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Sephora changed into a special black dress that she had chosen specifically for visiting the families of the fallen. It's strapless design was comfortable and free-flowing. The black glittering skirts encrusted with beads and embroidered flowers, made the dress look cheerful enough - compared to the dark colours. What Sephora liked the most about it, was the subtle black ombre merging into grey along the bottom third of the skirts, making it look like she had been walking through ashes.She only hoped the families would appreciate her acknowledgment of their loss, and her utmost sympathy and understanding of their situation. Losing a family member... Sephora was still getting used to the idea that she would never see her own family again. Sephora tied her long auburn hair into a quick plait, and went down to meet Ambrose, who was waiting for her down in the court yard.Her mate was also dressed in black. A black shirt under a black suit, formal and yet brutally simple. But then again
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Sephora couldn't have been more amazed at the reactions they got, and by the time they had visited all the families - it was safe to say that Sephora was utterly exhausted. Ambrose noticed."You should get changed out of that heavy thing, and have a rest - you've earned it." He mused, on their way back to the palace. Sephora's feet were screaming at her from all the walking, and she was obliged to agree with him."That sounds like a wonderful idea," She breathed, and then quirked a smile, "As long as you carry me to my bedroom."Ambrose laughed, just as the gold and silver gates breezed open for them. "I would never carry you in that monstrosity -" He nodded his head toward her black dress, with an amused grin. "It's so big and puffy, I would most likely drop you on the way up the stairs."Sephora chuckled, as they walked up to the huge obsidian stone doors at the entrance of the palace. "Who said I had to be wearing anything?" She purred, casting him a side-long glance for his reacti
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[Warning: Contains Mature content]For a second Sephora could do nothing but stare at her mate in bewilderment - she was certain she was dreaming, she had to be. But she blinked again, tears rolling down her face with pure joy, and she had to rule out the fact that she wasn't dreaming, this was really happening.Ambrose must have started worrying about her silence, as his face now flashed with concern, his green eyes uncertain as he stared up at her with nothing but utter devotion."Did I say it right?" He muttered, his eyebrows furrowed. Sephora huffed a laugh, still overcome with tears and joy and managed to nod. He slumped a bit in relief, "Only, I know it's what the humans do, right - so I realised it would be important to you if I asked you in this way and -""Yes!" Sephora cried, tears still trickling down her face, a wide happy smile making her eyes glow, "I will be your wife, Ambrose - yes!"Ambrose let out a sound that might have been a sob, and his own eyes began to line with
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The blacksmith smiled at her, as she stared transfixed at what was in his hands. As though it were an extension of his body, a blade of steel was protruding from his dark palm, and growing in length. Sephora was fascinated and almost wanted to vomit at the same time. It was like watching a sword eater regurgitating a blade from his mouth, only this time it was coming out of his hand. Sephora tried to ignore the phantom slice of pain that followed, as she imagined it. Ambrose chuckled from beside her. Sephora looked up to glare at her mate, he knew what she'd been imagining. She playfully elbowed him in the ribs. Ambrose grinned and this time the blacksmith released a huff of amusement, just as the blade reached it's end and he caught it with both hands."There you have it." He stared proudly at the blade, before offering it to Sephora. She wordlessly took it out of his hands, marveling at how light the blade was, how sharp -"Ouch." Sephora sucked on her finger angrily. After all her t
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"Sephora!" Ambrose bellowed as he knelt before her, his hands shaking with barely restrained fury. Sending the earth trembling in his anguish, Ambrose peered at his mate's face for any sign that she was alive. But her beautiful ashen face was perfectly still, no movement what so ever.He was crying, crying uncontrollably, as he brushed her auburn hair off her pale face. Pressing two fingers on the place at her neck, checking for a pulse - though he knew he would not find one. His mate, is wonderful, brilliant mate. The world trembled again under the Lord's mighty rage.Ambrose's men were still fighting all around him. Vince's armies hadn't yet retreated, and were still trying to get to the veil-stones. But Ambrose didn't care. All he cared about, the one person in his life that made him start to think immortality hadn't been a curse - was dead. Taken, by Vince. Vince... Ambrose could feel that dark side of him scratching at his skin, begging him to set it free - to cleave the world in
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