I didn't even wait for Marak to show up before I started crying. I collapsed not caring whether my dress would be spoiled by the dirt on the ground. Unable to speak, my attempts to ask what I'd fail were unsuccessful. Instead ugly sobs caused my shoulders to heave. I tried pulling myself back together- undoubtedly my purple eyed awakener wouldn't like me if I cried. My attempts failed.
When I heard his footsteps echoing on the stone floors I couldn't look up. I knew his eyes would be hovering above me although I couldn't see his feet. His deep voice transfixed me as he was talking to the woman. Just his presence gave me hope.
"What test did she fail?" He asked.
"I don't know." The woman replied. She ran her hands through her bejeweled hair. "Marak, you know that the girls we bring home rarely fail any of the tests except occasionally the basic health ones. I don't know what they're all for. I just know what the results are supposed to look like. You see her left arm? The lowest level should have had at least five letters glow- none of hers did."
I didn't know what she meant. I was completely healthy. I tried to express that but failed miserably. Waving my arms caused me to look like I was having a seizure. Obviously they looked at me with concern.
"Well I can't have my wife be inferior. Neither can the kingdom."
"I know Marak. That's why we test the brides before the ceremony. So that you could heal them or release them."
He snorted. "I know that. I just never expected it to happen to me."
"Well we'd prefer it didn't happen this way." The woman's tone was aggravating me. I also wished she weren't standing between me and my husband. The realization that I'd be married to the purple eyes cheered me, and my tears of longing and separation subsided. Instead I could feel my face glowing as I smiled. I looked up and waved.
I was surprised by the look of mild disgust on his face. Immediately though, I was distracted as he was handed a book by a furry faced female. The way the pages moved in his invisible hands was interesting. He riffled through the pages, I watched him. I wondered what he'd look like if he weren't invisible. Not being judgmental, but some of the women in the bathing chamber were really really hideous.
"Here we are," he was saying. "The lowest level is for personality. Apparently she has none."
"I don't think there are any spells that will help with that." The woman said.
"Well the lack of personality isn't going to do much. It's obvious she loves me, just look at her staring." I blushed when I realized he was talking about me. "Let's get the ceremony started."
The woman sounded skeptical. Then as the purple eyes left the room, she turned to me. "Alright honey, let's get you cleaned up for your wedding."
I just beamed at her.
