Faelyn bit her lip, anxiety filling her veins as she walked towards a large oak table, her new husband seated at one of the thrones of the table. A smaller one was placed beside him; her new throne. Her hands were clasped together, her head lowered. As she approached the table, she curtsied before her husband. “My King,” she greeted, her voice soft and sweet. Vincent Everdawn. King of the Vampires. Now, she was Queen of the Vampires. But, she was also Queen of the Elves, and Vincent was now King of the Elves.
To explain, Vincent and Faelyn had been married as a political agreement between the vampires and the elves, two races that had been at war for centuries. However, the younger generations of elves and vampires decided that enough was enough, and sent the two heirs to the thrones to their own castle to start their own kingdom, in an attempt to create peace between the two races. Now, here they were.
Faelyn was dressed in a white ball gown, her corset like bodice had a sweetheart neckline and bedazzled with jewels from her homeland. Her long silver hair was braided down her back partly while the rest cascaded down her back like snow. Her bright eyes were outlined with eyeliner and silver eyeshadow. A white gold head piece with a black diamond dangled on her forehead. She was the shining sun in this new kingdom, while her husband was the darkness.
Faelyn had never met Vincent prior to the marriage. She had heard several rumors about him! So many in fact, that she had no idea which were true! Was he cruel? Was he kind? She honestly had no idea… Faelyn went to take her seat beside her husband. Her hands clasped together on her lap. She was nervous. This was her first marriage. Her only marriage. Having never met her husband, the idea of their “wedding night” frightened her. Would…would he gentle? Faelyn glanced over, seeing the sharp features of her husband. He was a handsome man, more than she had ever expected. But, she could see just the very tip of one of his fangs poking out of his lip. Faelyn swallowed hard, looking down at the table. She reached for her wine and sipped it. This was going to be a long night.