She had regained consciousness after several hours and had awoken to find her body being handled by women in old-fashioned blue maid's outfits. Soon, she realized what they were doing. They had been measuring her waist and arms and legs. Why, she didn't want to know, as a picture of Deep Blue, eyes glowing wild with lust, flashed past her mind.

Soon after the measuring, other women came in. in their hands they wielded fancy sowing boxes and fabrics.

"Now, hold still madam, this won't take much longer. We just need to design some new dresses for you. Apparently, the dresses we made last time were much too big." stated the head seamstress as she fiddled with the brim of her metal rimmed glasses and began to work.

In about a maximum of three hours, the seamstresses were finished and Ichigo stood tall in the mirror. Clad only in the finest black silk and highest quality red rubies.

"Your highness, come see our work! You were right, black silk really does suit her." the head seamstress had been discussing payment plans with the king before she and the other dozen seamstresses left the castle.

"Oh, my beautiful darling, Ichigo! You truly are ravishing in that dress. The only way you could be even more perfect is if you were wearing a wedding ring. Mine to be exact." he had dashed into the room, not even bothering to stop in the doorway to ask if he could enter. He had just gone and thrown his arms around her, hugging her body to his as if his whole life depended on it.

"Y-you really like it? It's kind of showy, don't you think?" she asked modestly. She'd obviously forgotten that he was her enemy, momentarily at least.

Not long after that however, he started to kiss her neck. As he moved higher, and higher, his grip on her became tighter and tighter. Soon, he was forcing her body backwards towards the bed.

"Stop it, this isn't right. I'm not even supposed to be here right now. Why am I here, why me?" all the questions she' d been meaning to ask, they seemed to just pour out of her right then and there on the spot.

"One: I'm your future husband, I don't have to stop. Two: Because you're my future wife. And three: because, no one else has ever caused such a reaction in me. You're the most adorable, beautiful, graceful, amazing person in the world to me Ichigo!" he responded, his excitement seeming to grow as he spoke.

Soon, she started to fear him again, and, did the only thing she could think of; say no.

"Sorry, but I don't love you. Please understand that and let me go!" she pleaded innocently, hoping that he would do so. Yet, when he didn't reply, she added. "I'm sure that there're many more women, even more beautiful than me, that love you to no end. Why not one of them?"

"…you still don't get it do you? I don't care about other women, they could never beat you! And, I don't think YOU understand Ichigo! Can't YOU see that I love you? At this point, I don't really care if you love me or not! I'm not letting you go!" he loosened and eventually gave up the harsh grip he'd been using to hold her wrists, and walked out of the room.

As he closed the door behind him, she heard a click, and some sobbing, then finally silence.

"Someone please rescue me!" she sobbed as she sat on the red silken bed spread, staring at the far wall of the room.

Little did she know, someone had heard her plea, and was determined to help her.

So, who heard poor Ichigo? Wait and find out.