[centre][color=gold][h2]Atallia Faeron[/h2]
[sub]Bride of Loofy[@agentmanatee] & sister-bride to Aerienna Cassiel[@RomanAria]
(P.S. Sorry about this - I lost a lot of motivation to get any sort of posts up but it should be ok now!)
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Things seemed to drown out in the noise of the room and without much effort, the sounds of his words were lost on her. She didn't want to hear them so her mind blanked them. Her fate was an obvious one - she wouldn't be able to tolerate such a sickeningly wretched Drakken and she would try to kill him sooner or later and after that? Well, if she was lucky, he would kill her. Her mind seemed lost in those thoughts when his massive claws gripped her arm and dragged her forward. Not expecting it, her feet were caught out and she tipped forward, landing square in his chest. With furrowed brows, she realised that listening to him would probably save her some humiliation at the least. [color=ed1c24]"Tsk, tsk, tsk Gem, it is not smart to deny a Drakken what he wants, Aery knows that,"[/color] He squeezed the other girl's rear again as if to prove himself right before launching into his next monologue. [color=ed1c24]"but it appears you will have to be taught... good. Good thing I wasn't looking for another Aery hmmm? If I had been I would have taken her twin as well. Now, whats your name Spitfire?"[/color]

She stopped at that, confusion etched onto her features. Who was she? Did that question even matter anymore? In a few hours she was going to become a plaything for some Drakken lord. Her family would weep and bitterly remember her taking but they would forget within a generation and the cycle would continue. It didn't matter who she was because she could be whoever she wanted to be. If he was going to destroy what she was, she was going to at least hold the privilege to rebuild herself. [color=gold]"My name..."[/color] She whispered, a harsh frown set into her features.

[i][color=fda5e7]“I was TRYING to help you! Play along and he’ll go easier on you!”[/color][/i] The other bride spoke but he apparently didn't hear it whatsoever. She had heard about that sort of magic before and although she didn't trust this other girl who apparently seemed to encourage her own rape, Atallia didn't have much of a choice in the matter.

[color=gold]"My name is Tal."[/color] She answered, eyes raising to her new husband. If she wanted to play a game then Atallia would gladly play but only by her own rules. There was a danger in those eyes, as if she was intentionally pushing him to hurt her; there was a fire there that breathed gently in a warm golden bath.

After that, things became a blur. They made their way to the main hall in preparation for a great feast and the two which she was stuck with seemed to grow closer and closer until they were practically going at it already. Atallia ignored them for the most part and wandered of her own accord. Nothing particularly interesting happened until a few minutes later when one of the Gems stood in the middle of the room and proceeded to play some tune. Atallia briefly remembered it being some royal song but she wasn't particularly interested - the Royals were a corrupt lot, apparently void of the same choosing they were all subject to. What interested her was when another girl climbed to her feet and began to applaud the girl. She barely even had time to turn when an audible [i]snap[/i] echoed around the room and the applauding fell silent. She felt the fire come crashing back, angry and emblazoned with dark intents. Her hands bit into the hardwood of the chair's arms. Her eyes slowly fell to a carvery knife sitting right in front of her and as she leaned forward, her eyes blinked round to find his, harsh and demanding.