To pronounce the names, here is a key:

Sophia: So-fee-ah,
Vexiix: Vex-ee-ex,
Kali: Kah-lee,
Rike: Rye-key,
Riko: Ree-koe,
Rolock: Row-lock,
Kokuja: Ko-ku-ja,
Aithne: Aee-th-nee,
Domnica: Dom-nee-ka,
Dalverys: Dahl-ver-is

The precession of the wedding went on and Sophia's gaze scanned the crowd on her left, right in front was Zen, but also at his side was Aithne. Her hopeful heart fell and she relaxed back in her seat but kept a straight posture. Soon, the ceremony was over and Rolock's arms came around Rowan and he dipped her down, kissing her passionately. Cheers rang around the crowd and she clapped, not standing though even though her army of suitors did. She'd rather be back in Dalverys, reading a book and teasing with Zen. Aithne wasn't there but when she was, she'd normally get up and walk away, leaving and going home.

Dalverys was the only other place besides for home that she was allowed to go. And she'd take that advantage for as long as she could. The man whom had offered her his arm earlier cleared his throat, waiting for her and the rest of the suitors looked back at her.

"Miss…? Are you alright?" He asked, he was a tenor like voice, not the baritone that Zen carried. It was nice, but she loved the blaze of the dragon. His fire of his eyes but they weren't for her to feel, not his though, not his passion.

"I am, sorry to worry you, uh…" She struggled, not sure how to address him. He read the confusion on her face and smiled, placing two hands on her waist and steadying her as she stood.

"I am Serotonin Aladorian, Miss Sophia. You probably know why I am here, don't you?" Serotonin kept his eyes on her own blue, blinking slowly as she nodded. "You can call me Sero if you want." A small smirk formed on his lips as his upper half dipped down into a low bow, releasing her waist.

"Just Soph-…" Sophia trailed off, Vexiix's words coming back to her. You must never be to open, to approachable. Always a little dangerous and hidden. "Alright, Sero. It is nice to meet you, and thank you for steading me. It was very kind to not let me tumble to the floor." She'd have to be a bit smart with him, smirking right back at him and turning, gently nudging the men before her ahead and lifting the skirt of her dress up and she walked out into the aisle. She felt Sero close behind her and soon his arm looped around his waist. By that time, Ozzy had looked back, catching the young demon prince's eye and his lips curled up in a snarl. Not one to touch the princesses without asking. She felt his arm drop and laughed.

"I think I made your guard angry, Sophia…" He said quietly before smiling brightly and looking over at her, winking playfully. "So, Sophia. Might I place my arm around you and walk, and once inside, might I have near to all of your dances?" She wasn't sure on how to answer that, her eyebrows coming together as she though before nodding. But if Zen asked her to dance, she'd gladly ditch this pretty prince for the mature man any day.

The two entered the large cathedral like building, the timpanists going at their wonderful beat again, but this time, more instruments were added and vocalists as well. It was beautiful and her eyes landed on Rowan, glittering in the small sunlight that leaked through the fogged glass. Her aunt was beautiful and as was her and Rolock's daughter, Marcine. Envy struck up inside of the princess' throat and her eyes went to Sero, he was staring but not at her aunt of the girl would could be her mother's younger twin. Sero was staring at her.

"What are you looking at, Sero?" The question hung around her, slowly bringing the man out of his trance and a small smile piled itself on his lips. "What is it?" She asked again and he laughed, almost acting like she was stupid. Huffing, she turned away and he quickly turned her back.

"I'm laughing for how you cannot see how beautiful you are, Sophia. You are stunning, you capture the sunlight. More than any siren or half-siren can ever imagine. The essence of beauty lies within you, my dear." He smiled again, leaning close to her face, but moving a bit to the side so his lips would brush her cheek and then her ear. "I intend to make you mine…" He whispered.

Her cheeks flamed up and she straightened herself again, looking over towards where the guards were, the one female whom she'd grown close to narrowing her eyes at the prince. She didn't like him either. That made two. Her eyes flickered towards where her mother and father were standing, distaste on their lips. Great, more on her side. The music turned from the grand entry to more of a waltz and Serotonin bowed to her.

"My lady, may I have this dance?" He held his hand out, still bowing to her. He knew she'd not decline. She gave a curt not, placing her hand on his and he gripped it, tugging her in tight once upright again and placing his hand on her waist. Her other hand came to his shoulder and gracefully, they began to dance in the midst of swirling skirts and bright smiles.

"You are a wonderful dancer, Sophia. It is almost as exquisite as your beauty," He continued to charm her, his incubus side showing. She narrowed her eyes slightly and after about a half hour of dancing, she broke away from him and went to her parents to get a small drink. They commented on her beauty and how she was a wonderful dancer and then they departed, going to dance. Sero came up, ready to drag her back to the dance floor before Aithne intercepted him and Zen popped up in front of her.

"Sophia, may I have this dance?" He asked and she nearly squealed in agreement, nodding instead as she felt her face burn with a blush. It was a very intimate dance and she was glad she wasn't Sero. That sounded terrible but hand in Zen's and his other on her waist, she felt like she was melting. Why did a dragon give her so much spark? She didn't know but her hand rested on his shoulder happily and her hand in his, they spun around the floor, dipping low where his head would fall into the crook of her neck.

Soon, she glanced out of the corner of her eye, watching as the ladies were being lifted up and soon, Zen dropped her hand and grasped her waist, hoisting her up. Quickly, her hands landed on his shoulders and held on, them spinning for a moment before dropping her again and wrapping around her, dipping her back. He followed and his face was close to hers, smirking as the golden eyes glimmered.

"Boo, princess." She laughed at that and smiled brightly, opening her mouth to reply.

"Boo, my lord," Sophia was to keep up with formalities, he was the emperor of another empire entirely. She watched as his happy face fell and they stood up, him helping her before Aithne hurried over and wrapped her arms around his waist. Sophia knew that the woman didn't like her, she could read it on her face as the other's eyes narrowed. Soon, she felt an arm go around her waist, Sero's.

"Hello, princess," The words were whispered in her ear and chills ran down her spine. Serotonin wanted to marry her, but not for what she was in side, but for her status on the outside. She was also very powerful, and very beautiful, at least he said so. Once married to the Shadows, an Incubus could easily become the high king of the entire demonic empires. Her eyes went to Zen's face, he almost understood by watching the way Sero had wrapped himself around her, possessive of the little princess.

"Hello, Sero. This is a good friend of my grandmother's, Emperor Zen Dalverys. He is-" She was cut off by Sero, him butting in.

"He is one of the last draconic lord of his time. And possibly for all eternity. If my studies are correct," A smile crept along his face and Sophia decided it was best for her to stay quiet, the two men beginning to converse with one another, but it was tense like the lightning that crackled between the two women. Aithne was deeply in love with Zen but her gaze kept flickering up towards Sero and a bright blush fell upon her cheeks. Incubi had the power to draw in any woman they wanted and he seemed to make Aithne want him.

But why not her? Why did she find him revolting? A few hoots and hollers sounded and soon the bride and groom were lifted up on their chairs, being hoisted around the room until they were met in the middle, both standing up and Rolock kissed her deeply. Envious, Sophia turned her gaze from the happy pair and looked up at Sero. Maybe she could make herself love him enough to be happy, to forget any feelings she had for the one whom was untouchable. As far away from her as the mountains from the ocean. But… there were mountains in the ocean too… It just took a while to find them.

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~Inamortica