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4/16/2017 4:42:18 PM
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[i][b]The times, they are a' changin'[/b][/i]
[i][u]Castle Tibernes, Dornia Prime.
Main courtyard, Garden of Champions.[/u][/i]
The courtyard had been decorated intently for this day, and this day alone. There were guests in the hundreds for this day never before seen, where a human would marry into the royal family. Monica had the honour, and responsibilities, of being the very first.
The luxurious, colourful gardens were adorned with statues of a time long past, who hung decorations of the avowal ceremony.
The guests were all seated around the platform, in half-circle positioned seats.
At the base of the runway, Tulleesh stood. He wore a regal purple outfit, speckled with gold attachments. He was dressed beautifully, cleanly, and he smelled delightfully. He was a bit nervous, to be truthful. But, he was happy. This decision was his, and he was certain of his choice.
Inside, in a prep room, Kaebius stood with his daughter.
"Honey... you look so beautiful..."
He had tears in his eyes.
[spoiler]to cyber. Big day.[/spoiler]
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Double what
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Their wedding day, a few months before the coronation. Again, long story.
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Monica wore a beautiful dress of the same hue as her soon to be husband, a purple color. With beautiful sparkling golden flaked and perfect ruffles at the ankles of the wide dress, flowing into a beautiful waistline and chest fabric. The neckline was generous but not to promiscuous, just enough to invoke thoughts of Monica's beauty. She wore no makeup, nothing to cloud her face, not that she needed any anyways. Her hair was curled and beautiful, the cascading golden locks behind her ears. She wore a necklace of beautiful gemstones and diamond earrings to match. The shoes were a girls dream, beautiful high heels, matching the color of the dress, raised but not to raised as to be odd appearing. Monica looks at her dad, the same tears in her eyes as well. "Thank you daddy..." She hugs her father tightly, like it was the last time she'd see him ever.
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He hugs her back. "Y'know, I always dreamed this day would come. But... I never knew how or when it would come. And now that I see my little girl becoming a grown woman... I feel kind of sad, y'know. But... I'm so proud of you, sunshine. So proud..." He kisses her cheek, sniffling. "Now, it's time to go. Your hubby is waiting for you, sugarcube. Don't keep them waiting." He smiled at her, a full, happy smile.
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Edited by cyberattaq: 4/16/2017 7:06:05 PMShe nods, a couple of tears coming down her face along with a smile as she squeezes her dads hand one last time as an unmarried woman, and leaves the room with him. Her heart beat rapidly, she was nervous, so nervous, but so happy. She begins to walk down the aisle, blocking everyone out except Tulleesh.
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Her father and her stop at the doors to the garden, holding hands. "Go get 'em, tiger." He says, with a smile. He opens the door to the garden, leaving her alone. All eyes were on hers, across the entire garden. It was a beautiful scene... flowers were blooming, purple and blue leaves fell from the trees. The aisle stretched out in front of her, and Tulleesh stood on the other side of the door, his arm held out to walk with her. "My little morning dew... you're so beautiful..." There was a happy smile on his lips as he stood in front of her, arm extended for her to take. "Ready to change our lives?"
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She wipes away the tears, smiling. "Yes... I've never been more ready." She takes his arm as they slowly walk down the aisle, barely keeping her composure and not crying.
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Servants stood by their side smiling, loving the ceremony. They held out hand-made colouring pastes. Tulleesh stopped in front of each of these stations, one servant on each side of the aisle. They painted a symbol on their bodies. The last station was Tulleesh's parents. His father stood in front of Monica, holding the colouring in his hand. Despite his typical composure, he had a hint of a smile. "I truly hope you prove to be a loving wife to my son... and a true monarch to my people." He gently painted a symbol on her forehead, in bright purple colours.
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Finally feeling as if she had been accepted by his father, she couldn't hold back the tears and one came out as she whispered. "Thank you..."
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He kindly wiped the tear from her face. His touch was just like Tulleesh's. Smooth amd gentle. Truly, now she knew that, in his intimacy, he was quite like his father. "Come now, this isn't the time for tears. Now is the time to be strong." He smiled, putting his hands on her shoulders. "Now, go. Your bethroved awaits you." As she turned around, she saw Tulleesh kissing his mother, both of them smiling. His mother had tears, despite her best efforts to hide them. Then, he turned around, a symbol painted on his horns and his forehead. Their arms were still hooked together, and they walked to the centre of the aisle, where an Archbishop of Celestia stood before them, smiling. He held a golden book, adorned with a bright sun and two moons. "Are we ready, my dearly beloved?" The kind old man asks, to the both of them. He looked to be human, but his eyes were a bright orange, and a warmth emanated from him. "Yes, Minister. It is time." Tulleesh replied. The minister nodded, and took a loud voice. [b]"Today, we are gathered here to bear witness to the Union, the Assimilation of Monica Prefect, daughter of Samantha Evans and Kaebius Prefect, into the family of His Royal Highness, Lord Tulleesh The Second, of the Throne of Tibernes. These two are to be wed, under Consent of the King and Queen."[/b] His parents stood to the pedestal, looked at the two, looked between each other, and nodded. The King spoke, in a high voice. [i]"The Crown consents!"[/i] The minister nodded, then looked to Tulleesh. [b]"Sire, do you lawfully abide and agree that this woman, Monica Prefect, partake in the royal blood and be forever canonized within the royal bloodline?"[/b] Without a hint of hesitation, with pride in his voice, he spoke. In this time, he sounded not like a prince, but like a King. "I do. I declare this woman to be absorbed in the bloodline. That she may rule by my side, and be the mother of the next generation of monarchs. May she be the truest Queen of Dornia!" He then looks to her. The minister does as well. [b]"And you, Monica Prefect, do you consent to become part of the royal blood, to partake in the bloodline, forever true?"[/b]
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She collected her strength, and let out a strong cry. "I do!" There is happiness abound and a big smile on her face.
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[spoiler]I'll finish her lines for you, it's good.[/spoiler] "I wish to be absorbed into the bloodline, so that I may be the wife of this loving man. To rule the land by his side, to bring to this world the next generation of monarchs. May he be the Truest King yet!" Tulleesh smiled at her, beaming. He was proud... he was happy. [b]"Then by the powers handed to me by the Throne, I declare you Bethroved! Now, may the ceremony commence..."[/b] Black curtains surrounded them, obscuring them from the crowd. They were alone, now. She could see something in Tulleesh's eyes... something primal, something carnal. A red flare that devoured her from his look. He opened his mouth, and she could see the long fangs extended from his mouth. "You know what comes next..."
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Monica tilts her head back slightly, exposing her neck to Tulleesh, she had not forgotten. "I love you..." She says to him.
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He grips her with his strong arms, his body releasing decades, nay, centuries of primal needs being restrained. He extended his jaw, putting his entire mouth around her neck. He sank his teeth into her jugular, drinking her blood. His eyes glew a bright red as the blood entered his mouth. Yet... his own blood entered her body, by that same ceremony. Instantly, Monica felt a pain as his teeth sank into her. Yet, that pain quickly subsided into a numbing sensation. She felt a strange sensation traverse her entire body... she felt herself change. It was like the blissful feeling one feels when they stretch, except the sensation came slowly, creeping through her entire body, traversing her veins, slowly transforming her entire blood. She felt a heating sensation in her bosom, her heart pumping the new blood of her body. It was an erotic, private sensation that united both of their bodies in a way she could have never imagined feeling with anyone else, ever. She couldn't see, but her eyes had a red glow to them now, only momentarily, as she became assimilated into the bloodline. She didn't feel like a Prefect now. She didn't feel like a human anymore. She felt like she was part of something greater. She felt like a Tibernes. They stayed locked like this for what felt like an eternity of pleasure, sharing their blood. It was like he had drank all of the blood she once held in her body, and had left inside of her his own body. Fundamentally, she felt and knew she was different now. And somehow... she couldn't help but love it. After a long while, he removed his teeth from her neck, a small string of black blood hooked to his teeth and hanging from the holes in her neck. The red glow in his eyes slowly subsided, and as the curtains slowly raised, he whispered to her. "Welcome to the family..." The people in their seats clapped, for the new couple was finally official. They were now whole. Mr. And Mrs. Tibernes.
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She gasps as he transforms her, clenching to his arms. "Ahhh...." She whimpers. After he stops she stares into his eyes, changed forever.
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He had a smile on his lips. He looked to the crowd, holding up her hand. The people cheered harder, standing for them. He brought his arm back down, and looked into her eyes. "I love you." He says, before kissing her.
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"I love you to." There's love in her eyes as she kisses him back, now she was irreversibly a part of his life.
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[spoiler]should we end it here, or keep going for a bit? What else do you want to do?[/spoiler]
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[spoiler]I don't think there's much else to do, let's just stop here[/spoiler]
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[spoiler]alright, fair enough. One last part, though.[/spoiler] As they stood there, finally united, Kaebius approached Monica, and Tulleesh's mother approached him. Both of them were helding a small, simple-crafted pendant, made of wood. Tulleesh took it, and put it around her neck. He explains to her. "The simple craftsmanship symbolizes that love is always born of simple roots, and no matter how ludicrous the union becomes, the simplicity of our love will never change." The pendant was beautifully made, with obvious care and attention. They were old, too, she could tell, no doubt passed from generation to generation.
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She tenderly held it in her hands as it hung around her neck. "It's beautiful... thank you." She kindly thanks Tulleeshs mother.
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Kaebius holds a similar necklace for her to take, and put around Tulleesh's neck. She could figure out it was a symbol of avowal, of union.
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She looked at her father, glowing with happiness, and at her mother, who couldn't stop crying it seemed, her eyes puffy, but smiling all the while. She was married now.... married..."
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The night moved on, celebrations pursued. They had a big, mighty feast, full of good wine and delicious meals. Then, they had more traditional Dorn ceremonies, like the Battle for the Royal Guard match beginning. Then, near the end, the dance. Many people had already left, tired or sleepy. The dancing floor was nearly vacant. Except for Monica and Tulleesh, who slowly danced hand in hand, clutching each other as they moved to the slow rythm of the soft music. "So..." Tulleesh started, softly. "How do you feel now, your highness..?"
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"I feel... happy. Happy I'm here, with you, and that this is my future." Laying her head on his chest, she continues to dance, just closing her eyes.
