AN: Okay, I'm just playing around with some ideas. So yeah, tell me what you think about the storyline and such. . .
--
Chapter One: Lethal Relations.
Dark blue eyes penetrated her reflection in the mirror. Her hair flowed in a soft stream of black ink curls fell onto her creamy pale white shoulders. The face of an angel with eyes of a demon, she was everyone's enemy. Wide, dark and hateful eyes shown back at her, the blue orbs were so dark they almost looked black. Her lips pulled into a glare that never changed. Adorn on her lithe form was a tight midnight blue dress, with a sharp low cut over corset.
A large sapphire pendant laid heavily on her chest, the silver chain rested across the area were her heart would lie, if she had one. Her skin pale white snow, almost translucent.
"At last, a chance to marry the devil off for some other lad to care after her." a smooth voice spoke behind her, as now his too reflection shown in the mirror.
A handsome man, a few, but not to many years older than the girl before him. Blue eyes danced with a hidden flame of mischief, his skin tone was an opposite of his sisters, a golden tan. Radiant curls framed his face as his well defined body posed in front of the mirror. A deadly black shirt hung sloppily on his form, the first few buttons teased off to reveal his toned chest, as the tail dipped down looking like a formal jacket. He was known as a lady charmer, and also for his temper. Associating with him was worse than playing with matches. Chances are you're going to get burned.
His hands were placed on her waist drawing both closer together. The two gothic demons matched perfectly, fire and ice born into brother and sister. It was no wonder their father killed himself only a few years after their mother died of a plague, these two siblings we're hell.
"you're no saint to live with yourself, Jadeite." She mused into his ear as she stepped away from the grand Victorian mirror.
"You're forgetting dear sister," his wicked smile was illuminated by the single candlelight, flashing shadows upon his features, "I'm the Lord of this house. I can do how ever I please. . . Unlike you."
He knew exactly what buttons to press, topics to bring up and things to imply to make the Ice Queen even more deadly.
Her face grew colder, if that was even possible, as her body tensed. She turned her back to him as she continued to prepare for the dinner that lay ahead. Embedding a plain silver tiara in her ink colored curls.
He continued to pursue the topic, "I could marry you off to any ole' gentleman with the biggest offering. You're lucky I'm letting you choose. Father wouldn't"
She turned back to him with a lethal glare, "You're lucky that I'm keeping it a secret that you killed father yourself."
Stepping forward her lips danced as a humorless laugh was produced, "Suicide! What mindless idiot would believe that!"
"Apparently, the world." sharp teeth flashed as his smile widened. "Come Ami. Enough talk. Time to attend to our guests."
She took his hand purring darkly, "As you wish, Lord Jadeite."
--
Two footsteps echoed into the grand hall of the gothic palace. Stone walls surrounded the dinner party as everyone was seated at the iron table. The room was barley laminated by any source of light, besides the valiant chandelier that hung above all their heads.
"Must you have invited King Shields and his queen." Ami hissed, looking at the guest that her brother had chosen.
All were of royal blood and grand money, but the only ones their that were wealthier than the brother and sister were the ones of Shields Manor. They topped the siblings in everything, money, fame, strength, loyalty. The fact that she was in the presence of someone higher than her, even if they were her Queen and King, made her blood boil.
"Lord Shields won't have a wife by the end of this dinner. Opening his hand up for marriage. Besides the fact, that he owns the land we're living on." Her brother informed her, pulling out a chair for the heated girl, that just happened to be on the left side of King Darien Shields.
His wife sitting next time him was the opposite of Ami. Her hair was a golden blonde, pulled up into the signature style for queens. Two royal buns on the side of her head with golden curls flowing from each end. Her elegant form clung to a off the shoulder wedding styled dress with pink detail at the waist and shoulders. A pink crescent moon charm hung from her neck and hung on her well matured chest.
Ami examined the girl, she would never pull her hair up that ridiculous style if she was married off to the king. Although, he wasn't bad looking. His well defined jaw and crystal eyes gave him a brave presence, his ebony messy hair just added to the effect. His body was well shaped, overall he was an attractive ruler who would win the adoration of many noble's daughters.
Not her, she vowed on staying solo and a virgin for her entire life span, no matter what it meant. As long as she had her power and wealth, why would she share it with anyone?
Little did she know, that another mind was already contradicting the plans of that arrangement.
"Ami!" a sharp voice interrupted her of her thoughts.
Her eyes looked up to glare at the person sitting across from her, Rei the wrench. She didn't even want that whore in her house. She didn't give that wanton any permission to date her brother, placing rabid thoughts in his head of selling the black haired girl off.
"It's Mistress Ami to you, peasant." her deadly lips spat out.
Rei's lavender eyes narrowed in a scowl. Her heavy chest heaved up and down. That's one thing Ami agreed that Rei and her brother had in common, their temper was easily sparked.
Her hair was dark, with almost a tint of purple. The dress she was sporting was blood red and black, narrowly dipping down her chest revealing a more than modest amount of cleavage. The outfit opened in an empire style matching Jadeite's.
Suddenly, her eyes sparked with an idea, and instead of snapping at Ami, Rei decided to torture her another way.
"Jadeite" her eyes shinned innocently as she stared at the noble man with adornment, "Are you going to stand for that little baggage addressing me in that manner?"
She placed a gentle hand upon his and looked at him pleadingly, he sighed and then turned to his sister, "Learn to speak politely or retire to your room for the night."
Her face glowed a red as her eyes narrowed, "Can you not be anymore whipped by this worthless hag?" she spat at her brother in disgust.
The royal couple just sat there eating quietly as this fray began to unfold.
"Disobedient wrench." Jadeite growled his eyes sparking a flame as he grabbed hold of her pale arms with little warning, "Behave yourself before our guests." He dismissed her rudely.
He let go of her limb, as she watched as the red mark he left behind slowly began fading away.
"I'm tired of this foolishness at dinner. A toast!" he proclaimed standing up.
Ami looked at the rich crimson wine before herself held in an elaborately created crystal goblet, wondering if her glass was too poisoned. Each meal was like this, not knowing if the next would be her last. Her brother didn't have it easy either, his sister was known for killing her prior courtiers the night before the wedding day.
"To the finest couple in all of the land, Serena and Darien." he flashed, "May both of you have a happy and long marriage."
"Amen." all responded in unison.
All at once, every single glass was brought to the many lips around the table and than placed back down again. Seconds ticked by and everyone was silent. Jadeite, out of the corner of his eyes dashed a look at the queen to see if she was still breathing, disappointed when he found she was. The second he looked away, crystal eyes widened in shock.
"T-T-The wine!" the queen stuttered as she clawed desperately at her throat.
Instantly, Darien tensed and was at her side. The blonde started to get paler and paler by the second as the hands twin joined it in the battle over winning the air back in their owners windpipe.
Jadeite grinned devilishly as his whole plan started to take effect, the poison was mixed into the wine, specially chosen to cause the queen's throat to burn and become swollen blocking out her windpipe and eventually suffocating to death. Lack of air, what a beautiful way to die. Of course no one else saw his smile, ever other single member was panicking about the medical condition their ruler was in. Hands were flying in the air, waving uselessly around. Cries for helped echoed through the palace halls.
Her final minutes were passing as a pleading gasp escaped her tortured lips as her eyelids fluttered closed and the shinning eyes that she possessed will never shimmer again. Faintly she fell back into her chair. The Queen has fallen into an everlasting sleep.
Ami sat quietly in her chair, watching everything happen as if it were a story being told to her, and not living in it herself. Slowly she placed a hand at the hallow of her throat, if her brother wanted to kill her, she would have been dead already.
"Excuse me." she said emotionlessly standing up, "I must return to my room now."
No change in expression was seen as she slowly turned around and left the room, if their was any sympathy in her entire body for her now dead ruler, her face wouldn't dare show it.
"What an unfortunate turn of events have taken place in my castle, let me repay you, Lord Darien, by finding you a new queen." was the last thing she heard her brother say before shutting the large doors behind herself.