Damien was up before the sun had even decided it would rise. By the time the sun did decide to appear over the trees of his kingdom, Damien was dressed in his traditional white and black suit. He stared out the window, the dark clouds of the morning proving that no sun would be rising today. Damien smirked, his harsh cold eyes like pale moon stones. Soon, oh so very soon his bride would be here. He hadn't even learned her name yet, but that wasn't a concern of his. Names weren't important. Obedience was. Damien went about ensuring that the preparations for her arrival were ready. Her room was made up, it was beside his, naturally. He had it decorated with items from his kingdom; her new home. Nothing like her land. Why would she ever want to be reminded of a land that would be his anyway?
Hours crept by and Damien was becoming impatient. "Has she arrived yet?" He growled at one of the passing servants, his voice low and heavy. The servant quickly shook their head and left his sight, lest they be the one he took his annoyance out on. "Your Highness," His butler, Handell, spoke. Damien turned, those cold eyes never changing. "What?" He snapped. "She has arrived." Though his voice was even and held emotion, Handell feared for the girl. The King could be ruthless and aggressive, and Handell knew that he was not an easy man to deal with.
Damien smirked, those cold eyes flashing with devious delight. "Excellent. Come, Handell. Let us go meet her, shall we?" He smirked wide as he strode outside towards the gates. Just as Handell had said, the carriage that held his prize was pulling up before the steps. Once it came to a stop at the base of the marble steps, a servant scurried over and opened the door. Damien crossed his arms, his muscular arms tense and nearly straining in the suit. His eyes watched the door like a predator awaiting its prey. "Presenting, Princess Meredith Maywater." The servant said shakily. Damien awaited, hunger filling his eyes like fire.