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                                              She wore black in mourning of the loss of her freedom. In spite of her mother's pleading for her to wear the white chiffon dress she had bought her three days earlier at the more expensive dress shop in the small town, Evonie was dead set on the black dress with the tight buttoned bodice and tumbling skirts that she had worn to the queen's funeral when her father had been invited. It was a lovely dress, with bows and large skirts that swayed around her mid thigh. Her green hair was pinned up in paces, a few tangles falling in her face, exposing the elegant curve of her neck and the prominence of her collar bone. In the privacy of her room, she stood in front of the large mirror, staring blankly at the green-haired girl she hardly recognized. Even with the dress, her mother had gone all out with makeup, her skin powdered a pale white and her lips painted a rosy pink. It was unfair that she was forced to play the role of the quiet commander's daughter. She was blessed with her mother's looks, but cursed with her father's impulsiveness and personality. She was a fighter, and not a lady.

                                              Just as she started turning away from the mirror, her mother rushed in with three more women that were helping her prepare. Tonight, she would be meeting the man who would marry her. A human, but she was never informed of his status. Her mother smiled wearily at her, probably resentful of the black dress and reminiscent of the white one that was still zipped away. She frowned at the odd bump in the back of the dress and gave a heavy sigh. "You know we'll have to pin that unsightly tail of yours back for the night." she murmured, ordering a maid to hand her a few pins and a scarf, going to work at tying down the fawn's tail that her daughter had been 'cursed' with. Once she was done hiding the so called deformity, she forced a smile and straightened her out, slipping a necklace around her neck and clasping it quickly. Taking a step back, she admired her daughter. "I don't see why you can't just wear the one I bought you..." her mother sighed softly, shaking her head in disdain. "Because, mother," Eve replied in a calm tone. "It is a night of mourning, not a night of celebration." she murmured. Having given up on attempting to convince her daughter otherwise, the commander's wife let out a heavy sigh and shook her head. She ordered for her daughter to be outside and in the car five minutes from then. Eve had every intention of making her father and mother happy tonight. She would start fighting as soon as the party came to an end, however. She had no intention of marrying a human, even if it was for the good of the planet.

                                              They would enter the capitol by car, as her mother had arranged. Normally, cars were hardly used in the capitol. The streets were paved for walking, not for driving, and were always kept so clean by those who were put to the task of making the utopia-esque city live up to the expectations of the king and queen. The flying car would take them directly to the castle, however. They had clearance from the king himself to be flown in, and the military would be standing heavy guard in case any other vehicles attempted to enter the airspace without permission. Though it was rare for Eve to fly in the car with both of her parents, she did enjoy it more than she would ever reveal. The thick semi-sphere of glass allowed for a panoramic view of all of Nova, from the deep cerulean sky that held the third moon, Eden, in the air, to the large mountains that burst forth where the sky kissed the Novarian ground. When she was not too busy being stuffed inside with her mother and suffering through the agony otherwise known as her lessons, Eve was out exploring the seemingly endless Novarian wild.

                                              She had heard many times before of the planet Earth, where the industrialization had expanded so far that there was almost no place untouched by man and scarred by ugly buildings and deforestation. Nova, however, was vastly unindustrialized. There was no use for destroying resources when their scientific research provided them with endless amounts of energy drawn from their natural water sources or even from their sun's rays. The industry was confined to small portions of Nova, in cities here and there that were scattered across the empire. There was peace. As they flew over the wild vegetation that seemed to pass by in blurs of green and brown and occasionally blue, Eve took in the beauty of the sky. As the sun began it's decent below the tips of the snowy mountain peaks, the second and smallest moon, Aros, began rising in front of the orange monstrosity that was Eden. The smaller, blue planet, which was mostly rock and craters, wasn't much use to the Novarians as of yet, but when it rose with Eden to welcome the night, it made an amazing sight that no Earthling could compare their moon to.

                                              Eve's fingers pressed against the glass of the car's side, yearning to touch the surfaces of the moons that stretched sleepily into the sky. She let out a breathy sigh, watching in awe as the minutes went by. She was so quickly losing track of time. "Evonie. You'll leave prints." her mother snapped from in front of her, swatting the earth manipulator's hand from the glass. "We're almost to the capitol." she informed her daughter, gesturing to the large mountains that shot suddenly out of the earth, disrupting the rolling hills and rivers that had previously made up the landscape. On the mountains edges, small capitol strongholds with large walls made of stone encircled the valley that made up the capitol. It was a bustling town of modern technology unseen anywhere else on Nova, save a few lucky cities that managed to obtain a few of the newest inventions every once in a great while. In the center of the valley, rising suddenly above the rest of the large town, sat the castle, protected on all sides from any ground attacks by the capitol town and the strongholds. Eve had only been to the capitol a few times in her life, but as the sun sank in the sky, she was struck by the amazing beauty of it all. "Oh." she breathed softly, her lips parting in astonishment. Her mother cleared her throat, which made Eve bristle a bit. "Enough staring. Prepare yourself, Evonie. You'll be meeting your husband in a matter of hours." her mother dictated, straightening up a bit and tucking a piece of hair out of her daughter's face, attempting to make her look presentable. Eve let out a resentful sigh and forced a smile. "Yes, mother." she murmured quietly, turning her eyes back to the two moons and wondering when the night that had only just begun, would finally come to an end.

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                                              As she made her way closer to the door, Eve stopped and shut her eyes. She took a deep breath and let it out slowly, her entire being trembling with anxiety. Usually she didn't feel this way. She wasn't typically nervous, but then again, she wasn't typically standing outside the door, a piece of ornate wood apart from the man who was to be called her husband just a few weeks from now. Or months. But that all depended on when whoever she was to be married to decided to begin planning with her. For all she knew, they could be wed in a few days. Which she sincerely hoped would not happen. Even if she liked the man that she was to be married to, she wouldn't want to jump into a marriage that quickly. Most certainly not. She bit her lip and placed her hand on the door knob, preparing herself before a cheerful servant came up behind her, quickly stepping between her and the door. "Oh no, no, no, dearie! You must not have heard - the king will be presenting you with your husband at the beginning of the banquet, for your first dances before dinner begins!" she exclaimed excitedly, a gigglish sound slipping between her lips. Eve quickly shook her head at the woman, her mouth gone dry. She was going to be announced? By the king? And would have to dance with a man she hardly knew? This was madness! The maid gave a roll of her eyes, obviously upset with the rest of the staff. "Of course they didn't, the lazy lugs! Come on, dearie, I'll show you where you're supposed to be." she said brightly and cheerfully, gripping Evonie by the wrist and leading her in the opposite direction and through a separate pair of doors that led her to the back of the ballroom, where she would be entering.

                                              From what Eve could tell, she was the first of the Novarians to arrive. She stood in the east wing of a large, stage-like structure, behind a rather thick, velvet curtain; one that blocked her from the murmuring of people on the other side. Had she been feeling bold enough, she might have been able to sneak a peek into the audience from where she currently stood, but her nerves got the better of her.. Somewhere across the stage, there stood the humans in the other wing, who would be walking out once announced by the king and meeting their Novarian counterpart in the center, just before the king. She looked back at the woman that had brought her there nervously. "Where are the others?" she asked anxiously, playing with a tangle of hair that fell into her eyes. The woman gave a bubbly laugh. "You're the first one here, dear!" she exclaimed happily. "And from what I can tell, you're the commander's daughter. You'll be meeting your husband first, and you'll be the first one to go out for the ceremonious dance before the dinner officially begins!" she smiled, her sing song voice almost too much for Eve now. The woman was ushered away before the earth manipulator could react.

                                              Eve was left to her own defenses, processing the information she had just heard. She pressed her hand against to the wall, feeling slightly sick. Was she supposed to just accept the fact that she was meeting the man who would define the rest of her life in a few short moments? She could feel herself going from cold to hot, her head spinning. She had to stop thinking so much before she fainted. Instead of sitting, however, she began pacing, fidgeting with the black material of her dress that swayed around her legs. She gulped down a bit of air, attempting to calm herself. She had a small bit of time before the four other Novarians that were to be married off arrived and they were to be sent off. She chewed on her lower lip as she paced, thankful for non-wear lipstick.

                                              "Breathe... Breathe..." she murmured to herself, shutting her eyes as the greenish blush finally started to fade away and Eve regained control of her body. She heard a few steps behind her, probably another unfortunate Novarian coming to face her fate with the bubbly maid, but she didn't turn around. She had to have total control before anything happened. A few more minutes ticked by. She could hear the king calling for attention, gaining the audience's respect. He began to prattle on about the long war, how it was finally coming to an end. She had maybe twenty minutes more, at the very least. The man was known to lament for his late wife. With a deep, shaky breath, she turned away from the curtain and began pacing once more. Her life as she knew it was so suddenly changing. She wasn't sure if she could look an earthling in the eye after the war anymore. And marry one? She was certain she couldn't.. Not like this, certainly not. It was too much too fast. Her seconds were ticking by faster than she could count.

                                              "Breathe.. Breathe.." she whispered again, trying to calm herself.


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                                  Nikolai sat back in the comfortably padded leather pilot's seat. His hands were on the controls, the bright red of the solid-light holoform display glowing in the relative darkness of the little cabin. It was his personal cruiser, made for low-level flight in the atmosphere, but still capable of space-flight for short distances. He didn't take the offered flight to the planet's surface, preferring to take himself to the ball, or banquet, or whatever the ******** it was. He sighed. The Russian's hands slid over the controls, adjusting the altitude, declining into a shallow slope towards the surface of the planet. Admittedly, it was beautiful. Alien, disturbing, but beautiful. And unlike the surface of earth, unmarked by wars and industrialization. It was smooth, with curves of little cities, pale architecture. He didn't like that, much preferring the sleek black angles of Earth to this... The landscape itself was highly different as well. Rich in colour, with dark hues blues and oranges and greens covering the surface of the planet, with the sky darkening, moons rising in the sky. Everything here was so different.

                                  His hands stiffened over the holo for a moment as a brief flash of what the landscape might have looked like ran through his mind, a sight he had seen before. Studded with craters, ashen and barren... Hah. Snap yourself out of it, Captain. The war's over... for now. He shook his head and shifted his fingertips over the red light, bringing a little grid up to the slight left of his vision. On it was his current co-ordinates. He shifted course towards the capitol.

                                  The flight was smooth, there was no other craft in the air from what he could tell. The building he was to go to for the peace ceremonies had no landing strip, so he was forced to land his craft at a small civilian air-base nearby. It was built for Novarian craft, so it was simple, far outdated by Earth standards, but not too far from where he was going to ultimately end up. Maybe the walk would help calm him. The streets of the city were narrow and alien, and he soon realized that walking through the streets, wearing his allegiance on his sleeve was not the idea that was going to make the Novarians welcome him to their planet with open arms. He was dressed in dark grey, uniform modern with a slanted cut to the front of the coat with red and black trim around the cuffs and sleeves. Silver epaulettes rested on his shoulders, proclaiming his rank as Captain of a fighting vessel, with slim black chord hanging around his shoulders. His war medals glinted on his breast, and his rank on his sleeve, along with the symbol of his planet, with a small flag in the corner indicating his country, and the insignia of his ship; the majestic Gattaca. Everyone stared, and Nikolai just kept his eyes forward, shoulders back, marching towards the banquet hall. He would not stand down now, he never would deny what he did. Not for the tantalizing suggestion of peace, for his own life, and certainly not simply to keep eyes away from him. It was of no matter, anyway. All eyes would be trained on him soon enough.

                                  Nikolai had agreed to this... he had. And he was still working out why exactly he agreed to do this in the first place. He was to marry someone. He didn't know who. Marrying... hm. I promised my mother I would never. If only she could see me now. Her brave warrior submitting to such a thing as an arranged marriage. Nikolai wanted a cigarette. Did these creatures smoke? He didn't think they did, but that didn't matter to him. One whiff of second-hand vapours wouldn't kill them, Nikolai was fairly sure. He searched his pockets for a pack, or even just one that had fallen out, but to no avail. Of course. He was wearing his dress uniform. They were still tucked away in the cruiser's storage compartment. [colour=#4f3c36]Of course... just my luck. Now I'll be stuck stressed and thinking about vapours all night. Nikolai took a deep breath in, and exhaled slowly.

                                  The banquet hall was elegant, smooth lines, graceful alien architecture. The inside was larger than the outside suggested, with high ceilings, and graceful wooden doors. Paintings and art lined the walls, as well as vast windows. Almost like being in an old church... He shook his head, looking around. He had come without guards or escort. He wasn't so high enough a rank to be issued them, and not so low and weak as to need them. He knew no one here. More importantly, he didn't know where to go. The human soldier looked around, and thankfully, there was someone walking down the hall towards him. They looked like a civilian. Straightening his back to his full imposing height, he strode up to the Novarian. "You there. Novarian." His accent still wrapped around his words, giving them a lilt and a rough edge, to fit his demeanour.

                                  The alien turned with a look of small terror to face him. His hair was long and braided back, his clothes dark and plain. Probably an air elemental, judging by the soft, muted blues of his hair and eyes. Maybe water. He was at least a foot shorter than Nikolai. "I am here for ceremony. Where am I to go?" His face, if possible got paler.

                                  "U-uh, it's down the main hall... third left corridor, there-there should be someone to greet you..."

                                  "Thank you, civilian." Nikolai turned without another word and walked away, leaving the Novarian standing there. His boots were loud against the floor, rubber-coated metal soles clunking down hard on the pristine floors of the banquet hall. Everything about him and the Novarians was opposite. I don't belong here... what am I doing. Right... right, I'm helping end the war. A war hero on a quest for peace. He didn't know if it was admirable or simply sad. He found the mentioned hallways, walking down them with more and more people there, staring at him and his sleek, dark uniform, stark against the elegant costumes of the Novarians. He didn't know where the other humans were, or if they had even arrived yet. Nikolai didn't care whether he was the first or not, so long as he wasn't late. It was horrible for anyone of his standing to arrive to any event late. His history was drilled into him, and Nikolai Androvsky was a soldier to the very core.

                                  "Captain Androvsky!" Nik turned to see an attendant motion to him. The attendant greeted him with a bow. "Please, Captain, this way. The King has already begun his speech." Nikolai nodded silently, steeling himself for the battle ahead, and followed the Novarian down a side hall and through a door to what seemed to be a back-stage area, where he was to wait to be called. "The King will call your name when he announces your finacee's name, and you are to go on stage at that time."

                                  "Thank you." The attendant scurried away, leaving him close enough to the opening in the curtains to look out on the audience, which was fairly large and colourful, unlike his usual audience of men suited exactly the same, standing in orderly rows, waiting for their commands, or for words of power and a speech to compel their spirits to honour and pride for their race. This was going to be a very different battle. Nikolai was going out to meet his bride, in the memo he had received, which outlined the plans of the evening. Structure was good; he knew what to expect, although, as was well known, Nikolai was also quick on his feet in situations where things went against the carefully made plans. The King of the Novarians would make his speech, Nikolai would come onto stage when called, along with his fiancee, and take the first dance. The other couples would be called in a similar manner, and then the feast would begin. Nikolai wondered what his wife was going to be like. He wasn't told anything about her, which didn't seem to him to be the best tactical decision. Perhaps the woman (for that was the only information he was given; that it was going to be a male/female pairing system) would get along with him. Perhaps she would be beautiful. More likely, she would loathe him. She would never know what it was like to fight like he knew. The horrors of war and battle. Tch. The Novarian would probably be some pampered woman from the upper ranks of the society.

                                  Nikolai looked back to the opening in the curtains where he could see the back of the King onstage. He sighed, and pushed his shoulders back, levelling his gaze once more, and letting his hand rest on the deceivingly decorative gun holster strapped around his waist. Captain... time to face the fight.

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                                            "Please get up Sarcelle, we don't have much time!" teal colored hair spilled over a soft plush pillow as a head turned towards the voice speaking. Whoever was constantly telling her to awake was seriously becoming irritating. Blue, teal eyes slowly opened to a female face twisted in a scowl that was meant for her. "What do you mean we do not have much time." she grumbled groggily to the women. The female realized it was her personal maid that always came to wake her and help her get dressed for the day. After a few minutes of blinking mindlessly, Cello pushed herself up and into a sitting position. "Sarcelle, I cannot believe you have forgotten already. Your Father would be very disappointed." Cello turned her head to the women, her thoughts finally coming back to her in all one jumble; "Maybe upset, but not disappointed Adele." she stiffly replied, "The 'marriage' right, that's what you are referring to?" she spoke softly as she air-quoted marriage. Adele stared at her, "Come on dear, we really need to get you up, ready and down to the room so you and your future husband can be announced." Cello's head whipped around to face Adele with a hard stare, "What do you mean announced, what is my father up to, I figured he would have told his daughter at least something if it changed!" she snapped out without thinking. As she pushed herself off her bed she sighed softly, "I'm sorry Adele, I'm just stressed out, I didn't mean to snap." She responded gently. Adele just merely nodded towards Cello before stiffly headed to find the dress Cello had chosen for herself for this day. "Adele, you did make the tiny adjustment for my 'tail' didn't you?" she whispered as she stared at her figure in the full-length mirror. "Yes ma'am, do not worry. Everything has been made accordingly." she responded. Cello continued to stare at herself, her long teal hair, which tended to have a hit a blue, which stopped around her thighs curled and messy from sleep. Her deep teal eyes, her pale skin, and her thin curvy figure stared back. And the teal wolfish tail the swayed back in forth slowly. The thing some families find to be a blemish they wish not to have, so they get it removed and do the same to their children. For Cello, that didn't happen. She had grown to be true to every part of her Novarian pride and herself, so she kept her tail, and it didn't bother her, she just hated that other Novarians find it bad. Cello didn't question it, nor did she take it personally, many Novarians were just different. Turning from her reflection, she slowly walked back towards Adele and sat down in front of another mirror. "Alright Adele. Let’s just get this over with." she spoke softly looking towards the women that had set Cello's outfit aside and came over to start on her hair, at least getting it brushed out anyway. Once Cello was dressed, her hair and make-up would be completed.

                                            As Adele started brushing through Cello's hair, Cello took this time to get lost in thought. What was happening today was all caused because they wanted peace; after the humans started becoming nosy, everything changed, and a war broke lose between Novarians and Humans. Her mother who had recently fallen ill and passed away was the end to the war. Not only that, there had been an agreement, and agreement that five important Novarians were to me married to five important humans, Cello and her brother, Nathaniel; being two of those people. She understood why it was happening when her father explained it to her after her mother passed, and how that it was a hoped to create peace among their people and the humans. Cello just accepted the fate and became indifferent to the fact it was happening. She definitely didn't like the fact she was going to be married to a human, but someone she didn't know at all nonetheless. That kind of sparked Cello's anger that her father even dare pass her brother and herself off like that. Along with that, she was only twenty years old as well, probably a little young for her to be getting into this. Cello sort of wondered what was going on in her father's mind, marring people that don't love and or know each other. She only shrugged it off because she thought he figured that maybe the couples would end up loving each other, Cello would never really understand her father's intentions. Cello may dislike the humans, but she had come to the thought that running from this would not help her people. So, she made the change collected her thoughts, and made her decision. Her people came first to her; at least, that was what she had been taught growing up.

                                            Now, what separated Novarians from humans was the simple fact Novarians controlled a certain element and their hair eyes and tail corresponded with that element. Many elements like earth, water, fire, air and occasionally interesting ones like metals and other things. Cello, if you couldn't already tell from her teal hair, blue eyes, controlled water. For Cello that was such a peaceful element for her and she was glad to have obtained this element. Cello sighed after awhile finally coming away from all her thoughts as Adele continuously grumbled about how Cello wasn't listening to a thing she had been saying. "Sorry I was thinking about something." she murmured with a tiny shrug. "Well remove yourself from your thoughts and let's get you into the dress." Cello stood and walked towards where the dress had been laid across on her bed. Turning her back to Adele, she stripped off her sleep wear, and folded them neatly before setting it on the bed. Reaching for the dress, she allowed Adele to help it over her head and fall onto her body. The dress was similar to a olive green with white frill along the bottom of the dress. It contained a deep burgundy bow on her bottom and her tail seemed be right above it, but enough above so it wouldn't look bad or mess up the dress. Burgundy straps formed the arms and crisscrossed down her back, which left her back slightly exposed as well. The front of the dress came down into a short V-neck leaving her well covered and not to out there, with a little lace along the front as well. Over all it was a beautiful dress for her figure and her status. Cello asked for the dress instead of a white one, because she felt no need for the dress to be white, especially since she wasn't full alright with doing this. Adjusting it slightly, she slipped on her heals and turned to the full-length mirror near her bed and stared at herself. Checking and looked, making sure this dress looked alright before letting a small smile grace her lips, "Perfect." she responded turning to Adele. "Alright, let's get my hair and make-up finished and arrive before we are too late." she told the women. Hurrying back to the chair, she gently sat down as Adele took the brush to her hair once more and pulled her hair up into pig-tails, and brushed her bangs down to frame her face and eyes. Curling the ends for and elegant effect, Adele grabbed the burgundy flower hair accessory and clipped it onto the right side of Cello's head. When Cello opened her eyes she generally smiled at what she saw. "You are so great with hair Adele!" she exclaimed. Adele smiled warmly at the girl and merely nodded as she turned Cello towards her and did her make-up. Cello's make-up was very natural with tans and light greens, alone with a little burgundy here and there to go along with her dress. Once Adele had completely finished and stepped away allowing Cello to stand. The young princess looked like a different person. After one last look, both Cello and Adele disappeared out of her room.

                                            TIMESKIP


                                            Cello knew it wouldn't take long for she and Adele to get to the room she was needed in. Nor did she like that fact she was going to have to wait; it was like her father was trying to drive her insane. Anxiousness shot through her body the more she and Adele walked through the halls. The banquet and announcement would be held at the palace from what she had gathered since her father was putting it together; the place where she grew up in and lived. The castle like structure was a beautiful place centered in the capital, protected by walls and men from the ground up. On the inside it was just as beautiful, velvet things, pictures, many rooms, things like that. Many people love to come here, yet its one thing to come here to see and visit, it's another when you live here and grow tired of staring at the same thing over and over again. As Cello and Adele turned the corner, anxiety arose instead of anxiousness, the closer Cello became to the door that held more Novarians, the more fidgety she became. According to Adele, her father would be announcing them then they would take the first dance before the banquet would begin. Apparently in one room is where her people would be, and separating them was a huge velvet curtain which on the other side contained the humans. Cello actually wondered where her brother was, she wondered if he had already arrived or if he was still busy getting ready for something she was sure he didn’t want. She sighed, she hated negativity, and because her brother was angered by all of this, it seemed that negativity was all that was going to happen for the moment. Cello stared at the door in front of her that a maid had just slipped out of, her eyes locking onto the door. This was it; this was the door where she would wait for her fate. Looking to Adele she smiled lightly before waving goodbye and walking forward. Walking past the other maid who smiled at her, Cello lifted her chin placed her fingers around the handle and pulled open the door. "Here we go." she thought.

                                            As she opened the door, Cello's eyes scanned the room, her eyes landing on the only other female in the room. From her thoughts, Adele had discussed what people would be there other than her and her brother. Smiling gently at the girl who seemed to just as fidgety as she was, she walked in and pulled the door closed. Letting her eyes scan the room, they landed on the overly large red velvet curtain that was blocking them from the humans. Closing her eyes they turned to the green haired girl, "I'm Princess Sarcelle, who might you be?" she asked the girl kindly. Her ears had caught on the voice of her father beginning to talk about the war among many other things, which it may have been relevant but he was probably trying to make more time because he might have known not everyone had arrived, either way though, she drowned him out. She found no point in listening to the same story over and over again, even if it was the story of what happened not long ago, and the fact it could have called her mother to fall ill. She really had already begun to place that into the back of her mind, apparently her father hadn’t, and so her she sat. Cello was just ready for him to call her name, explain who she was, and call the name of man she would have to wed. Sighing she found a chair and gently sat her tiny form into the seat and leaned back, her fingers subconsciously playing with one of her pig-tails. As of now, it was to play a waiting game, and wait for more people to arrive. It seemed that she and the other girl were the only ones here for the moment. Cello was sure within minutes more people including her brother would walk through that door towards their fate, and then her father would get started on the names and announcements. Her head tilted to the curtain, she wondered how many humans had already made their way here and were on the other half of the room. Closing her eyes she sighed, this was definitely going to be one long day for her.

                                            "This is really going to one hell of a day." she grumbled.






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                                  Nathaniel was in his bedchambers, in a chair that resembled his father's throne, which was made of gold and and intricate designs, with several blue sapphires embedded around the top, tapping his fingers on the arm wrest. He laid back in the blue-leather cushioned seat, slouching, with a scowl on his face. His dark green eyes were narrowed as he looked out his window upon the incoming ships. The ceremony was very soon, and he would be having to ready in a moment. He could imagine one of the maids running in, rambling about how late he would be if he didn't begin getting ready, in that high-pitched voice that all the maid's had. It was if it had been his late mother's preference to have annoying women run around the castle. He was still wearing his undergarments, being the lazy male that he was. The occasion of being introduced to his fiancee wasn't all too exciting for him. He'd rather pretend to be sick. Even though this treaty would bring peace to both Nova and Earth, he found it to be oppressive. His father had not shared any details with him, other than that he would be wed to an earthling. Why on Nova would he ever want to be stuck with one of them for life? They practically destroyed the lives of millions of Novarians. They pried and pried, and when they didn't get their way, forced themselves upon Nova. No invitation. But to those from Earth, the mere fact that Nova existed gave them a sense of entitlement. Just because the humans were different did not give the Novarians any reasons to dissect the humans. If he were king, Nathaniel wouldn't bother with such a silly treaty as marriage. But he wasn't king, and wouldn't be for a long time.

                                  He lazily straightened himself in his chair and got up. As he made his way towards his closet, the large metal doorknobs of his chamber doors turned and a slender woman abruptly entered. "I'm about to get dressed Fae, I'm not going to be late." He rolled his eyes and glanced at the maid, who pursed her lips and nodded, then turned and left, closing the doors. Fae had been hired four years ago, after one of the eldest maids had passed. She was very, very meticulous and never late for anything. It was her job to make sure everyone was on time to their meetings, meals, and whatever else on his and his sister's schedule that was important. Nathaniel wouldn't mind going on a date with her, despite her status as a maid, though it would only be a one time deal. He just wanted to have a little fun. She was only a couple years older than him, and he hadn't met any special girl in the Capitol. This treaty ruined all his opportunities. That was one of the things about the treaty, besides having to marry a human, that bothered him. Because of this treaty, he had no freedom of choice. Nathaniel picked through his closet, organized according to occasion because Fae said it was the best thing to do, and pulled out his suit. His suit was pearl white, with gold trim and design around the chest and shoulders, which were padded to provide prominence. The shoulders came into a point at the edge, similar to Chinese styled dress, with a thin gold ring around the tip. With a grin, he took it off the hanger and laid it on his bed and undressed.

                                  The suit was a gift from his mother for his birthday. Normally, special attire was given as a result of great achievement in politics or sport, but his mother saw that adulthood was a completely different achievement of its own. Some young people never made it to adulthood. Being the mother that she was, like any mother kind and sentimental, she had his suit custom made and delivered to the banquet the night of the special day. Nathanial quickly dressed and then stood in front of a full length mirror so that he could straighten out the sleeves and smooth any wrinkles. His eyes scanned his reflection, making sure that his hair wasn't disheveled or that his suit had any stains. Even if he didn't care for the banquet, he still wanted to appear presentable for both the public and his father. He was the Prince of Nova. "Don't I look good." He mused, slightly humoring himself. He flattened out his collar and ran a hand through his thick, white hair to push it back, though parts of it lifted itself back to lay on his forehead. Shrugging, he turned to the middle drawer of his dresser and began rummaging through the gloves, buttons, and other accessories to accentuate his attire. His eyebrows knit together as he began to frown. "Fae!" He yelled, turning towards his doors. Just as he was about to open them, Fae stepped in, pearly white satin gloves in hand. She stood in front of Nathaniel with both eyebrows raised. "I was ironing them. They were wrinkled like a raisin." With a sigh, Nathaniel rubbed his temples and patted her on the shoulder. "The King would be red-faced if I had bare hands." He took the gloves from the maid and stepped out of the room, quickly putting them on as he made his way down the hall in the direction of the stairwell leading to the ballroom.

                                  As he walked, he grimaced and patted his thighs with his hands to a beat only he could hear. In his mind, he heard the sound of the drums played before battle. The notes were fast, loud, and created an adrenaline rush within him. There was no excitement in Nathaniel, only anger towards humanity. What Novarian, in their right mind, would not feel anger? Those who didn't he would find to be traitors. However, he couldn't dwell on that subject now. He had to focus on remaining calm and collected, which was a very far stretch from what he was now. The staircase felt as if it were taking hours to walk down, as if he kept walking in the spiral direction repeatedly. He wanted to be late, yet on time, for his father's rage was not something he wanted targeted against him. The fire in his eyes and in his hands were not to be trifled with. Nathaniel passed through the door at the bottom of the stairs and was surprised to see an attendant waiting on the other side. The Novarian man looked upon him and nodded, then pointed to a door at the end of the hallway. "We were to be posted around each stairwell and doorway," he said, probably to clear up the confusion on the Prince's face. Nodding, Nathaniel quickly walked down the hall and to the door. Taking in a deep breath, he turned the knob and entered, surprised to see only his sister and another female.

                                  "Sarcelle, how are you holding up?" He walked up to his sister and placed a hand on her shoulder. She was a strong woman, but just as nervous as a teenager, he knew. The look on her face explained her feelings towards this nonsense. Glancing at the other girl, he mouthed a greeting and then turned his attention back to his sister.

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                                        At the HERI MANOR

                                        Say what you will about humans, but their board games were quite scintillating. Dextera Heri, son of the esteemed Sintera and Istre Heri, found himself poring over a checkered board with a few strange black and white figures occupying certain squares. Many more were to be found along the side of the table where they had been placed after being removed from play. Yes, Dextera quite loved this Chess of Earth. His father, a powerful diplomat and one of the few Novarians to visit earth and return unscathed, had brought home a chess set and a book on how to play it after his last visit to the strange planet last year. Dextera took to the game with a passion, blowing past the basics and straight into strategy and theory. Since nobody else knew how to play, Dex recruited his tutor, mentor, and friend Ior (a loyal and well respected retainer of the Heri family) to learn the game as well. Dex won his first game in seven moves. Ior took up the game quickly as well and they'd been obsessed ever since.

                                        "Are you going easy on me today, Ior? That's hardly like you." Dextera's deep purple eyes left the board to look at his childhood caretaker as he slid his white queen to check the black king. Ior laughed his rich, booming laugh and tipped the queen over with his bishop. "Who's going easy on whom? It's hardly prudent to give up one's queen. Besides, I hardly think it in good form to beat a man on the day he meets his bride to be." Dextera's eyes narrowed, ignoring the mention of his betrothal. His queen was taken but with the bishop moved, he could get checkmate with the next two moves. As Dex lifted his hand--wearing a fine white silk glove to contrast with his black coat--to move his rook, the door opened quite suddenly. Sintera, Dextera's father, stood in the doorway. His face was calm, but Dex could tell he was tense. He was always good at reading people.

                                        "I suppose that means we'll have to call this one a draw, my friend," Dex pushed his chair back and stood up, running long, elegant fingers through his indigo hair. Ior stood up as well, bowing to the two Heri men as they left the room. Dextera's expression was same as it ever was. Sharp purple eyes that seemed to examine everything at once were fixed straight ahead as he walked beside his father. The corner of his mouth was turned into a slight smile, almost a smirk. One could only tell by his clothes that today was a very important day. And indeed it was! Dextera wore an extravagant hand-tailored dinner suit with dark violet trim, tie, and pocket square. His long purple tail was wrapped twice around his waist and concealed by a sash of the same color. The back of his hair that fell just a small way past the nape of his neck was tied into a tiny ponytail.

                                        "Don't be nervous, son. It's unbecoming of you," his father said gruffly as they reached the foyer and a butler opened the door for them. Dextera laughed and clapped his father on the back. True, the waters of his mind were not exactly placid but far be it from him to show it. Clearly his father was projecting. "I hardly think I'm the one to worry about here. Just keep Mother from crying and making a scene and we'll be golden." he replied as they both climbed into the back seat of a glossy black car. As the car lifted off the ground and into the sky, Sintera gingerly put a hand on his son's knee. "I'm...proud of you. Um..." The diplomat seemed to be reaching for something more to say. Something like "It certainly is selfless of you to donate your entire future to the sake of our planet and people," perhaps. As eloquent as he was, the man was hardly one to deal with emotions, or fatherly issues for that matter. Dextera knew he cared, but his father's position demanded that he travel almost constantly. Ior had raised Dextera with great care and wisdom and equipped him with all the knowledge and tools he needed to take on any situation...

                                        ...Except a heart-to-heart conversation with his father.

                                        Dextera laughed again and lightly punched his father's arm. "I get it. Thanks." They reached the capitol in only a few minutes, gliding unhindered through empty airways toward the Great Hall where Dex would meet his new partner. He honestly didn't know what to hope for. Dex had always immersed himself in his pursuits and rarely took the time to pursue a relationship, much less marriage. He hardly even knew what he wanted in this future wife he was about to be assigned. It was a rare occurrence to be sure, but Dex had to admit if only to himself: He was completely stumped.

                                        At the CAPITOL


                                        Dextera was quickly ushered away from his father upon arrival, a maid taking him by the arm and leading him to a side corridor which lead to the side of the stage where he would be presented. He wasn't the first one there, either. Evonie Solus paced back and forth, looking rather distraught. It was a first; Dex had only ever really seen her either stone cold serious or angry, usually at him. A smirk crossed his face as he strolled over to her, leaning against a nearby pillar. "So what's the plan of attack, Evie? Poison the poor man's drink? Frame him for espionage?" He spoke, of course, of Eve's own betrothed human. "Or will you just beat him to death with a rock during the first dance? If that's the case, warn me first. Red blood just wouldn't match my accoutrement."

                                        It was a twisted pleasure of Dextera's, getting her feathers ruffled. As the daughter of a commander and the son of a diplomat, they saw each other a lot when they were younger thanks to their respective fathers' occupations. They would bicker constantly like bitter siblings and it only grew more as they grew older. Back then, people would joke about how one day they would marry each other when they got older. Oh how woefully wrong they were.


                                        I never thought it would be this clear

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            Today he felt nothing, and the words on the pages meant nothing. No matter how many times he looked over the yellowed, wrinkled, stained pages the words seemed to flee his sight, scramble and bend, unable to hold still as if he was trying to make out faces on a staticy television. His hair was a short glossy black that seemed to wrap around his face, and his broad black glasses were sliding down the bridge of his nose, revealing his dull gray eyes, dappled with flecks of black and white. Just hardly sticking out from the back of his pants was a small protrusion in his skin. A tail. It was only a small stump, covered white short white fur peppered in black. Lying on his stomach in his bed, it wagged relentlessly, making subtle fluttering sounds like the flap of a moth's wings. The novarian sighed, clapping his book shut, a cloud of dust rising in his face, not even bothering te wedge a bookmark between the pages. He let out a lukewarm sigh, rolling on his back, feeling his bangs glue to his frehead with the sweat they had collected. His teeth gritted, his throat hot as if in moments he'd be breathing fire. His skin was even more flushed of color than usual. He felt like a snowman slowly melting away on his bed. Today, he'd lose everything.

            "CADE! CADE COME QUICK!"

            Cherry. It was definitely Cherry's voice, so shrill and squealish like a trilling flute. Cade jumped in his bed, his glasses wobbling off his noses and off his bed, skidding onto the floor. He muttered curses to himself, scrambling off his bed, pillows falling off behind him. His foot was caught in his bedsheets, and immediately he found himself flat against the floor, the paper-back books from earth that littered his floor providing a very poor cushion. Cade moaned, looking up. He had always had such horrid eyesight, the world looking like a child's fingerpainting without the help of his glasses. He struggled to find his glasses, hands searching the floor frantically, only sensing the familiar smooth feel of the plastic covering of his books that he had shipped from countries on earth for cheap prices. At last his hand came around the shape of his glasses.

            "CADE! CADE!!"

            Her voice was panicked this time, no longer a flute but a squaking clarinet. Cade put on his glasses, hurrying out of his room, slipping and sliding on books and clothes he had lazily thrown about his room. Catching himself on his doorknob, he finally- wait no, the door swung back as soon as he put his weight on it, and Cade was thrown on his back. It was as if his own room had something against him. At this point his anger was so heated he could fry an egg. The male novarian spat, teeth clenched so hard they were on the edge of shattering. He stood up, brushing off himself for the last time, and kicked a stack of books out of his way, the books' pages fanning out like white waterlilies. Cade slammed the door behind him, hustling to his precious sister Cherry's room, flingin the door open. He looked a mess after the battle with his own room, hair inkempt, chair half untucked, glasses lopsided on his nose. Cherry sat infront of her pearly white vanity, her honey brown hair curled and adorned with amber flowers. She wore a ruffled, floral dress of a lovely pattern that brought memories of meadows and prairie abundant in wildblowers. Her cheeks were red and irritated as though she had been crying for quite some time, and her eyelashes budded with silver tears. She turned to her big brother, scampering over, her curls bouncing. "Brother..." she turned her back to him. Being exclusively designed for Novarians, there was not one, but two zippers on the back. One near the top for simply zipping up the dress. The other, closer to her lower back. There was a distict bulge where the lower zipper was. It wriggled and bobbed energetically. "Unzip it for me please... It's unbearably uncomfortable..."

            Her dress.

            She was shrieking over her dress.

            Cade wiped his brow. He could not believe what he was hearing. Cherry was almost eleven, old enough to know not to scream bloody murder over her dress. His sister always acted half her age, and the frilly dressed didn't help either. "Cherise..." he groaned taking a knee behind her. "You had me thinking... Forget it..." Cade fingered the golden zipper tab on the back of her floral dress pulling it downwards, the fabric parting like lips. Instantly a bushy bunny tail burst through the opening, a fluffy golden on that bounced rather than wagged. Cherry spun around, her dress flowing around her. "Oh big brother this'll be so much fun! We'll dance and feast and-" Cherry paused, her eyes dulling as she stared at her brother. Her was looking at the ground, bangs shadowing his bloodshot eyes, eyebrows lowered, lip quivering. Her stood up slowly, balancing himself with her dresser, his shoulders rising and falling as he inhaled and exhaled blankly. Without a word, her turned on his heel, toddling down the hall with short footsteps. Even his tail ceased to wag Cherry's head lowered. She smoothed her dress, hands clasped together. "I hope she's pretty..." she whispered.


            He nodded half-heartedly.


            * * *

            Cade has always looked up to his father, and seemed to respect him more and more as the years passed. He had earned a few wrinkles around his mouth, and his dark sleek hair was tinging silver at the tips, but he still thought he was handsome. He would always have a new novel for him to read after he finished the last. He was always composed, even when his mom was shrieking or blubbering about work and the children and how nobody could figure out Cade's element, ending the dispute with a warm, laid-back smile and a hug.

            Today was different.

            Cade had ventured to his parents room, his mother positioning him in front of a mirror, throwing bundles of clothes into his arms. Try this on. This is the one. she'd say, and once he finally changed, she'd click her tongue in disapproval, and hand him another outfit. It was rather foolish that the family of the great embassy was still trying to figure out what outfit his son would be wearing the day of the banquet. Cade glanced with concern at his father from behind the paper room divider, undoing his necktie. He was sitting slumped on the edge of his bed, his sad dark gray eyes pointed toward the contents of the glass in his hand. He swore he didn't blink once, only to push his glasses up his nose. Even from across the room, Cade could smell the strong odor of alchohol that his father was reeking of.

            He was drinking.

            He didn't blame him.

            Cade ran his finger down the ink design of a willow on the room divider, tracing its leaves. He thought of his father again. Surely his father was so distressing because of him. Because of the marriage. He had always wanted to see his son find the love of his life on his own, and see deep feelings that he hardly shared with his father spring from him like a fountain. Never did he think his son would have to learn to love his fiance. You can't teach someone to love. Mom certainly had. She had never really wanted to marry his father, who had fallen for her at first sight when they were young adults at a royal banquet with their parents. Her family had spent so much time coaxing her into it, knowing how honorable and great of a man he would become. And in the end, she ended Cade sauntered out from behind the dressing room. His mother's honeysuckle eyes seemed to illuminate like fireflies when she saw him in the outfit. "Oh~ This is it! This is the one Cadey! You look like a gentleman! A true gent-"

            "Cecelia, He's not going anywhere in that."

            His mother turned around, her earings swinging with her. It was the first time her husband had spoken up all day. He stood up, grabbing his wooden carved cane off the bed, hobbling over to Cade. He seemed so strong to his son, a lame horse that still tried to pull the wagon. He gently grabbed Cade by the chin, propping his head up. There matching eyes interlocked, and gears of their father-son relationship turned swiftly. "I know just what he needs..."he shifted his weight on his cane. "Would you like to wear the outfit my mother had picked out for me when I met your mother at a royal banquet?" "But Hans, isn't it a little-" "I want to wear it." His mother's head turned in shock. "Cade-" "I'm twenty-one years old mother. I'm about to get married to someone I don't know for reason I know even less about." His eyes grew hard and cruel, a pair of silver bullets. "Let me choose something before I can no longer choose for myself."

            His mother's head lowered. She fingered an earring. Cade, even Cherry at some points had always favored their father Hans over her. She didn't understand why or what she was doing wrong that made them so distant from her. Silently, she nodded, and Hans, wrapping a bony arm around his son, guided him to his closet. It was shrouded by a large apricot curtain with dried flowers and petals glued to it and arranged in such a way that the created one great flower, a rose, with a long stem and sharp leaves. Behind it was what appear to be a grand corridor with an arched cieling and racks of nothing but clothes running along either side. Suspiciously, he closed the curtain behind them. "Son..." Cade looked up at him. Cade was rather tall himself, being almost six feet. Somehow, his father managed to be just a tad bit taller than him. They walked down the mosaic-tiled floors of the closet room "...it hurts me knowing you have to go through this... I want you to be as free as a eagle for as long as you can, until you find that perfect one for you... but my wishes can't beat the orders of two worlds..." His father shook his head, Cade could see a tear glimmering in the corner of his eye. "Being you father... I just wish... there was something I could do..."

            At that moment, Cade embraced him, putting his chin on his shoulder, feeling his warm, surprised breath run down his back. Never did he show such feelings to his dad. "Let's find that outfit... alright?" he whispered, eyeing a silver hair that lay stray on his father's shoulder. "Alright..."

            * * *

            There were so many voices that bounced off the walls of the corridor which led to the stage in the Capital. Cade's father had quite a good sense of fashion for both his time and the present time. Cade was in a white formal dress shirt, with brass cuff links and his collar down and fated against this collar bone on his right hand he wore a red ring, his father's, with his father's full name engraved in it. Tied tightly around his neck was a black squared-ended necktie, and over that was a button-up dark red vest with black buttons, intricately embroidered with black thread. On the back were designs of thorny roses that seemed to climb up his back. His hair was combed well, his glasses shined.

            Cade could hear Cherry's loud, energetic voice in the audience, along with her friends, like a bunch of chattering chipmunks. There was the occasional hiss of her mother shushing his sister, and he could picture her face, colored with embarrassment of her chatty daughter. His father stood by his side, in his gorgeous uniform he wore as the Novarian Embassy Head, having been passed down generation by generation. He gave a wry smile, rubbing Cade's head, pinching a lock of his smooth black hair. "This is as far as I can go... you're on your own." Cade pulled his collar, his forehead hot and mind uneasy. ”No use tucking in your tail now, eh?" Hans murmured with a small smirk. Cade had already left, his stump tail wagging nervously behind him. He entered the room with the great scarlet where the others were, not even bothering to start a conversation.



            Cherry
            Cherry’s dress


            If we could put into words every second someone lives on , We feel ourselves live on like scattering words about If we could put into words every second someone lives on, We feel ourselves live on like scattering words about. Here.

and a rock feels no pain and an island never cries
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                                                                Effy looked out her the car window, trying to avoid her dad’s annoying assistant, Amanda. She was going over things that really didn’t matter to her. “ When you get there, you be nice, I know some of them don’t even like humans,” She informed. She got the memo on that when they went to war. “ So I basically let them insult me?” She retorted back. Amanda had a moment of silence and then nod. She scoffed and adjust to look out the window. She heard a game going on beside her, she look next to her and it was her sister playing her Nintendo. She forgot her sister was even with her, Hannah was always quiet. “ Hannah,” Effy called out to her, she paused her game and looked up at her, “ Are you going to miss me?” Her sister blue eyes glued to her and shrugged her shoulders. She sighed and looked back out the window.

                                                                They came to a sudden stop at a gate, the man at the gate just wave them through. They drove through a little bit farther passing by planes and space ships. They came to a open field and a woman stands there with a couple other people. Amanda stopped the car and admittedly people started coming towards the car. She opened the door and got out. She came towards her and Amanda, she looked young , have red hair and green eyes, “ Hi, my name is Lolina Manchester, you can just call me Lola.” Her Irish accent threw her off completely. “ I’m mostly like your…prepare person, to make sure everything is in place.” They both nod and Amanda took over asking her questions. Meanwhile, Effy went back to her car to find her little sister was still playing her game. “ Hannah, I’m gonna miss you.” She said giving her sister a kiss on her cheek. Hannah looked up and gave her a small smile, “ Come back.” She said and focus back on her game.

                                                                After she said her farewells, she was going to a trailer to get fitted for a suit. The suit were midnight blue and black. She stripped from her dress and put on the skin typed jumper. She moved around in the uncomfortable suit. After the fitting they was out of the trailer and into the outside. They silently walked to the ship, people were in and out in the ship. When they walked in the ship looked like an normal plane, seats, tv, and flight attendants. She sat down and Lola strapped in beside her. She looked at the seat belts and suddenly a hand buckle her up. She turned her head and gave her a smile.

                                                                Then she just thought, she was going into space.


                                                                TIMMEE SKIIIPPP

                                                                After an amazing ride through space, they made it to Nova in the morning. She literary woke up to landing. She went to the ship bathroom to take off the suit and put on her outfit. They french braid her short with ribbons and let a swoop bang in the front. Her outfit is an blue and white dress, penny coat was full with ruffles, and brown boots. They gave her white gloves to put on, " This is a little too much for a walk in, yeah?" The lady, Lola laughed and pulled her corset and tying it into a bow and walked off. Effy raised an eyebrow and followed behind her. They both was stopped by the close door. Lola yelled to open the door, and immediately the doors open. Effy was kinda excited to what see Nova looked like, she didn't really see anything because she was rushed to get dress. Her eyes widen at the city, it was a stunning place to be right now. She stepped off the ship onto the ground. Lola gave her an smile, " Welcome to Nova!"



                                                                They finally made it to the castle, and it was huge! She gasped and sighed, “ Do they have maps?” Effy asked as she walk towards the castle. As they walked in people were passing by, she tilt her head as she saw one man had a tail of a cat. She raised an eyebrow and looked at Lola, “ Nobody mention to me that they have tails,” Lola chuckled and kept walking, “ So there’s a chance that my husband will have a tail?” Lola nod with looking at her. Effy looked at the Nova sky, “ Oh my days.” They gave a short tour around half of the castle and rushed her to get her dress and hair done. They start washing, drying, rolling, clipping, she couldn’t even tail anymore. After while it was time to put on her dress. Lola unzipped her dress from the bag it was in and pulled it out. It was simple and she liked simple. The base were light pink and long sleeve with big ruffles on the cuffs. The corset skirt like was a dark salmon color and it’s bottom penny coat is a maroon and ruffles. She slipped into the dress quickly, as Lola tighten the corset part.

                                                                They quickly walked to the ballroom. All the stuff that they teached on Earth went out the window. She’s beyond just nervous now she’s scared. Lola stopped at the ballroom doors and looked at her, “ Are ok, yeah?”

                                                                “ No, I think this corset is not helping my panic attack ,“ She said calmly rubbing her hands.

                                                                “Lola, I’m sweating .”

                                                                “ Don’t worry about it, you look stunning.” Lola said as open the door for her. Lola gave her an nod and push her in. “I’ll be there soon.” She called out. Effy stumbled and walked around the ballroom. She walked around the ball room just looking around. People were chatting away, she looked around and she noticed…that she don’t know nobody. She sighs, trying to calm herself down.

                                                                “ Just enjoy yourself.” She said to herself.


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                                                  "Ma ...Ma ...Ma ...MAAAAAA!" The sudden shriek finally stopped her maniac of a mother from going on about how much of a bad idea this was. Truth be told? It hardly was a thought that even she fancied. Regardless, Cleo had no reason to oppose the idea. After all, she was the one who mentioned it to her father. At first the thought of giving her away to an alien race was not a opportunity at all to him. Even shunning the mere mention of it. However, dear Cleo had her ways around the stubborn man. Finally giving into her request because of the fame he'd receive for Japan against America, whom was sending one of their own into the galactic unknowns. In the midst of her short recalled memories, Cleo could still make out her mother's bickering. "Mum, I told you that I'll be okay. No worries, eh?" Cleo chimed while mindlessly reading a book. "Darling, for one thing, how are you even reading that book? It's upside down!" Raising both eyebrows in unison, "Oh? It all reads the same to me. Plus, the pictures look better this way." A subtle sigh trailed from her mother while Cleo closed it. "I wonder a great deal about you sometimes, child." Cleo nodded in agreement with her while the bottoms of her toes touched the cold hardwood below. Pushing forward, she stood and walked towards the doors that led outside. "I wonder a great deal about me too, mum! However, I'm capable of handling almost any situation was grace and poise." Cleo had stated ...right before turning and running smack into the wall. "CLEO!" Welp, I suppose I could work on that.

                                                  Sitting on the marble counter top with a newly added purple band aid applied by her mother to her forehead, Cleo sipped on a box apple juice and contemplated her current situation a little more thoroughly. Tomorrow would be her last day on earth before the journey had begun. Cleo's eyes lit up at just the thought of getting to not only go to another country, but a whole new world! LITERALLY! So what if there was a war and she had to marry an manalien she had never met? SHE GOT TO GO TO A NEW PLANET! It was the best thing that could ever happen and it was happening to her! Plus! ALIENS WERE SO SUPER COOL! Cleo finally took in a breath of air, she'd been so excited that she simply forgot to breathe. "Cleo, you really need to make sure and not hurt yourself so much." The masculine voice sent a chill up her spine. It was her father, her father the ever disapproving man of this whole charade. Tilting her head in his direction, he shifted slightly and made his way over. "Really, I cannot have my only child dying in some ridiculous way. Now you'll have a nasty wound before leaving tomorrow." Coming to a halt right next to her, Cleo plopped down on the floor and smiled. "You know me, father. I'm just one for pain. Grrrr!" She flexed her muscles teasingly before wrapping them around his waist. "You aren't mad at me, are you? You'll forgive me for leaving ...right?" It was pathetic how she pleaded. Really, it was. It wasn't like her to be so depressing. It was the fact that she did not want to leave him on a bad note that made her so melancholy.

                                                  The rush of water in her light lavender hues was unpreventable at this point. "You know I'm not mad, Cleo. In fact, I am impressed. Dumbfounded, her head instantly quirked up. "Bwu - Bwu - But why?" His next move was ruffling her hair. "You know, for a twenty year old woman you sure can act like a kid." Cleo pouted at this. It didn't matter how old you were. You could be however you wanted to be, at least in her mind. Regardless, it was the truth. Maybe she should shape up a little. Her father, whose attention was caught by the ominous cloud lingering over his daughter, smile in response. "It'll be okay Leo, remember. Be yourself." That was what she intended on doing ...hopefully that future alien hubby of hers would like it. The next morning after everything was loaded onto the ship and it was her turn to step aboard, the waterworks coming from her mom were something serious. "Mum, you're going to flood the earth with all that." They exchanged their final words and tender kisses before her father bent down for a kiss. Cleo eagerly left a peck on his withering cheek. "You know where we will be, kitten. Try not to get yourself hurt or we will be visiting you." Cleo flashed a smile his way and started to back up. "Next time you'll see me, I might be married hah!"

                                                  Glancing out the window, the two beings who brought life into her were holding each other. Her mother cried. That was nothing new. Though she'd miss that the most. Her father stood tall and ...and proud. Proud of Cleo? Maybe. Cleo was a strong girl, after all. So why when her hand touched her face— it was wet?

                                                  TIMESKIP.

                                                  Today was the day. Wait, it was the day right? No matter, clearly Cleo was excited about something. It had only been one day since arriving to the planet Nova. Oh and what a blast she had! Well, not exactly. Cleo was kept under a strict guard which was something that she was used too but not to this extent. Being stuffed inside a room for so long did things to her. It did very bad things. Soon, the kind and smart novarian people realized this. It was only a small adventure. Much of the planet was the same as Earth. The buildings were a little more weathered but the technology was outstanding. It really was a glorious experience. When it was time to meet her dear future spouse, hopefully he'd show her more of the sights. Then again, who was to say this man was going to be anything nice? Cleo was certain that he'd be a tough brute of an alien. Even having a dream about it the night before and she always believed her dreams. Nevertheless ...it was silly to ponder about the future. The evening was pressing forward. The jet - lag from the long ride finally eased up a bit on the senses. Cleo, unfortunately, would be extra uncoordinated tonight still.

                                                  Like a wave in the ocean, the maids rushed in exactly two hours prior until the time for Cleo's introduction. They stripped her down and shoved her frail body into the bathing unit. The soothing water caressed her curves perfectly before the moment was interrupted by clutching hands that heaved her unwilling body out. "I was hardly finished!" They apologized for the inconvenience and Cleo just smirked. Drying off in privacy, Cleo took a breath. It had only been two minutes after slipping on her undergarments that the maids came in once more with the dress. A little nontraditional it was but it matched her personality ...and talk about caressing curves. That dress did the job perfectly. It was amazing how sexually attractive you could make a girl just with a few little exterior features. French braiding her coppery tresses to the left side and into a stylish bun making sure to incorporate a ribbon, Cleo nodded with intense appreciation. They lightly powered both cheeks, darkened each eye, and tinted two lips a light pink. Finally, it was finished! Hopping up in glee, Cleo pecked each of their cheeks. This stunned most of them which did not bother her in the least bit. After all, she was who she was and she really did enjoy what they did! Slipping on her heels finally the escort arrived promptly. "Miss Auu?" It was time to meet the man of her dreams.

                                                  Or at least what she saw in them.

                                                  Click click click click, the pumps were rather loud stepping down the hallway. The escort had parted ways with her long ago. Now it was just the girl and the unique cool hallway stuff! "I really want to touch ...all of this ...stuff." It was almost impossible for a girl of her curiosity to contain it. The resistance was almost futile until a voice carried her forward once more. It was the king, talking about himself and country no less. It was to be expected of a man with great power. Back behind the curtains happened to be a lone human man. Someone Cleo had seen in photographs but never personally met. "Captain Androvsky?" Her tone was hushed and soft as she approached the male. The photos did him little justice. He was a deviously handsome and the mysterious factor was a positive trait. Tilting up so that her light eyes met his, Cleo held out a hand. "I'm Cleo Auu! So, are you really Russian? Because ...that is amazing! Oh wait, obviously you are. Um well, aren't I awkward? So anyway! I'm Cleo!" So, the woman stood there with a goofy grin upon her expression. Awaiting his words of either annoyance or praise. They were in the same boat, thank god he was a captain.

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                                  Nikolai had set himself up for the battle. He was ready and willing, his mind set, focus driven, half-listening to the King's speech. The soldier was standing at attention, when a small, female voice took him almost by surprise. Only almost because he heard her the loud click of the girl's heels on the ground before she reached him. Not loud enough to be audible to the audience, or on stage. but perfectly noticeable here. "Captain Androvsky?" He had, for the most part, ignored the arrival of the other humans here, which perhaps wasn't the best idea, for a number of reasons; one being the chance for them to be threats. Thinking on this, he gave the room a quick glance, knowing he would be the only one capable of warding off any incoming attacks, since he was quite sure he was the strongest fighter here, but not necessarily the only one armed. Diplomats, he knew, carried weapons as well. After the slight reassurance of everyone's safety, he looked down at the speaker. What a very... eclectic... woman. She was over-age, if just barely, wearing a unique, but rather short, dress, hair twisted and braided back.

                                  "Da," he replied shortly. Although this woman recognized him he had no idea whom she was, or even what position she filled, being here. Something with rank, surely. A Diplomat's daughter was his best guess. With her general appearance, he wouldn't expect much higher. She wasn't formal enough for a president's daughter, or royalty. Nik took the offered hand, twisting it so hers was placed delicately in his much larger one, and bowed slightly, raising the hand to his lips, giving it the merest brush. He was always polite; especially to ladies. A lot could be gained for formality and flattery he knew, as disgusted as he was by the idea of underhanded tactics like groveling. This, however was a little different. He wanted to make as many friends as possible whom he might have something in common with, on an alien planet, with a race who surely despised him, with every reason to do so.

                                  The woman's worlds tumbled out all at once as he released her hand. "I'm Cleo Auu! So, are you really Russian? Because ...that is amazing! Oh wait, obviously you are. Um well, aren't I awkward? So anyway! I'm Cleo!" Nikolai had to give a small smile at her exuberance. At least someone here seemed to be acting like it wasn't a march into battle. He certainly was. "Da," he said again. "I am Russian, why wouldt I not be? he chuckled a little. Pleasure to meet you, Miss Auu." He let his accent slip through a little, the girl's demeanor affecting him, just a little, and he was glad of it, although he did wonder at the human's amazement of his nationality.




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                                              Evonie chewed on her lip nervously, trying her best not to let her mind get ahead of itself. Off to her right, she could hear the king prattling on. "The loss of my wife, the powerful and honorable queen Fleur, has brought distress and unrest to our planet. Without her guidance, there was no chance for us to continue fighting a war with no end in sight. As her final wish, we reasoned a peace with the humans, which is why we are gathered here tonight." he said, a heavy Novarian accent causing his words to be a bit hard to understand, she could only assume. Novarians hadn't done too much diplomatically with the humans until they began negotiating peace. She once overheard her father cursing the humans for requesting a translator at one point. He couldn't stand the humans being so disrespectful of their culture, not even trying to understand what the Novarians had to say without demanding it be translated for them. It was sickening that they were so lazy, he'd raved.

                                              With a heavy sigh, Eve turned away from the curtain and resumed pacing. She smiled wearily as the princess of Nova entered. At any other point in her life, she would have bowed. Evonie was a respectful girl. She knew royalty deserved proper recognition, but in this time of silent mourning, she saw herself as the princess' equal in nearly every way. They were both young and innocent, with their whole lives ahead of them, and yet they were destined to marry complete strangers for the good of the planet. The thought of her being put through the same thing - along with the prince, and whoever else they had chosen to be a part of the heinous plan - made her sick. She grimaced at the thought. When her eyes met the princess', she bowed her head respectfully and lowered her gaze. There wasn't much else she could do or say to comfort the woman. They were stuck here now. There was no going back at this point.

                                              While the man rambled on, the prince straggled in behind his sister. She gave the same respectful smile and nod, but she knew it didn't reach her eyes. She was tired, emotionally from the stress of the day and physically from all her nervous pacing, and she still had a few hours remaining for the dancing that followed their upcoming dinner. She could have groaned, but she was sure to keep her composure as the royalty passed and clustered close together, soft murmurings slipping between them. She heard two separate sets of footsteps behind her as well, but she made no effort to see who they were. It wasn't until she felt someone's presence rather close behind her that she even thought about turning around, but her pleasure of knowing before anyone could startle her was taken away by the one and only Dextra.

                                              "So what's the plan of attack, Evie? Poison the poor man's drink? Frame him for espionage?"

                                              His voice was so irritatingly and pleasurably familiar. A rush of green spread across her face in surprise. She turned around and gave him a knowing look, silently scolding him. "Dextra. You do realize it's rude to startle a woman moments before she's handed off to her fiance, don't you? she said with a soft tsk of disappointment. A slow smile slid across her lips, revealing just a bit of relief from the anxiety that had been suffocating the normally fiery young earth manipulator. She knew the young man well. A friend of the family who she saw at every dreadful function. You could say she'd been betrothed to him in her father's mind as well, seeing as he was one of the many constantly teasing her about eventually marrying him. She gave a sad smile at the thought. In all honesty, marrying Dextra, as irritating as he was, wouldn't be so bad, compared to what she would have to do in the coming months.

                                              She shook away the thought of her youth and composed herself. The question part of his greeting still hung in the air over her head. "Hm... I was thinking of beating him to death but, you're right, the blood would ruin the floors. she shook her head and frowned thoughtfully, considering the possibilities. "Poison would be a bit more effective, too, wouldn't it? I'll just have to asses him and see how large he is. I might need more than one drop. she said with a soft chuckle. Though murder hadn't exactly been on her mind as a way to escape the arrangement, she did have a bit of fun thinking about the ways she might be able to do so with Dex. As much as she could loathe the purple-haired diplomat, having him around did have a few notable benefits.

                                              Eve's lips parted to speak again, but she was caught suddenly off guard by the sight of Cade, the speckle-tailed boy she remembered so fondly from when they were children. She smiled a bit and raised her hand to give him a wave over, but her hand froze in the air with the words that echoed through the ballroom;

                                              "It is with great honor that tonight, we reveal that a peace has been reconciled between the earthlings and the Novarians. After months upon months of negotiating, we can finally call these humans our friends once more. In honor of our friendships, five young men and women from both Earth and Nova will be joined by the sacred bond of marriage. Their growing love for one another will prove as a look into the future of Nova and Earth. Our relationships, just as theirs, will grow and develop into one of love and respect, and will bring forth a future of humans and Novarians alike that will live their lives in peace." The king boomed. She could hear the cheers in the room, knowing all too well that her mother was one of them. She had to bite back tears, knowing that the woman was all for her own daughter being given away like some animal, with no say in the matter. "Without further ado, we will now announce the engaged couples, who will join me before you all, and participate in their first honorable dance together."

                                              Evonie's blush disappeared all at once, her stomach dropping like a stone. She turned to Dextra and gave a weak smile. Though she usually fought with him, she would allow herself one night of being civil. He was in the same boat as she, after all. Gently, she took his hand in her own and clasped it between her palms, attempting a comforting gesture. "I believe," she said quietly, her voice hitched slightly, causing her to hesitate. "That I will be first. So I suppose this is goodbye. Good luck, Dex." she murmured quietly, releasing his hand and stepping backward. A sad smile graced her lips before she turned away and took her place close to where she would be walking out.

                                              "Evonie Solus, our esteemed commander's daughter, will be wed to Nikolai Androvsky," the king boomed as she began walking on stage, her stomach nervously twisting. His name sounded too familiar, and she was reminded of it as soon as the question had formed in her mind. "Earth's prestigious space captain.The union of these two powerful military families will ensure a military alliance between Nova and Earth." the king announced just as she was brought face to face with the man who had murdered her people and who she would, regrettably, be calling her husband.

                                              'No.' she thought helplessly, knowing all too well that this was the end. The worst possibly scenario. It had to be some kind of joke. Someone would jump up and cry that there was a mistake. Her father. He would stop this, wouldn't he? But there was no sound made. Merely applause from the smiling audience. 'No....'

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                                  All of the pleasantness that speaking with Miss Auu drained from him, replaced by a the hot-cold rush of adrenaline, his body telling him his battle was coming. The King's words filtered back to him, going on for a moment about the tensions of the war between the humans and Novarians, and then he announced the names. Nikolai flicked a glance towards the opening where he was to walk through to meet his bride. "Without further ado, we will now announce the engaged couples, who will join me before you all, and participate in their first honorable dance together." Looking back to Miss Auu, he straightened, suddenly more aware of how relaxed he had become in the short time that it took for him to greet the woman.

                                  "It seems that our time together ends for moment. Perhaps we will speak again tonight." He nodded, as much of a sign of respect he could muster, and turned, to hear the rest of the King's words, all thoughts of irrelevant girls fading from his mind. Now it was truly time... he was going to meet his fiancee.

                                  "Evonie Solus, our esteemed commander's daughter, will be wed to Nikolai Androvsky." Of course... Solus. He knew the man well enough. Nikolai hadn't come face to face with him personally, but he had seen his own fleet commander exchange a handful of words with him. Not on pleasant terms, either... as he remembered, and he remembered clearly, it was a threat. He didn't let his mind stray too far from the battle at hand, but as the memory surface, Nikolai went over it for the merest of moments, if not just to see if he could recall any relevant information.

                                  It wasn't the human military's standard of conference call, in which holograms of the people present are projected into the other parties' bridges; creating the illusion of pale blue ghosts of military officials standing or sitting in the room. It was a simple radio call, crackly and rough with static, bringing to light exactly how poor the technologies of the Novarian military were. Solus had opened the contact, and it was near the beginning of the war, before Nikolai had attained his position as Captain. "We of the Novarian Planet, demand that you remove your forces from the surrounding area of our planet, immediately," Solus said. Even with the crackle, his voice sounded imperious and commanding; like a man used to his orders being followed. "Wet have met your attacks with little resistance in this time of mourning for our race; but hear me now. This will continue no longer. You will remove your forces or we will retaliate with the full force of our planet." The demand of course... would not be met.

                                  If Evonie Solus was anything like her father... Nikolai was sure grudges would be held, and that he was up against an stubborn force. One that would not take kindly to the alliance... but she was here, so there was something. "Earth's prestigious space captain.The union of these two powerful military families will ensure a military alliance between Nova and Earth." Yes, of course. Unless he messed things up. Nikolai stood straighter, and stepped through the opening in the curtains onto the stage, his ego stroked just slightly by the use of 'prestigious' in his introduction. Nik's uniform was crisp and his medals shone as he strode out onto the stage, brightly lit, the audience clapping and cheering below him, humans and Novarians alike.

                                  Nikolai looked past the King, standing center stage, slightly back from the audience, to his wife. She was younger than him, certainly, by several years, or she simply looked very young for her age. Her form was elegant, limbs longer than a human's; just enough to unnerve, not long enough to really notice unless you were looking for it. Her hair was excessively long, and green, the same as her eyes. Evonie, as she was called, was obviously not a fighter, or she was a very stupid one, to keep her hair so long. She was dressed in black, as well, and carried herself with poise and strength, and met his eyes with... loathing. Nikolai's jaw set. She seemed to take after her father after all... and he could tell. She was unhappy. He strode purposefully to the middle of the stage, meeting his wife, whom he was well able to look down upon.

                                  "Здравствуйте," Nikolai greeted her, firm on his choice of language. This was a meeting of cultures, and he was insistent on bringing his to light. "It is pleasure to meet you, Evonie Solus." His accent curled around her name, rolling the sounds, smoothing them out. He liked her name, strangely. Nikolai took her hand, taking the one most forward to him, but not giving her the option to even extend it for him to take. He raised it to his lips, kissing her fingers, looking at her over his knuckles, then lowering his hand, but not letting hers go. It was going to be a difficult relationship at best here, and he was not going to risk it by letting this woman go now. "Allow me to take this dance..." He spoke loudly, his voice rising so that everyone in the audience could hear him speak. Now he simply needed for her to agree to the dance.


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                                        "BEST LISTEN UP" "SHH LEMME THINK" The young indigo man blinked, caught a little off guard by Evonie's quickness to agree with his facetious comments on the topic of maiming and/or killing the unsuspecting human. The girl was far from thick, but her straightforward and businesslike demeanor did make it difficult to employ sarcasm toward her at times; especially when she was so on-edge. Foiled again! His attempt to heckle her actually seemed to calm her down a little bit. Dex bit his lip, thumb and middle finger tapping against one another behind a layer of fine white silk gloves as he continued to listen to the king's speech. Quite bombastic, if one were to ask him. Dextera only enjoyed such long monologues when they were delivered by himself. When listening to anyone else, he preferred it to be quick and concise, to convey as much information as possible in the fewest amount of words. Dextera didn't like the term narcissistic...Only because it was derived from a figure in Greek mythology, a branch of Earth culture and history that he found particularly contrived.

                                        Flippant smirk waning, Dextera let out a gentle sigh through his nose. Any other day he would have been more than happy to bother the girl until she boiled with homicidal rage but the way she looked back at him just made him feel guilty. "Things are dire enough, I suppose. She can have this one," his mind acquiesced. Though he'd never admit it out loud, it was a little nice to be near an old...whatever he and Eve were. "Heh, just try and make it look like his fault. No sense in starting another war..." the young erudite replied, the edge gone from his voice.

                                        "Without further ado, we will now announce the engaged couples, who will join me before you all, and participate in their first honorable dance together."

                                        Dextera's eyes flicked back up toward the curtain as if he could look at the king through the fabric. His tail twitched at his left hip, only visible as a small fidgeting bump in his sash as the king prepared to welcome the new couples on stage. He already knew he'd be going second, after Evonie and whoever she was to marry. Eve took his hand and he cocked his head to the side, not for the gesture but her new resolve. Evonie no longer seemed tense. Her hand didn't shake, her face was not flushed, and her eyes seemed quite resolved to her fate. She had all the expressive tones of a woman called to the chopping block. Dextera chuckled and gently tapped the knuckle of his forefinger against her forehead--a gesture he would always do to bother her when they were younger. "Loosen up a little, Evie. We're at a gala, not an execution," he softly chided before giving her hand a little squeeze in return. "Good luck."

                                        He fought the urge to peek past the curtain as she stepped out, taking the place she had just stood in before she left. He knew he'd be next. As the crowd clapped and the king continued to drone on, Dex turned to face the other three Noverians. He'd read their names in a document on this whole arrangement, and of course he recognized the prince and princess. The third, a black-haired man with somber eyes, was a stranger to him. Well no time for introductions now. They'd trade words later, he was sure. "Well, here goes nothing," he chimed, borrowing a popular Earth expression. He wasn't quite sure what it meant literally, but he knew the intent behind it well enough.

                                        "Dextera Heri," Dextera turned toward the curtain as the king said his name, "second eldest son of Noveria's honorable Head Diplomat, will be wed to Cleo Auu, daughter of Jun Auu, an esteemed diplomat of Earth." Auu? Oww? What kind of name was that? Dextera's brow furrowed as he tried to conjure a face to fit a name like Cleo Auu. He'd never read or heard one quite like it. The young man hated to be kept in the dark, even for a moment.

                                        "Just get through tonight, deal with the rest tomorrow."Head held high, looking as aloof as he ever was, Dextera walked out onto the stage as if he were walking to receive a medal. All his uncertainty was kept perfectly in check. "Both diplomats have so valiantly striven for nonviolent negotiations between our people. It is most fitting that their children bond together and continue to carry the torch of peace."

                                        The young indigo man bowed in perfect regal form, offering his hand to the woman he'd soon marry. "Honorable Miss Auu, would you please grant me the honor of this dance?" he announced with a subtle flourish. His Noverian accent was lighter than most, as he had done intensive studying in Earth's most common languages with the most focus on English. In fact, it sounded nearly Oxford with an outlandish twist. Dextera was quite proud of his mastery of the language.


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                                              "Здравствуйте,"

                                              The odd-sounding word stood out to Eve more than she could admit in words of her own language. She had to bite back a snide remark about humans requesting Novarians to speak English in front of the King. She merely forced a smile. "nuqneH, Nikolai Androvsky. she replied in a dry tone, earning a smile from the King, who seemed rather pleased that she still knew the origins of her home planet.

                                              She took a moment to look over the man who was to be her husband. He was tall and lean, older than she was, it seemed. He had dark hair with dark eyes, and a rough exterior. There was something about his voice that made her stomach tighten. The accent his words were tainted with made him hard to understand, particularly when he spoke in his native tongue. She took note of his eyes in particular when they met her own. She loathed him. Hated him with every fiber of her being already, and he had only spoken less than ten words to her. Upon meeting his eyes, she noticed him tense. The corners of her lips twitched upward in a smile. It would be enjoyable, if the night was going to be filled with making him uncomfortable. Her smile quickly melted away when he moved once more.

                                              It was a subtle motion, his hand reaching out. It was so small that she had almost let it go unnoticed, until she realized what he was doing. She flinched, nearly ripping her hand from his grasp when his fingers curled around her own and began raising it to his lips. She clenched her teeth, biting her tongue to keep from shouting or wrenching herself backwards, away from the man. "The pleasure is all mine." she growled quietly through her teeth, attempting to keep her voice down and the disdain from her tone, to no avail. She locked eyes with him once more, a fire churning in her stomach, a mix of unsettlement and disgust as his lips brushed over her delicate fingers. His kisses were soft, well intended. Perhaps had he not been the man who had led the slaughter of her people, she might have even blushed, but the only burning that was crossing her face was one related to her total agony and humiliation for being forced into something so degrading.

                                              When he finally lowered her hand, she looked forward to wrenching her hand away, but she realized with a subtle tug that he had no intention of letting go soon. Instead, he inquired for the dance that they were to be forced into. She realized then, when she opened her mouth, how long she had been biting her tongue. A bitter, greenish liquid had seeped from her tongue, making her grimace. She always hated the taste of blood in her mouth, particularly her own. With a resigned nod, she forced herself to look up at him. She raised her voice just as he had done and forced herself to smile.

                                              "It would be an honor."

                                              The words dripped heavily of sarcasm, but were coated by a sugar-sweet tone of innocence to please the King, who clapped his hands together and ushered them off stage. Evonie's lips pressed in a thin line when she was forced hand in hand with the strange human onto the dance floor. She turned to face him and placed one hand delicately on his shoulder, while her other was still grasped in his tight hold. What a marriage this would be. One of constant fighting and power struggles. She glanced over across the hall and met the green eyes of her father, who gave her an encouraging smile. Even he seemed pleased with his daughter at that moment, though she was sure he was just as upset about her fiancee.

                                              "At least the rest of them seem pleased." she muttered to herself. The Novarians and Humans were drinking and laughing, cheering loudly for the couples as they were introduced by the king and began taking the floor. She looked up at Nik, all of her fake smiles gone once the attention was no longer on them. "Lets get the over with, shall we?" Eve asked dryly.


                                              O.O.C ;; sorry for the wait - the language I used was Klingon, cause I didn't know what else I could do xD
                                              Simple phrases I found.

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                                                "Monsieur Roux, monsieur, please, it's time to get up..." the soft voice of Claudette, a close family friend, murmured in the very back of Braxton's mind. She was a soft-spoken woman, one with a shy smile and large, innocent blue eyes. He always like Claudette, in spite of her being three years his senior and currently engaged. He found her strikingly pretty, and for most of his teenage years had tried his hand at seducing the young french woman and proposed to her numerous times, casually of course. He could remember a time when, at the age of fourteen, sitting with her in the drawing room of the palace, he had casually proposed that they should get married, and then listen a dozen reasons why. She had simply laughed and told him he was too young to think of such trivial matters. "Monsieur Braxton, please, you're going to be late for your own engagement party." she coaxed.

                                                With a soft yawn, Braxton opened one of his eyes, finding the innocent blonde was peering at him from the side of his bed. His lips twitched up in a smile, and he lifted his head, pushing himself up onto his palms so his face was inches from hers. "Have you finally accepted my proposal, Madame Manette?" he asked, chuckling softly when she staggered away from him, blushing innocently. "Braxton! You're to be engaged to the princess of Nova today!" she cried, scowling at him and adjusting her hair. He let out a roar of laughter at her blushing and flashed her a playful grin. "Ah, yes, glorious Nova." he said with another yawn, pushing himself off of his bed and padding across the room. He pulled back the shades of the hotel room window and stared out at Nova's capitol city, the sky bright with afternoon sun that was rapidly sinking in the sky. He had arrived two days ago, and his sleep cycle had been off ever since. A bit of jet lag, he had jokingly called it before going to sleep for most of his first day. As the sun fell in the sky, he stood in awe of the two moons, one large and one small, both brightly colored and more breathtaking than he had ever seen in his life. This was the reason he had come to Nova. Not to help either planet, not to meet his future wife, but to see the amazing beauty of the foreign planet. He smiled warmly, thoughtfully as he watched the green and red orbs slowly rise into the star-studded sky.

                                                "Monsieur," Claudette interrupted, trying to gain his attention again. He let out a heavy sigh and turned around to face her. She smiled warmly at him, gesturing to the suit that hung on the wall. "Your mother said you should wear this... It was your father's wedding attire--" she was cut off by a curt No. from the prince. He shook his head and walked past her, opening the closet and pulling out his royal attire; a pair of black pants and a pressed black top with red cuffs. Gold accents were on the shoulders with a red and gold sash across the torso. The buttons were brass and polished. A pair of white gloves and a black and red cap hung off of the hanger. On the breast hung his uncle's medals of honor, the man he had been closest to. He cleared his throat and gestured to the attire. "This is what I will be wearing. My uncle Walter loaned it to me for this reason. He was a hero.. He was the one I constantly counted on. I'll wear this. he said, taking the medals off and placing them carefully into his suit case. He wouldn't claim to be a war hero, but he would dress properly and look like a royal, as he was supposed to.

                                                "But your mother--" Claudette attempted to cut in.

                                                Just as she started speaking, Braxton began unbuttoning his shirt. He raised a brow as he tossed it to the side, watching her with a cocked brow. "My mother can take up the issue with me, but for now, I'm getting dressed. You're more than welcome to stay, of course." he said with a suggestive smile. He grinned when she turned bright red and hurried out of the room, slamming the door behind her. It took only a few minutes for him to get dressed. His mother soon came in to check on him and gave a soft gasp, bringing her hand to her lips. Her eyes flooded with tears when she took in her son, and she tried to fight off tears as she dragged him into a tight hug. "My little Brax is all grown up." she whispered, cradling him against her chest possessively. He grimaced, squirming against her trying to break free, but she held him tight until finally, finally letting him go, wiping her eyes.

                                                "We have to leave mother. he said, taking a staggering step backwards. She nodded and gave a soft sniff, trying to regain her composure. "I know, I know. I'll meet you in the car. she murmured to herself before walking off.

                                                Time Skip


                                                The palace was rather large. It stood on a large hill surrounded by protective mountain ranges on all sides. Even his lovely castle in England was nothing to sneeze at compared to the large white-washed walls that climbed high into the air and were formed into enormous and graceful towers. He was led by what he could only call Novarian taxi cabs; large flying cars that protected him from any sort of attacks. With his mother by his side, the pair of them were flown toward the enormous castle, which was already surrounded by parked escort cars and idling people. His mother looked anxious. He glanced up at her. "Something the matter?" he wondered as they pulled up and were ushered out of the car. She opened her mouth to speak when they were cut off by a rather angry looking guard.

                                                "There you are!" the woman screeched, outraged by something. From what Braxton could tell, his mother had let him sleep a little longer than she should have. The woman grabbed the English prince by his arm and ripped him from his mother's grip. "They've already introduced three of the five couples, and you're the last one to go on!" she roared at him, pulling him as he staggered up the stairs and through the front doors of the palace. He grimaced as his arm banged against the door, groaning audibly in pain as he was dragged along. "Hey! Careful!" he growled at her as he stumbled down a long hallway and was pulled through door after door.

                                                "My job isn't to be careful, it's to get you to where you need to be by when they need you to be there!" the woman said coldly, scowling as they passed the door leading to the stage. She looked up at him and then back at the stage. The prince was just walking across stage to meet his soon to be wife. "Ghobe'!" she cried, clenching her teeth. "Excuse me--?" Brax hardly managed to choke out before he was being dragged down the hallway once more. The crowd was screaming in the background as he was shoved through a pair of doors. "You're almost up!" she snarled at him. "Don't screw this up!"

                                                He groaned as he stumbled forward and gripped onto the curtain, staring out at the king who was happy to bring the announcements to the end. He barely had time to get a hold of himself when he was forced to straighten up.

                                                "And the final couple for the evening will be wed to join two royal families from Nova and Earth together and produce a heir worthy of ruling on Earth or on Nova. My daughter, Sarcelle Morrison, will be wed to the prince of England, Braxton Roux." the man rumbled. "Their wedding, just as my son's, will be a glorious one that will bring pride to all of Nova in a time of celebration!" he cried, gesturing that the pair come forward.

                                                Brax took a slow and steady step forward, straightening so he looked presentable in his attire. He cleared his throat and walked out, catching sight of his bride. She was small and thin, with long teal hair and deep blue eyes. She wore a dark green dress with burgundy accents and lace. Overall, aside from her elongated limbs and slightly blueish skin, she couldn't be called anything less than fantastically graceful and beautiful. It was obvious she had been raised to be a lady. Her mother must have done well with her, before she passed away. He moved in front of the king and gave a warm smile to the man who stepped backward.

                                                "Princess Sarcelle," he said, bowing graciously. "It is an honor to meet you at last." he said, smiling as he straightened and taking her hand, pressing a gentle kiss to her soft skin. "I would be honored if you would give me the pleasure of having the first dance with you." he said rather charismatically, flashing her his most persuasive smile.

                                                He could only hope that the night would go along without a hitch.

                                                O.O.C. ;; Fixed

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