For decades, you might even say centuries, has the Gemini coven been tied to the Bennett coven in one way or another. The blood that run in their veins shall, and must, at some point unite. A son from Bennett will marry a daughter from Gemini, and a daughter of Bennett marry a son of Gemini. The magic that binds them together is magic no one can oppose.
So when the day a son of Gemini was born, a hot summers eve, both families waited for the daughter of Bennett that would fit the boy...
It was a cold night in February when the world, for the first time, heard the screams of the Bennett witch. Her small body was held by her caring mother, the child watching the new world with big, green eyes. Like any child Bonnie Bennett was oblivious about her fate, and happily giggled in her mothers arms. Silence fell and the night covered in stars was already writing the names of the children in the book of Destiny. Writing how the daughter of Bennett, a child of February, and the son of Gemini, a child of June, would be fated to meet and be tied together.
Bonnie Bennett, the witch of the coven Bennett, is sitting outside, enjoying the sun. The sunlight makes her glow and the sight of her would've made anyone gasp. The white dress she wears make her curves very tantalizing, but no one can see her. No one is allowed to see her.
It's not like she has been a bad girl, a naughty girl, the reason why she is locked up was the agreement her family made with Gemini. The covens have a fear, not entirely without reason, that she would run away from the union. In fact, Bonnie thought the thought of running away multiple times over the years, but she wouldn't be able to come very far, which makes an attempt to flee quite silly and would give her more problem than good.
Her husband-to-be is a man she has never talked to, barley seen at all. The glimpses of him gave her information about two things: he is dangerously handsome and he's very tall.
The height difference doesn't bother Bonnie, quite the opposite actually, but the height difference doesn't make her situation better. How, for the love of God, can she marry someone she hasn't even met? What if he's a bad man, an evil man, that makes a bad husband and father?
The sun is now covered by clouds, a sadness lingering in her heart. The beautiful day is coming to an end and making her realize how soon she will have to meet her fiance for the first time. The families decided to have the ceremony at 3 am, when the moon is at its most powerful position, and by 3.30 will Bonnie be married. For three months have nightmares haunted her about her arranged marriage, and if you can have cold feet for an arranged marriage then you could say Bonnie's feet are more like ice cubes than human. But the responsibility she feels for her family forces her to accept her fate – and if her fate is to marry the Gemini then she will.
She must. She will.
The time is 2.57 am and Bonnie has never been more nervous than what she is at this very moment.
The fabric of her traditional dress, a white dress with long sleeves, a decorated bodice and a cleavage that shows more than what she thinks is appropriate, is flattering to her body but it's very uncomfortable and is choking her. She has no flowers or veil; something that would have been useful to cover her frightened face.
The ceremony is held in the forest, the night smelling of fire and wine; wine being poured down two hundred witches throats. The most beautiful moon hangs over their heads, making the both leaders of the covens happy with its appearance.
Her husband-to-be is not visible from were she is standing – behind a tree – and Bonnie sighs of relief.
Her legs feel numb and her hands are sweating, when she notices this she quickly wipes it off on her dress hoping that she won't have to hold someones hand.
A horn disrupts the silence, giving her the sign that she has to move – an action that seems impossible with her numb legs. Slowly walking, with baby-steps so she won't fall and embarrass herself, she walks down the "aisle"; an aisle made of rose petals leading her toward her fiance – as if she wouldn't be able to find him without it. She doesn't dare to look up at the faces in the crowd or on the Gemini she is going to marry, so she gazes down at her shoes instead and crosses her fingers in a pray to whoever that listens that she won't fall, trip on her clumsy feet.
She stops when she is standing in front of the leaders of each coven, the leaders are the ones that will pronounce her a wife of Gemini. Slowly she lifts her gaze and stares at her husband-to-be. Her breathing is uneven and her heart is thumping in her chest in the speed of the wings of a hummingbird.
The man standing in front of her is so handsome that he can only be compared to an angel. His gray eyes are watching her, emotionless. No feelings are shown on his face, empty eyes and a mouth
relaxed; no smile seen or tension exposing if he's nervous.
"Do you, Malachai Parker of the Gemini coven, accept Bonnie Bennett of the Bennett family as your wife, protect her from all evil in sickness and in health?" the man speaking has a powerful voice and Bonnie gets the impression that it seems very hard to say no to that man. The speaker, a Gemini, has gray hair and wrinkles telling her his high age and wisdom.
"I do", Malachai answers; the two words said as if he's discussing the weather – not their future together.
"And do you, Bonnie Bennett of the Bennett family, accept Malachai Parker of the Gemini coven as your husband, protect him from evil in sickness and in health?"
Fear is flowing in her veins and her tongue won't move; just being a useless lump of flesh. Her eyes darts from face to face in the crowd, landing on her mothers. Her mother gives her a small smile; encouraging her to speak.
"I-" she breathe in and out before she speaks again. "I do."
Another coven leader gives Malachai a knife. Panic fills her before she remembers what is happening.
Like almost every spell, the binding between two covens will be with blood from both parties.
Malachai puts the blade in his hand and slices it wide open, letting the blood flow down his palm and arm, and hands the knife over to her. Bonnie takes it in her petite hand and feels the cold metal against her palm. Without hesitation – nothing to lose – she repeats the steps and slams her hand against her husbands.
Bonnie doesn't notice when her husband leans forward and puts his mouth against her hear before he starts to whisper.
"You, little witch, have no idea who you just married." He gives her a wicked grin. "I am a devil in disguise, the big bad wolf and I will surely-" he nibbles on her earlobe. "swallow you whole."
The smirk he grants her chocked face is nothing but devilish, eyes burning with a fire and emotions she can't tell.
Her eyes are wide open in chock and panic, sweat running down her back.
Who the hell did she just marry?