Disclaimer: I do not own Soul Calibur or its characters except D. Disciple, my custom character in SCIV.

Cassandra took one shaky nervous breath after another, in an attempt to calm her self as she stood in the mirrored halls of the temple of Aphrodite, wearing her sisters' wedding gown.

"Sophitia…I can't do this." She whispered.

Her sister stood up from tailoring the dress and gave her an annoyed look.

"You've been saying that for the past hour Cass; you are going to marry him!"

Cassandra recalled the moment when Raphael asked her to be his wife. They were both battered from a battle with Nightmare's soldiers.

"Cassandra, my love," He had said. "If through divine grace we survive…will you marry me?"

She had almost forgotten the fray around her; there was only her and him. Then, they fought on; fueled by the will to live for their spouse.

Cassandra snapped back to reality and asked her sister an important question.

"Sophie, what do you think of him?"

Sopitia let out a snort.

"Do you really want to know? I think Raphael is a horny bastard who would fuck anything even remotely female."

Cassandra screwed up her face in anger.

"Hey! I didn't say anything when you marred that nervous wreck of a husband!"

Sophitia sighed.

"Cassy as long as you love him, the rest of us will deal with it. But if he backs out, so help me Hephaestus I will castrate him with rusty fire tongs!"

"How do I look Sophie?" Cassandra asked, changing the subject.

Sophitia smiled. "Aphrodite would be jealous."

Cassandra thought about this and then squealed.

"I'm getting married!"

What the fuck am I doing?

Raphael was still hung over from his bachelor party the night before. Although the liquor flowed freely, and Siegfried did know where to find the best "dancer" girls, his mind was on his upcoming marriage.

Raphael stood in his vast library, the only place where he could be alone, except for Derek.

Derek "Dark" Disciple was called such for his jet-black skin and ice blue eyes. He was one of the only people Raphael considered a friend and would be the best man.

He straightened the collar on his best suit coat.

"Derek, tell me I'm not making a mistake."

Derek stood there in his navy blue ceremonial gi, emotionless.

"If I say you are will you chaste and bitch at me?"

Raphael smiled as he attached Flambert to his belt. Cassandra Alexandria was defiantly a different breed of woman than he was used to. Born into the upper class of French society, he was familiar with women that were well mannered and socialized. Cass, on the other hand, was a polar opposite. She came from the working class of Greece and was loud, angry and tomboyish.

That was why he wanted her.

After a year of keeping their relationship a secret, (it was no secret to anyone that slept within a mile of the Sorel castle), he had come out and proposed.

What was I thinking?

"Derek, I know something is on your mind, so just say it."

Derek sighed.

"You know I have nothing against Ms. Alexandria, but with her being a Greek, and a commoner also, I wonder if this is good for the Sorel name?

Raphael stiffened.

"There is no more Sorel name."

Derek bowed, and they departed.