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Location: The Royal Palace
There is only a few hours left. I'm sat here, with nose in the air as people treat me as a toy doll.
"Hold still," one of them half growled. I gulped, striving to keep my head still and hold my hands rigid up to either side of my head as people painted my nails.
"Close your eyes," I felt the brush sweep across my lids. My breath stiffened as I became aware of the brilliantly hot coiler in my hair as it gave my hair a natural looking curl.
"Come on, it's time for the dress." The people about me dispersed, I was lead away by another. Now I stood in front of a set of mirrors. The maid with me took of my shift, then left me gasping as she tied the corset around my midriff.
"It's not tight enough," came someone else's voice. How I wanted to snarl at him, but my breath had been stifled. I was pushed up against one of the stone pillars in the room, and I grasped it as the laces were tightened.

I turned, then took a step back and hit the pillar. I'd heard his voice before, but just seeing a man there startled me.
"Come here, I've got the dress," it took me a few moments to move, and even then it was because the maid was dragging me. The dress was white and strapless, curving about my bust. He pushed my head up, fastening a silver necklace about my neck. On my wrist came a long bracelet with a strange design, my right arm remained empty.
"You're ready," he beamed. The man was quite plain, with brown hair and blue eyes, but I could tell he had a keen sense of style from his own clothes and mine.

There was a knock at the door, making me stumble. The door opened, showing a small gap, and upon no further resistance was opened fully. My brother stood in the way.
"Wow," his jaw dropped, "You look beautiful sis."
"Where are their majesties?"
"Mother and father are still getting ready. The royals from the Fiery Dusk have already arrived, the wedding is likely to start within this next hour." My brother then glared at the an and the mid, wordlessly telling them to leave, which they did so.
"There is still time to back down."
"I can't brother."
"No, it's that you won't."
"I have to, this is the only way to make sure there is no more fighting. This war is already enough of a blood bath without it continuing for longer."
"That man is a tyrant, he wants everything wrapped about his fingers. Now we're just giving you to him on a silver platter."
"You think I like this any better than you do?"
"Then offer up some protest!"
"There's what is better for me, and what is better for the people. I'm sorry but I have to do this." I could feel the tears brimming, but I gulped them back because I knew they would make the makeup run.
"For once in your life be hard hearted, do what you want to do," my brother left, and I could tell he was hiding his tears as well.

Location: The Cathedral Square
He shivered, he didn't like the presence of so many humans about him, and still he did not feel fully recovered. The hood of the cloak was pulled over his head, hiding his ears, while the rest of the cloak touched the ground, hiding his tail and claws.
"There's no disturbance yet, which means Luc has yet to play his card," he hummed under his breath. He shuddered, knowing he'd have to go into the cathedral with all the common folk. Keeping the hood pulled over he shouldered his way towards the front to make sure he'd get in. He swiped a hat as he moved through the crowd, removing his hood and putting the hat on his head in the same movement. Blue hair was uncommon, but it was better than being recognised as a demon.
"How's he even hiding? It's broad daylight, is there some magic from the castle which is helping him?" Getting to the doors he was about to enter when a guard grabbed him by the front of his cloak.
"What d'ya think you're doing?"
"To see the Princess get married sir," he answered as he silently prayed for the cloak not to fall open.
"You got any weapons?"
"Of course I haven't sir, who would bring a blade to a wedding?"
"I don't trust people with blue hair."
"Nor do I … oh, you think this is natural? No sir, only two days back I was pushed into the woad tank, and it's such a pain to get out. Took all yesterday just to scrub it out of my skin, but my hair is so pale it's almost white, it soaked it right up. I swear I'm being truthful boss, I swear on heart and soul and god." The guard was about to make some rebuke when there was a kerfuffle on the other post, and he was dropped as the guard went to deal with it. As soon as the guard's back was turned he disappeared into the cathedral.

Location: Upper Colonnade; Cathedral
He stood behind one of the pillars, hiding in the shadows. Even though the ball kept him safe from the light of day he was still wary of it. Around him the lower folk of the Morn began to form, and below him on the ground the nobles were entering through a different door.
"How far rank affects these two countries. But who am I to discriminate? Vampiric society is based on the strength of ones blood; and then there's all the humans." Below the priest walked down the aisle, taking his position at the altar. The nobles took their seats, and a bell tolled to silence everyone, and the doors were shut. As soon as the quiet reigned someone came down the aisle, his face showing his clear reluctance to be here.
"let's get this over with," he read off the young man's lips. Opening the book he landed at a page with the man's picture.
"Prince Aizentine of the Fiery Dusk, youngest of the three heirs. But by the look of it he doesn't want to marry you, you deserve so much better." He shut the book, it disappearing as he did so. The kid next to him gazed t him, but Luc put just a finger to his own lips then moved on.
"The bride is going to be here soon, then I'll put my plan into action."

Description
Location: The Royal Palace
There is only a few hours left. I'm sat here, with nose in the air as people treat me as a toy doll.
"Hold still," one of them half growled. I gulped, striving to keep my head still and hold my hands rigid up to either side of my head as people painted my nails.
"Close your eyes," I felt the brush sweep across my lids. My breath stiffened as I became aware of the brilliantly hot coiler in my hair as it gave my hair a natural looking curl.
"Come on, it's time for the dress." The people about me dispersed, I was lead away by another. Now I stood in front of a set of mirrors. The maid with me took of my shift, then left me gasping as she tied the corset around my midriff.
"It's not tight enough," came someone else's voice. How I wanted to snarl at him, but my breath had been stifled. I was pushed up against one of the stone pillars in the room, and I grasped it as the laces were tightened.

I turned, then took a step back and hit the pillar. I'd heard his voice before, but just seeing a man there startled me.
"Come here, I've got the dress," it took me a few moments to move, and even then it was because the maid was dragging me. The dress was white and strapless, curving about my bust. He pushed my head up, fastening a silver necklace about my neck. On my wrist came a long bracelet with a strange design, my right arm remained empty.
"You're ready," he beamed. The man was quite plain, with brown hair and blue eyes, but I could tell he had a keen sense of style from his own clothes and mine.

There was a knock at the door, making me stumble. The door opened, showing a small gap, and upon no further resistance was opened fully. My brother stood in the way.
"Wow," his jaw dropped, "You look beautiful sis."
"Where are their majesties?"
"Mother and father are still getting ready. The royals from the Fiery Dusk have already arrived, the wedding is likely to start within this next hour." My brother then glared at the an and the mid, wordlessly telling them to leave, which they did so.
"There is still time to back down."
"I can't brother."
"No, it's that you won't."
"I have to, this is the only way to make sure there is no more fighting. This war is already enough of a blood bath without it continuing for longer."
"That man is a tyrant, he wants everything wrapped about his fingers. Now we're just giving you to him on a silver platter."
"You think I like this any better than you do?"
"Then offer up some protest!"
"There's what is better for me, and what is better for the people. I'm sorry but I have to do this." I could feel the tears brimming, but I gulped them back because I knew they would make the makeup run.
"For once in your life be hard hearted, do what you want to do," my brother left, and I could tell he was hiding his tears as well.

Location: The Cathedral Square
He shivered, he didn't like the presence of so many humans about him, and still he did not feel fully recovered. The hood of the cloak was pulled over his head, hiding his ears, while the rest of the cloak touched the ground, hiding his tail and claws.
"There's no disturbance yet, which means Luc has yet to play his card," he hummed under his breath. He shuddered, knowing he'd have to go into the cathedral with all the common folk. Keeping the hood pulled over he shouldered his way towards the front to make sure he'd get in. He swiped a hat as he moved through the crowd, removing his hood and putting the hat on his head in the same movement. Blue hair was uncommon, but it was better than being recognised as a demon.
"How's he even hiding? It's broad daylight, is there some magic from the castle which is helping him?" Getting to the doors he was about to enter when a guard grabbed him by the front of his cloak.
"What d'ya think you're doing?"
"To see the Princess get married sir," he answered as he silently prayed for the cloak not to fall open.
"You got any weapons?"
"Of course I haven't sir, who would bring a blade to a wedding?"
"I don't trust people with blue hair."
"Nor do I … oh, you think this is natural? No sir, only two days back I was pushed into the woad tank, and it's such a pain to get out. Took all yesterday just to scrub it out of my skin, but my hair is so pale it's almost white, it soaked it right up. I swear I'm being truthful boss, I swear on heart and soul and god." The guard was about to make some rebuke when there was a kerfuffle on the other post, and he was dropped as the guard went to deal with it. As soon as the guard's back was turned he disappeared into the cathedral.

Location: Upper Colonnade; Cathedral
He stood behind one of the pillars, hiding in the shadows. Even though the ball kept him safe from the light of day he was still wary of it. Around him the lower folk of the Morn began to form, and below him on the ground the nobles were entering through a different door.
"How far rank affects these two countries. But who am I to discriminate? Vampiric society is based on the strength of ones blood; and then there's all the humans." Below the priest walked down the aisle, taking his position at the altar. The nobles took their seats, and a bell tolled to silence everyone, and the doors were shut. As soon as the quiet reigned someone came down the aisle, his face showing his clear reluctance to be here.
"let's get this over with," he read off the young man's lips. Opening the book he landed at a page with the man's picture.
"Prince Aizentine of the Fiery Dusk, youngest of the three heirs. But by the look of it he doesn't want to marry you, you deserve so much better." He shut the book, it disappearing as he did so. The kid next to him gazed t him, but Luc put just a finger to his own lips then moved on.
"The bride is going to be here soon, then I'll put my plan into action."