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An Unholy Union

By Stephanie Wyatt
March 2, 2020
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Bride on her wedding day
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I stared at myself in the golden mirror. The light reflected off of my golden wedding dress. Mother didn’t think white was appropriate. I had a deep V-neck and a large skirt, which detracted from my slight baby bump. I was about two months pregnant and mother thought the gold would hide the glow that accompanied all planetary pregnancies. I smiled as silver stardust was brushed on my high cheekbones.
My hair fell in large curls halfway down my back. It was held in place by a crown of violet roses tied together in a crown on my head. I stood up thankful for the slippers that were hidden under the large skirts. 

“You look beautiful Princess” one of her ladies whispered as they helped carry my train. I nodded but stared at the large double doors. I  willed the large golden doors with an amethyst crescent moon split between them.I held a large bouquet of silver and purple roses that matched my eyes. The doors opened after what seemed like an eternity. 

The room was completely black as I walked into the ballroom.I could only see in front of me because of the starlight that streamed into the room from the large windows that covered the walls. I focused on the young man at the end of the aisle. 

He was tall and had his long light brown hair in a low ponytail. He had a tie that matched the infamous Genemene sapphire eyes. He wore a simple black robe with black dress shoes that shone like the starlight that surrounded them.  He had a long face with a strong chin.  He was handsome, and had a lazy smile. 

An older woman stood in the middle of the altar. She had large dark brown eyes. Her hands wrinkled and bent with age, She depended on a cane with a crescent moon for the handle. She wore an amethyst floor-length gown. Her hair was up and a swirl of light brown and grey. She seemed to have a golden aura around her.  She didn’t smile as I took the hand of my fiancee. I smiled at him, and he squeezed my hand. 

“My Dear Subjects, We are gathered here today to celebrate the union of my grandson Prince Maximus Ian James Geneomene to  Alexandria Christine Simetra. The union of these two kingdoms will continue the friendship we have shared over the years.” She said and I smiled at her. We would be family in a matter of moments. She just stared at her grandson.  “Maximus, Do you promise to honor Alexandria all of the days of your life?” She asked. 

 I swear I saw her glow brighter as he said,  “I do.” I squeezed his hand again. 

She turned to me,  “Alexandria, Do you take Maximus to be your lawfully wedded husband, and honor him all the days of your life?” 

I smiled, and carefully placed my bouquet over my stomach that glowed emerald.  “I do,” I said. A silver necklace with a sapphire crescent with a silver star hanging off of the tip appeared on my neck to rest on my chest. A matching mark branded me in the middle of my neck and right shoulder. I felt my new magic surge through my body, and my fingertips tingled.

”What do you think about skipping our reception?” Max’s deep voice echoed in my mind as it muted my other thoughts. 

I looked at him amused. ”We should celebrate with our people.” I offered mentally. The lazy smile on his face grew. His sapphire eyes darkened as I felt his magic  between my legs beneath my dress.

”Trust me. They won’t mind.” I blushed as the power moved deeper inside me.

A sapphire light surrounded us as Max’s grandmother announced. ”I now pronounce you husband and wife.” Max picked me up and kissed my lips fiercely. A cloud of smoke surrounded us as we landed on a soft bed. Max made quick work of my gown and its golden skirts pooled in a pile on the floor.  His lips moved to my new mark on my neck. He nibbled, and I almost moaned against his shoulder at the sudden heat to my core. I fumbled with his pants, and prayed a silent prayer that my stomach would not give me away.

”Don’t be nervous. No one can hear us.” Max commented mentally as his pants fell to the floor. His hips ground against mine as he bit my mark again. I moaned loudly and he used his knee to separate my legs.

”Members of the Royal family can communicate mentally. It helps prevent messages from being intercepted.” He explained mentally as he slid himself into me and I moaned in his ear. We continued all through the night. I fell asleep sated, and I thought this would be the rest of my life.


 

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Stephanie Wyatt

I have Cerebral Palsy and use a wheelchair. I grew up in Fort Wayne but currently live in Chicago with my dog Ama Angelica, and my best friend. I love to write and read YA Sci-Fi and Fantasy stories. Anything else you want to know just ask!

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