Disclaimer: I don't own any of the characters of Disney's Atlantis: A Lost Empire. The only character I do own is Chae Robin Lee.
Author's note: Ok this idea just came to me while watching the movie. (blush) Soo it's a Kida/OOC pairing and there will be scenes of femslash. Don't like it, do yourself a favor and save yourself time... don't read it. But I hope those who do read it will enjoy.
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It was the eve of my wedding, me, Chae Robin Lee to Commander Lyle Tiberius Rourke. My parents were giving me away to a complete stranger I'd never met and the worst of it was, I had no say in the matter. My parents and his parents had apparently made the arrangement from when we first learned to walk. They'd said they knew he would have things going for him. It was to be two weeks before he went on some sort of expedition. If luck were on my side, he wouldn't return from this little expedition. He would strike it rich and forget all about me and my family. I knew the only reason his family married into my family was because we were rich, and they were flat broke. It was to be the wedding of the year, of course that year was 1914. My wedding dress was already all picked out, the venue sorted, a cruise ship too, the guests already invited and all I had to do was show up and look pretty. Oh, and say 'I do' to some stranger I had no clue about until yesterday. Oh yes, I'd only found out about this wedding yesterday. Silly me to think my parents would tell me things like this beforehand. I sighed in front of the dresser mirror, my rich copper hair all wrapped up in stockings. People would say my striking sky blue eyes went quite well with my speckled, heart shaped face. Some would even tell me I was a beautiful woman and the Commander was a lucky man. So, apparently, everyone else knew about this marriage save for me. I smiled at my reflection and a pixie nosed woman gave a lopsided smile back.
"Lord, give me strength." I pleaded to the marble roof, "Or so help me I'll poison this man in his sleep if he so much as looks at me the way he looks at that blonde. Helga, I think her name is."
No doubt he had a thing for her, the way those two were looking at each other during the evening. My parents threw a huge party in honor of the wedding. Again, something I was only aware of the morning of the event. I grunted and retreated to bed, at least my dreams were my own.
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I was in the middle of all the hustle and bustle of the plans for the day. My hair fell about my face in perfect little ringlets, the wedding dress so white it would have been blinding had there not been silver embroidery on the bodice and lace gloves that reached up to my elbows to match. If I was going to be honest with myself, it didn't look like me at all. I looked too much like a young princess from the fairytales my mother used to read. However I rather felt like a damsel in distress, waiting for a prince to rescue me from all this nonsense. The cherry on top was the diamond, fairy-like circlet they placed on my head. Then I really looked like a fairytale princess. All the servants and so-called bridesmaids marveled in awe at the picture perfect bride. Some of these women I didn't know from a bar of soap, but they were daughters of my parents' friends. In all honesty the dress was too… wide, and they were going overboard with this wedding. Then again it was my parents, what did I expect? We all made our way to the cab and drove off to the docks. I had to admit that my stomach continued doing flip-flops on the way to the docks, and I was as nervous as any other bride would be on her wedding day. It made no sense to me because I didn't even like this man.
The ceremony went according to plan and I had to resist the urge to cringe as the priest announced the groom could kiss me. I had to force myself to kiss this rugged man in front of all the rich wedding guests and they applauded the two of us. I forced a smile and walked to the reception hall on the ship, hand-in-hand with my new husband. I wished I could have leapt from the ship and swam back to shore before I ruined my life. But, the ship was too far out at sea and I would have drowned before I got anywhere near dry land. Ironically, dark clouds loomed up ahead and I'd hoped they would have to cut the reception short. The rest of the night was a series of acting like a newlywed couple, dishing out fake smiles and thanking guests for attending. I kept averting seeing the way that blonde had a devilish look in her eye, almost as if she were jealous. It sent shivers up and down my spine countless times over.
"I need to get some air, I'll be right back." I stated.
"Alright. But be careful, there's a storm waging outside, we wouldn't want the bride falling overboard." The Commander said with a smug look on his face.
I had to resist the urge to turn around and slap the man. Wipe that look clean off his face. Instead I kept calm and managed to dodge guests and made my way to the docks. There really was a downpour and the waves became vicious. I had half a mind to walk back inside but something stopped me, no, someone stopped me. It was that jealous blonde of Lyle's. She looked deadly in her black number, and if you ask me it was a little too tight against her body. Her grin was far more chilling than the rain that soaked me to the bone.
"Well, if it isn't the blushing bride." Helga spoke, a hint of seduction in her words, "I don't believe we've officially met."
"W-what are you doing outside?" I stuttered, like an idiot.
"Oh, getting a breath of fresh air, just like yourself. I thought I may as well get acquainted with the woman, the man I have a thing for, just married."
"Take him then. I wanted no more to be married than he did." I hissed.
Helga chuckled threateningly low and began advancing towards me, I had no choice but to back away until my back hit the steel plate railing. She had her body pressed right up against mine, a little too close for comfort. The odd thing was, the warmth of her body made me blush. Her grin became a smirk and she brushed soaking wet curls out of my face. It made my heart begin to race, and it seemed like she appeared to like it. I had to admit to myself that she was a good-looking woman. She had curves in all the right places, her blonde hair remained perfect even in the storm and her dark blue eyes saw right through my own. As if she were capturing my soul. Her scarlet nails scrapped lightly against my face, but the feeling was not unpleasant. It sent more shivers creeping down my spine, although not in a negative manner.
"See I would, but there's one tiny little problem." She leaned in and whispered in my ear, "I can't have him if you're still alive. It's such a shame that someone of your, beauty, has to go to such a waste." She snickered, "I would have loved to try something so… pure."
Before I could respond, she had her hands around my waist and hoisted me up over the railing. I screamed in fear and grabbed onto a sleeve of her gown but it was not enough to stop me from plunging into the wild depths of the sea. I tried screaming for help, but the godforsaken dress was too heavy and kept pulling me under. The waves were fierce and it seemed like no one could hear me over the storm. The force of the current pulled me further under the water, and the weight of the gown didn't help much either. I was running out of energy and the ship was sailing farther away from my helpless form. So this was my happy ending? Drowning on my wedding day whilst some blonde, jealous strumpet lived happily ever after with my husband? I thought fate must be truly against me as waves, current and gown pulled me deeper into the depths of my death. Eventually I gave up fighting and allowed the waves to pull me under. Darkness took over my weak body, and I knew this was the end for me.