The tension stays long after Queen Calandra and Lucios are gone. I run to catch up to the others, noticing that Xolo, and Lip stand outside of the gates, keeping their gazes focused on the woods, and the area where Mason and the others had popped up. Quill must have ordered them to stand guard, I think to myself, running inside of the estate. I'm not surprised that they're crowded in my father's office as they're busy not only determining Mason's punishment, but they're also trying to figure out how to go about the threat that the Unseelie King poses. From the panicked look of Queen Calandra, and Lucios, the Unseelie King is not one you want as an enemy. As I try to step in, my father turns to me, a distracted look on his face. Everyone continues on with their discussion, and he walks towards me, placing a hand on my shoulder. "Daughter, I'm probably going to send you off to the Aztec Isles if this goes wrong." he says, rubbing his forehead with his hand. He looks stressed,
When I walk in, Death is going through some scrolls, and he's frowning. This is the first time I've seen him like this, and when he looks up at me, his mind seems miles from where I am. "Hello Cecilia." he says, and I glance at him, curiously. "What are you doing?" I ask him, and he waves his arm around, a shiny desk appearing behind him as he places the many scrolls on his desk, careful not to let them fall. "I didn't want to worry you, but it seems like the amount of deaths have been going on an all time high. At first, I didn't know if there was a plague that was slowly taking over the kingdoms, and lands alike, but as I really read through the scrolls, their causes of death were anything but unnatural." he said, and he pinched his nose bridge, as if lessening a headache. "Might I take a look?" I asked, and he shook his head, placing a hand over the scrolls. "Even if you weren't mortal, I couldn't let you look at these. These aren't just the now deaths, these are also
"Why are you here?" he asked, the black hood covering his face. Cecilia didn't bother to try to answer, knowing what the full hood held. A boy, looking the age of sixteen or seventeen, though he claimed to be ageless. He had silver white hair that looked akin to the coloring of the moon and the palest shade of blood-red eyes she had ever seen. Not many could find him, but Cecilia had always been persistent; she had walked through countless cemeteries, looking for the one in the black hood, and the scythe strapped to his back. This certain cemetery was in the outskirts of her town; headstones littered as far as the eye could see, and the center of it was different from the rest. A small building had been destroyed for unknown purposes, revealing hidden tunnels. No one had traveled through, especially once the gnarled roots of dead trees began to grow over the entrance. But Cecilia was no quitter; she brought a sharpened hatchet and made her way down, traveling by light
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 hu
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