitting back to Magrej again with a brief spark of affection for the wicked King but her eyes quite suddenly became rather cold. The voice of the old Queen reached her with malice and hate in her tone.

Abigail sighed stiffly. It wasn’t as if she hadn’t expected this. At least one person of Ellsinora she had expected to speak out at the wedding and of course that would be at the expense of their life. She passed her bouquet of black roses to the left to a maid that waited close by, the two at her back scurrying back a few feet from fixing her veil and train as she instead turned to the Queen with a chilled and sickly sweet smile on her face. As she drifted forward, she walked as if she were walking on air. She drifted forward before the Queen, glancing over her where her hands were bound and her body was chained to the ground. The vibrant and beautiful teal eyes of the Queen stared right back into Abbie’s lavender and she rolled her eyes, folding her hands for a moment as she let the Queen rant before her left hand fluttered upwards and she offered it out to the closest guard. There were streams of Muratian guards stationed just about everywhere in protection for the wicked King and Queen. As she held her hand out, she spoke simply and her tone came forth like velveteen silk, “Your dagger sir.” She stated simply, her eyes never leaving the Queen as the cold metal was set lightly into her hand by the guard.

Grinning, the Princess took up the dagger and began to turn it between her fingers as she began to circle the Queen much like a predator about to consume its meal and very much enjoying the killing game. As she circled the woman, her eyes ran over the thin stature of the woman with a cold peel of laughter falling from her lips for a moment before she spoke again, “Seems that the Queen herself has forgotten why she married my father.” She purred coldly, her tone icy and yet deathly calm as she spoke. The whispers of silk could be heard as she moved about in her wedding dress, elegant and beautiful just as she had intended to be, “Seems that you have forgotten that you started out as a peasant, too. You married my father for his power. And did you love him? Did you weep when he died? Or did you weep to keep your crown?” she inquired, eyeing that head of white hair as she trailed around the Queen. Quite suddenly from behind, one of Abigail’s slender hands flashed out and grasped the white hair of the Queen, pulling her head back sharply and quite intending to cause pain as she leaned closer with a grin, “Ah wicked woman on this day I should have known that you would beg for death. No matter the form you may hate me as you want but don’t you see? I was you, I followed you so in all truth, you hate yourself as well.” She hissed with a fire flashing within her eyes now as she straightened a bit, coming to drag the edge of the dagger along the Queen’s cheek without cutting her just yet.

Her fingers curled to the crude braid that her hair had been worked into by a maid, loose strands of white hair escaping about the Queen’s face for the maid had not taken much care with it, as she had been ordered. With her fingers curled to the braid of the Queen, Abigail made a sudden swipe and that length of white hair was severed. The braid tossed to the ground and the remaining white hair coming to feather out about the Queen’s jaw line, Abigail smiled coldly with a sigh, shaking her head as she continued to circle her once again, coming to kneel before the Queen as she adjusted the chains that tugged at the iron balls that held the Queen close to the ground. As Abigail’s hands pulled the chained wrists of the Queen forward, she lifted the dagger with her opposite hand. She had brought the Queen’s hands to be chained together to give her no chance to use her hands properly. One palm was pressed over top the other with chains wrapping her slender wrists. “Seems that in your bloody rein that you have forgotten how to respect those that rule above you. Shall we have a lesson?” she inquired with a slight tilt of her head to the Queen with a flicker of amusement once more. She took the dagger within her right hand and took hold of the Queen’s fingers with the other as she pressed the Queen’s palms to the ground and brought the tip to the center of the Queen’s palms, “First, let’s remember the hands that you used to stroke the King, to entice him to your bed and in turn the hands you gave him when he married you. It’s a shame that we should waste them.” She hissed and as she pressed emphasis on the words, she quite suddenly plunged the dagger through both of Liliandil’s palms.

Her hands came away as blood pooled from the wound but she left the dagger there, pressed through the Queen’s palms and into the soil beneath to pin her hands there. She stood once more, her hand held out once more for another in silence this time before she began to circle the Queen once again, relishing the moment for a few moments as she circled her before she inhaled slowly, “Now, mother, shall we remember the people of the town of whom you hated. Those who you thought unworthy and the fact that you too were married into the royal lines? The King took you into his home and married you. Perhaps you seduced him?” she offered thoughtfully to her as she paused behind the Queen once more, “Perhaps we should remember that you yourself are not perfect with your limp and your pathetic soft heart.” She muttered as she pressed a knee against the Queen’s back, her hand fluttering to shift her silks out of the way as she shoved the Queen forward towards her pinned hands and came to lean over her. Her slender hands came forward and the tip of the dagger rested between her ribs, pressing inwards towards her flesh as she leaned forward to mutter in the Queen’s ear, “Dear Liliandil, my Queen, my wife, my daughters’ mother and my everything, at one time you were one of them and now the power you hold between your hands as well as my heart.” She muttered the words of the King at one point. She laughed coldly and her elegant lashes fluttered over her purple eyes, “Smile, Queen Bee for you two shall be together once again!” she whispered jovially as she slid the dagger lower to the Queen’s stomach this time, her own arm stretching down over the Queen’s shoulder and with the last of her words, she suddenly plunged the dagger into the Queen’s flesh at her stomach and ripped the dagger straight up, running between her ribs and right up through to her throat, more or less gutting her own mother, “Mother, lover, and queen deliver to the heavens and hell!” she muttered as blood spattered onto the grass below and she straightened to let the dagger become lifted high within her right hand. Her left hand that had been resting on the Queen’s left shoulder clasped and brought the elder Queen to rock back, showing the bloody mess to that of her people.

“Take a good look, peasants. Look upon the site of your former Queen and stare at what you now have come to respect or to hate! Look upon the face of this woman and now you shall see no Queen but instead a peasant among you! Her soul delivered to hell and her heart to her husband’s grave take a good look! Let this be a message to all!” she called out, laughing coldly as she let the body of the elder Queen slump to the ground and she dropped the bloodied dagger into the hands of its owner with a curt nod. Maids dashed forward with bowls of rose water and small cloth towels to dip the new Queen’s hands within the water and wash clean the blood from her fingers and when she had dried her hands, she once again strode forward to take her place at the head of the aisle at the side of the wicked King Magrej, a small clutter of movement emanating behind her to rid of the body of the old Queen as she now turned to exchange her vows with the ebony haired man at her side and as she stood there, pronouncing her devotion and love for eternity to the King, she radiated the power that flooded her veins, her lavender eyes ran cold and yet satisfied as she spoke and as the ceremony wound down, and she was pronounced the new Queen, she grinned chilly as she now came to face her new Kingdom as the Queen.

Oh where was Alexa now? Dead? Pregnant and squabbling like the peasant she was? Who was the Queen now? The thought made her laugh and as she held her hands to the heavens and a few rays of sunshine escaped to light the scene of ebony roses and black lace with crimson silk, she turned to the King once more, her hands outstretched to him as she came to stand at his side, elegant and radiant as she gazed at her new kingdom, the kingdom that now belonged to her as well as her husband, that of the evil King Magrej.

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[AmberEyedWolf]

Faelynn

The only daughter of the king sat alone in a cold stone room in the darkened castle of Ellsinora. A two-day trip had brought the girl into the very heart of the once vibrant country across the mountains to witness a most chilling union. Today was the day that her beloved, yet evil, father would be wedded to the vile middle princess Abigail. All of her hopes and dreams of one day turning Murate from a sad, desolate land into a brighter, happier country were dying. With this marriage, everything would be lost.

The princess looked up as the chamber door opened to reveal a maid coming in to help her dress. She stood, accepting the gentle maid's help. Her dress was pure black, varying in tone due to the variety of materials. A leather corset-like bodice hugged her slim frame, and her skirts ruffled out in layers of black lacy fabrics. Off-the-shoulder capped sleeves accentuated her delicate shoulders, while black ribbons twisted up both arms to her elbows. Upon her head rested a delicate silver crown. Tiny black onyx stones adorned the knotted strands of silver. Her rich purple hair flowed smoothly down her back, with a few black roses braided into the silken locks. Once dressed, her trademark black leather boots completing her outfit, she stood before the full-length mirror.

She looked every bit the princess she was. Light and delicate, her face a porcelain mask, she hid her disappointment behind violet eyes. Her outfit was fit for a princess.. attending a funeral. Which, to her eyes, it was. The union of the two dark souls would be the death of all the good in the world. And Faelynn, with her thin frame and delicate body, was powerless to stop it. In any other circumstance, she would have pleaded with her father to stop it. But with the way he looked at Abigail, she knew that the king would not listen to anything his daughter had to say about the matter.

With a sigh, she turned from the mirror and left the room. She walked quietly down the hallways and out into the courtyard. She kept to the back of the crowd, standing behind the final row of chairs. She did not wish to witness this union, and therefore stayed as far away as she could. She remained expressionless as Abigail stalked down the aisle, even though the bride's arrogance disgusted her. Her amethyst eyes watched as Abigail countered her mother's words. When the future queen stabbed the queen's hands, Faelynn gasped, her hands flying up to cover her mouth. She watched, horrified, as Abigail killed off the who had birthed her, raised her, loved her.

Unable to take any more of the bride's attitude, she swiftly made her way to the doors. Shoving a guard out of the way, she darted through the doors and took off. She raced through the corridors, her thoughts moving fast enough to tangle themselves together. How could her father do this to her? How could he marry that woman, a woman who had just killed her own mother? How could he stand there and watch as his bride committed the ultimate crime and then move on like nothing had happened?

She turned down a darkened passageway and collapsed against the wall, sliding to the floor. Sobs ripped through her small frame as she sat there. She curled up in on herself, hugging herself, attempting to comfort herself. She cried, ashamed. Ashamed of her father, ashamed of that wench he called a bride, ashamed of herself for being so powerless. She rocked back in forth, each teardrop seeming to echo as it fell upon the ground, only increasing her sorrow. How could this nightmare be happening?


((OOC: Dress reference
Crown reference only with black onyx in place of the diamonds.))

[AmberEyedWolf]

Magrej..

As the dark king gazed upon his bride, something stirred within him. Love, lust, and longing twisted together in his gut. Black eyes sparked with a wicked light as he watched Abigail walk down the aisle. He stood proud, his gaze fixed upon the young woman.

He flicked his eyes to Lilliandil as the aging queen spoke out against her daughter. For a brief moment, he considered sending a guard to deal with her. But he hesitated, waiting to see what his bride would do. A light smile played across his lips as his bride stabbed her mother's hands, though it was hidden by his mask. His black eyes moved to gaze upon his daughter, standing alone in the back, when her heard her gasp. His only child looked sickened by the scene playing out before the congregation, and when he again looked at Abigail, he knew why.

His gorgeous bride had sliced open her mother, leaving the woman dead, just like her pitiful husband. Hurried footsteps caused him to look again to the back of the crowd, just in time to see his daughter fleeing the scene. He was disappointed with the girl soft heart, but he would deal with her later. Instead, he motioned for a guard to come closer. He whispered an order for the guard to follow Faelynn and make sure she got back to her chamber.

As the guard darted off, Magrej turned to face his bride. He took her slender hand in his and pulled the woman close to his side. He leaned close to her to whisper softly into her ear. "A lovely kill, but was it truly necessary at this point in time?" His eyes were lit with a dark smile as he gazed down upon his future wife. He held her gaze for a moment longer before turning to face the preacher.

A few minutes later, the vows said and ring exchanged, he leaned down to gently kiss his new wife. Together they turned to face the people gathered to witness the wedding. Extending a hand to his wife, he waited until her hand was in his before he moved forward, the duo stalking down the aisle and though the doors into the castle.