Cecilia tried not to move too much as her best friend Isadora braided some pearls into her long dark brown locks. Her face had been washed and applied with powder for her face, careful lip paint, and a light brown shade of eye paint. The top half of her hair had been pulled up into a tight braid, the rest falling in gentle waves past her shoulders.
Her wedding was just in two weeks, and each moment Cecilia had spent with Mason had been one of pure bliss. They went on strolls together, had picnics, and once even stayed up watching the stars glitter the sky.Never had she felt such peace and love from being with someone, especially like this.The memory of Cecilia holding on to Mason's hands as they strolled into the duke of the west's castle was still fresh in her mind. She clung to it to settle the nerves that had gathered in her stomach. Now and then, though, she had to press her palms together to control the anxiety shakes she was still having to deal with.Her friend Isadora hummed a little song, as if she was aware of the mood Cecilia was in. As she tightened the corset on Cecilia, she took a step back, admiring her work."How do I look?" she had asked Isadora, not yet brave enough to see for herself in the mirror."I think Mason is going to consider himself one lucky dog when he sees you, Cece." she said, laughing at her joke. Cecilia blushed, taking her word for it as she stood up from the chair and took a deep breath.Besides Mason's pack being here, the rival pack was here. There was a forced truce as the duke of the west was on neither side; if any discourse or fights were to break out here, the cuffs of silver were to be placed on the offender and taken away.Though Cece was excited, she felt a sense of dread that wasn't there before; she trusted that everyone would be on their best behavior, but even Mason admitted that the head alpha Quill of the rival pack was short tempered. Not a word could be said to him without a fight breaking out.Cece was determined to stand by Mason's side the entire dance. She was a human and daughter of the duke's, so if any harm came on to her, there would be dire consequences that no one would want on them.Standing up straight, she kissed Isadora's cheek and headed out of the room where her betrothed was waiting for.In the halls, Cece wandered, taking her time. She had not seen lick or tail of her Mason. Now and then, though, she thought she caught the flash of silver or black. It was too fast for her to notice, so she tried to pay no mind.As she walked, she heard voices up ahead, and she turned, stopping in her tracks. Quill stood there, wearing a suit, and pressed jacket. His usual wild mane of black hair was smoothed back and tucked behind his ear. He had golden brown skin, with just the faintest of scars, bright green eyes light-hearted, and full of humor.For a moment, Cece wondered if this was the same person her betrothed had warned her about.As she was mulling it over, he looked over, the joy disappearing, as a guarded expression came over him.Oh, there it is, she winced, taking a quick curtesy, as she bounded off to where the music was playing.Isadora had chosen a bluish purple gown for Cece to wear, tight in the bodice, but loose everywhere else. Cece had a slim yet curvy figure, and the gown showed it off.Cece had been wary when Isadora had put on the corset over the gown, but she had loved the results. She looked and felt like a true princess.Guests milled about the court, talking to one another. Cece noticed her father talking to one of Mason's pack members. She watched carefully to see if he was irate or annoyed.Seeing nothing but a bit of a drunken stupor in her father's eyes, Cece continued to look around for her Mason.He'd promised to find her the minute he got dressed, but now as Cece searched, he wasn't there. Maybe she had gotten ready before him, which seemed unlikely, as Isadora had taken her time to find the perfect dress and look set up.Feeling a bit dissuaded, Cece headed over to the food table, grabbed a plate and let the servants serve her whatever it was at the table. She didn't focus on the food too much, still glancing around the ballroom.Suddenly, a hand grabbed at her elbow, and she turned around, a startled laugh escaping her. When she focused, she saw that it was her other friend Delilah, a frantic look in her eyes."You must come with me, Cece. You need to know the truth." she said, tugging her away from the table.Cece, a bit frightened, followed, placing her plate back on the table, steps quick and unsure.They went back down the corridors, into the deepest part of the castle, passing many guests, some who were drunk, and others who were adjusting their clothes, giving out sheepish grins.Delilah ended up leading Cece to the inner courtyard, where the sky was already turning into a night sky, stars blinking into existence. Cece wished she could pay a bit more attention to them instead of wherever Delilah was taking her.A row of bushes came into view, and Delilah pressed her finger against her lips as she carefully separated the bushes, just enough space for Cece to walk forward to.At first, Cece saw nothing, but then her eyes adjusted, and she was able to see just on the other side of the courtyard. There was Mason, wearing an untuck shirt, with patchy pants, his hair damp as if he had just washed it. Cece leaned forward, squinting to see Mason place his hands on a woman's belly, kissing her lips.What-The thought hadn't finished before Cece realized who Mason was kissing. Her best friend Isadora, who was not only kissing Mason as if it was a normal thing to do, but the way that Mason was touching Isadora's stomach made it seem like she was with child.His child.Cece didn't think at that point; she ran through the bushes, ignoring the scratches on her arms she got from the thorns, a scream tearing from her lips. Mason turned around, yanking Isadora from harm's way, as Cece pummeled him with her fists. She felt like hot metal was melting in her mouth, and she kept swinging, Mason dodging her punches.At one point, her fists connected with Isadora's face, a cry escaping from her. Mason placed her down as he went to hold Cece down."My friend! My very best friend and my betrothed! You bastard, you son of a bitch, have you ANY idea what you've done?" she screamed at him, as he pulled her away from Isadora, and walking off with her in his hold.Cece continued to kick and punch Mason, her knee connecting with his chest, taking the air out from him as he felt himself go down, dropping Cece abruptly in the stone patch.Startled, she held out her hands to catch herself when she felt herself land hard on the side of her neck, a crunch sounding out. There was pain, and then there wasn't, and she felt someone turn her over gently.She knew who it was, and then she didn't, taking the person's hand. She got up from the ground, dusting herself off, and the person smiled."Guess I'm the special guest to your funeral." Death said.Death is laughing as he helps up Cece. She scowls, taking his hand, and grips it tight. "I'm going to be honest, I thought it was going to be longer wait than that." he said, guiding her towards a pathway away from her body. Cece was nervous then; she could feel herself aging or shrinking. "Am I going back in the womb?" she asked him, and he laughed, shaking his head. "I'm not sure yet, but seeing you fight your pregnant friend, and your betrothed was quite amusing. Your other friend is trying her hardest to wake you up." A scream sounded behind them, and Death chuckled. "Looks like she shook you hard enough to show the exact spot your neck broke." Cece fought back shivers, staring straight ahead. "Was I that much of a fool?" she muttered, mostly to herself. "No; just because you followed what you were taught, and they didn't don't make you a fool. It just makes them impatient and imponet." Death replied. Cece said nothing, though she felt a bit better at that point.
I hear mixed cries from my maids and Mason as I hold on to the front of Quill's jacket to hold him in place as I kiss him, his body stiff as he's stunned.I need to make this believable, though; I press my breasts against his chest, wrapping my arms around his neck.He seems to relax then, placing a large hand on the back of my waist, his other hand cupping my right cheek where the moon mark is at.I feel him ripped away from me as Mason grabs him and slams Quill against the far wall, honey eyes boring into Quill's calm green ones."I will kill you!" Mason screams in his face, and again, no fear in Quill's eyes."Mason! Release my lover." I ordered, walking over to where they stood. My maids trailed me, nervous chatter coming from them.Mason let go of Quill then, causing him to fall back on the wall, sliding down. Mason stepped towards me, looking like he wanted to hold on to me, either to hug me or shake me."Darling, have you forgotten that you're betrothed to ME." He replied, look
Quill and I decide to go to the gardens, waving away curious stares from butlers, and maids. The wedding planner storms past me, giving me a dirty look, but she stops when Quill places a protective arm around me, pulling me outside. On a whim, I curl into his warmth, forgetting for a moment that he's not Mason; werewolves run on a higher temperature, and since I chilled so easily, it was one of the few things I appreciated. And a bonus; Quill smells like clean clothes and soap. Mason mostly smelled like raw meat, and outside scentst hat I could never pinpoint at times. I snuck a peek at him, wondering what was he thinking. Did he think this was a good idea? Did I think this was a good idea? Honestly, this seemed too fast in such a short amount of time. As I opened my mouth to ask him something, someone calling out my name stopped me. Confused, we both turned, and I felt the color leave my face for a moment. Isadora was there, face flushed from ha
When I awoke, I was crushed against Quill's bare chest, his solid arms holding me in place. He was deeply asleep-I think from his breathing-and I could feel sweat begin to form from how warm Quill is. The urge to go to the restroom grew, and I tried to wiggle free, but his grip tightened, and he sighed, burying his face in my hair. Please, just let me go to the restroom, I thought to myself, and after a beat, he turned to the other side of the bed, sighing as his snores went back to normal. I bolted, rushing to the restroom as I relieved myself, then washed my hands, and teeth. I stared at my reflection, noticing bed marks on my face, and the tangles in my hair. I sighed, knowing that this was going to take some time to fix. Suddenly, I remembered that today was the day of the ball that was being thrown from the duke of the west. In part celebration of my wedding, but mostly he enjoyed throwing them. I wondered if Quill wanted to go, then recalled that he
The guards throw me in the cell as if I'm garbage, and I land on my hands and knees. The bottom of my dress has torn, and I turn to scream at the guards, rushing forward just as they slam the cell on me. I'm so angry as I grip the metal bars, screaming for them to let me out. Footsteps wander in through the dark hallway, and the small oil lamps laid on the floor light up just enough for me to see who it is. "Mason." I say, through gritted teeth. He smirks at me, dusting off his shoulders, his eyes roaming all over the cell. "Wow, my darling, how you've fallen from your grace. The only, and eldest daughter of one of the most wealthy dukes in all the lands." he gloated, eyes going down to the tear in my dress. "And even your dress has suffered from your insolence." "What do you want from me, Mason?" I asked, hands gripping the bars. "To see you suffer." he replied, and his eyes bored into mine, flashing. I laughed then, cupping my mouth to stop th
Death is watching with bored eyes as I land in front of him. His scythe is in his hand, and there looks to be something caught on it. As I get near, he yanks it off, wiping his hands on his black robe. "Sorry, sometimes the souls get stuck on my scythe." he said sheepishly, and I blink before I realize what he's saying. "What are you doing here?" I asked, watching as the space around us turns clear, with only a slight fog. "I just want to say that this; giving you a chance to come back to life was one of the greatest decisions I've made. Not only have you gone off the rails, you also have managed to carve your own source of happiness." I said nothing, as out of nowhere, he began to float, laying back with his arms down to his sides, the scythe keeping him balanced. "But I know you have something up your sleeve. So please, make it worth my while." he said, as a skeletal version of himself walked out from him and disappeared. He must have seen the dismay
My hair is made into a long braid, the ends tickling my lower back. I change my mind many times on what I want to wear, and I decide on a simple light purple dress, that's long sleeved, and some warm pantyhose, paired off with black boots with buckles. Where Quill resides, it's almost always cold, and I understand why he chose that spot; his entire pack run on a higher temp than the rest of us do. Quill comes back from speaking with my father, and heads back in my closet, pulling out a thick, flower patterned blanket. He wraps it around myself, kissing the tip of my nose as he does so. That simple action, so casual, and out of nowhere makes my heart beat faster, and the blood rush to my face. Quill notices, his face switching from embarassment, to teasing, as he kisses both of my red cheeks. "S-stop, you tease!" I say, lightly shoving him back, as I wrap the blanket around myself. "My darling, you are covered from head to toe in clothes, it might b
The ring feels heavy on my finger, and I feel clumsy. Though the stone being much bigger than Mason's old engagement ring, I felt flustered as Quill guided me out of the carriage and into his castle. Cold air nipped at my exposed nose, and skin, and I rubbed my hands together to sort some heat from friction. At one point, I almost slipped on an icy puddle, Quill pulling me up into his arms. Instantly, my body was warmed, heat coming off of Quill. He walked with sure steps, greeting people to and fro, and I tried to peek out from the blankey. The cold hit my face with enough force to have me back huddled, the icy breeze piercing through my thin dress. What was I thinking dressing like this? "I do apologize for the weather, my dear. It got worse." Quill said, and suddenly, it stopped being cold, the blanket taken off of me. Sudden light from chandliers, and torches made me squint my eyes after having been in the darkness for so long. I rub my eyes, then tr