Bray got back on his hooves as a trickle of blood ran down his gums.
He was furious.
His green eyes now sparkled like the devil's.
"YOU... Now you will come with me!"
He badly tugged at her arm and forced her out of the tailor's shop. Some colleagues tried to follow them, but Bray was peremptory:
"If one of you tries to follow us I will make sure that she is executed on the spot!"
They crossed the large courtyard bordered by the porch, and the unicorn fought with even her magic to free herself from Bray's grip.
She fired rays of blue magic and hit Bray in the eye, on the tail, on the hips. The battle between the two raged.
If Bray tried to knock her down, Rarity would kick him hard; she wanted to have nothing to do with Grogar's gofer, and would rather die than know she was married to such a being.
"Little slag, you didn't understand that you will become my wife whether you want it or not!"
"I'd rather throw myself into that well!"
Bray's eyes darted towards the back of the courtyard: there was an old well now unused, into which Grogar sometimes threw the prisoners of his dungeons.
He absolutely had to prevent his beauty from dying, he had to have her, she belonged to him.
Rarity, on the other hoof, seemed very determined to do it, she had a defiant look, and if she ran faster than him to the well it would've been over.
"What's the point..." thought the unicorn, "... What's the point of continuing this life?"
It wasn't Bray who stopped her leap into the void, but Grogar, who appeared thanks to his magical teleportation powers.
"What's going on here, Bray?" he thundered, and Rarity stopped running just before touching the stones of the well.
"Er... Master Grogar, you see... The girl I want to marry is not... very cooperative and-"
The ram stopped him with a gesture of the hoof; he approached the frightened seamstress, who had meanwhile pressed herself against the ground.
"I apologize on behalf of that primitive Bray. He just doesn't know how to manage cordial relations with the other sex." he scolded him, pointing his bright eyes at him.
Grogar reached out a hoof and pulled Rarity back up.
"To excuse me, come, you are my guest."
Rarity was trapped: there was no way to avoid that unfortunate situation, other than to incur Grogar's wrath, and she suddenly realized the nonsense she was committing earlier on the wings of fury, which was to throw her life away, on the day of her birthday too.
Shivering, the pearl-colored pony entered Grogar Castle, followed by a triumphant Bray, who was gloating as hard as he could.
The donkey joined his master and Rarity heard them mutually whisper something and with horror, she thought she heard the word "marriage" between their speaking.
Disgusted, she tried not to think about it, until Grogar spoke to her.
"The fight from earlier got you dirty. I'll immediately arrange for you a nice milk bath." decided the ram.
Bray made the "I'm keeping an eye on you" sign with his hoof, so Rarity found herself alone in those huge rooms.
It was all furnished with elegant pieces, but the atmosphere was cold and dark, and the girl once again shivered, despite the fact that it was the end of August.
Suddenly, she heard voices, many voices.
Voices never heard before, voices that seemed to come from beyond the grave, or from another dimension...
Intrigued, she moved to look for the source of those sounds.