~AUTHOR'S NOTE~

Hi every one! dragonangel1020 here : ) this is my first story and I hope you guys like it. I know the prologue will most likely be boring but please do continue! I would love to see your reviews and so please give your thoughts, advice, or anything else. I would like to know what ya'll think of it. ^_^

Prologue

Soft footsteps hurry down an empty hallway. A young woman around nineteen or so has a worried look upon her face. She stretches her wings to ease some tension that she feels. Normally she is never summoned to her father's council rooms. He would just seek her out himself to talk to her. So for her to be summoned, something was either seriously wrong or extremely important that needed to be discussed in a private area where no one could eavesdrop on the conversation.

Within a few moments she arrives at two ornate doors with her family's insignia on them. Straightening her dress and stretching her wings one more time, she make herself more presentable. She then knocks softly on one of the doors and enters one of her father's council rooms. Inside the main room her father is standing in front of a window with his back to her, his hands lightly clasped behind his back.

Her father is a good head or two taller than she is with enormous crimson wings that rise two feet above his head and four long black horns. With her father is a young man around her age, perhaps a few years older. The young man is just a few inches taller with normal sized wings that were jet black and surprisingly he doesn't have any horns, which is extremely rare for a demon. He stares at her as she walks in with a supernatural grace that makes her look as if she is gliding across the floor to her father's side.

"Ah, Nalaena, my daughter. About time you arrived," her father says, "What took you so long?"

"Father," Nalaena embraces her father warmly, "I walked from the gardens. I didn't know it was THAT urgent or else I would have flown. Anyway, what is a member of the Ushakïr Clan doing here?"

"Always blunt and to the point." Her father laughs and he then grows serious. "You may want to sit down kitten. Because I have a feeling that you will not like what I have to say."

Quickly she grabs a large cushion and sits on the cushion on the floor since it was more comfortable for her wings. She waits anxiously for her father to continue. Having the feeling it had something to do with this Ushakïrian, she composes herself for the worst news. Nalaena waits patiently as her father takes his time, finally he speaks.

"Comfortable?" her father asks.

Nalaena nods her head.

"Good. Now to answer your question. This young man is the newly made leader of his Clan. His father died from daemonta two weeks ago. He has come to ask your hand in marriage. I believe this is a good offer. You two are of the same age and his is of noble lineage. I am in favor of this and have thus far consented. So you are now betrothed, Nalaena."

An indescribable rage fills her whole being, her eyes going from a beautiful purple to a shade of bright crimson. With very little control, gritting her teeth and a seething glare, "Have I no say in this? I am NOT in favor of this! I will not marry someone I do not know and you cannot make me! How DARE you decide such things for me?! If he wants to marry me so badly, he'll have to court me like anyone else and then he'll have to propose to me and maybe, just MAYBE, I'll consider it!"

Her father's eye widen at her outburst, watching her furiously storm from the room. He did not expect such a reaction from her, not from his little girl. The young Ushakïrian's eyes also widen in shock, not expecting such rage from the calm and reserved looking young lady. He glances at the Demon King to observe his reaction and he sees multiple emotions cross the king's face. The Demon King turns to the young man and the young man waits for him to say something first.

For a moment the king is silent and then he sighs, "Well... that did not go as well as I had planned and I know her well. She will not budge on this. Even though I give you my blessing you will have to chase her and get her to fall for you. I am sorry about this Zakain."

Zakain, with sadness in his voice, says, "It is ok your Majesty. I would have courted her if my father hadn't died so suddenly and duty calls. My late father's council pressures me to take a bride and they're being extremely impatient. They won't even let me mourn his passing like I should be able to because of their persistence."

"My condolences Zakain. I'm too familiar with what you are going through. Daemonta strikes fast and mercilessly in the end. Hopefully Nalaena comes around. She's stubborn like her mother and has my temper."