You know that feeling in the pit of your stomach you get when you're being forced to do something? Dread. That's what Lia was feeling. The twists and the turns her stomach did in her body made it almost impossible to keep the contents inside. "Princess," Daniel said as he opened the car door for the young girl. "Thank you, Daniel," Aelia said quietly as she stepped out, her heeled boots clicked slightly against the cement as her chocolate colored eyes stared up at the building in front of her. The castle of Bycrest, never in her eighteen years has Lia ever imagined coming here.
Slowly, her gaze shifted towards the sound of a man's voice. Her whole body visibly jumped as she noticed the red liquid dripping down his hands. "And you are?" She asked quietly, trying her best to not allow for her voice to sound as shaky as she probably seemed. Then, at his order, Lia's eyes widen ever so slightly. Her soft plush lips dipping into a frown at the realization. "You're him, aren't you?" Her eyes narrow slightly as she tries to look the man in the eyes instead of at the blood on his hands that was dripping onto his pants. Finally, after a few moments, Lia shifted her gaze away from him and let out a small huff. She felt like she was going to break into tears because of how terrified she was, but, she couldn't let him see. Not here, not where anyone could see. Without even waiting for the Prince to speak to her once more, Lia headed into the Castle.
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Dark eyes stared coldly into the mirror as Taven watched his reflection. He was fixing the cuffs on his
suit. Damn royal outfits that were designed to please the commoner's visual. The people all knew that Taven and his father were killers, so why did he have to dress up like a damn fool? Because his father said so, the old fool. He said it was for the pleasure of the common folk, and because it was to be shown in Nirvana as well. So, they needed to at least pretend they were going to be taking care of their little beloved Princess. Don't worry though, Taven was planning to take good care of her tonight, hopefully, she'll be able to keep up with him and his ideas of fun.
Once he was sure that everything looked alright, Taven went to his place in the grand hall. TV crews were already there to film the wedding, trying to catch any gossip-worthy story that they could get their greasy little fingers onto. Filthy. Taking long strides towards the alter, Taven let out a long sigh before he looked towards the doors once more. The first sight of his new lover and she was covered up in more than he cared for. That'll be fixed soon, but for now. He'll play the part of a respectful Prince for the Press. As she stepped in front of him, Taven removed her veil and laid eyes onto the beauty. Well, at least she was nice to look at. His gaze shifted down as he took her in, licking his lips as he eyed the curves that the girl possessed. He hoped that her body was as tight as that dress was. Then, as the preacher dude went on and on, Taven spoke his 'I do's' and leaned in to place a small kiss onto his new brides virgin lips. Allowing for his teeth to gently graze her bottom lip before he pulled away and turned towards the Press and the guests. "Thank you all for coming to my, our, big day. We hope this union will benefit us all." He spoke loudly for the camera's then just walked away to the banquet hall next door once the cameras were off. No need, to act anymore Princely then he needed to. Right?
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