especially where Gwenivere is concerned. So please be patient with me, I'm getting there *.* BP
You May Now Kill The Bride
Everything was perfect, at least perfect enough for Gwendoline. She could not keep still as the women servants worked on getting her dress onto her. Since she wasn't exactly a virgin (A/N:*cough* *cough*), Gwendoline had insisted that wearing all white would be hypocritical. She wanted a dress that was off white, but tinted orange. She wore a bit of carefully carved crystal, itself tinted orange and cut into the shape of a traditional flame. The women servants tried to ask calmly for Gwendoline to keep from fidgeting, but she continued to do so, giggling happily. Thankfully, Gwendoline was prepared successfully.
She received at bit of a surprise when her sister, Joy, arrived early that morning. From the very fine manner in which she was dressed, Gwendoline assumed that she was there to attend the wedding. "Of course I'm here to attend your wedding. It would hardly be appropriate for you to be a bride without a maid of honor." Gwendoline had squealed happily and enveloped her sister in a barely escapable bear hug. "Gwendoline," Joy had said urgently, "Is there some place we could talk alone?" Before her sister could answer, she was whisked away to be dressed for the wedding.
Joy had been look about suspiciously afterward. She expected Gwenivere to be making a suprise appearance as well. She would have to warn Gwendoline, but everytime she tried to get to her sister, it seemed she was moving from place to place. Joy had finally given up and sat in the first row of chairs. "Well, well," said a familiar female voice. Joy looked up and smiled in delight. Her aunt Angoline smiled down at her. "Hello Joy," she said as Joy rose up to give her a hug. "I heard from father what happened to your house," Joy relayed symapthetically. "Well, Dilandau was good on his word," Angoline said happily, "Everything was replaced, with added extras. I never thought I'd be glad that he was marrying into our rather 'interesting' family."
Dilandau, who stood patiently as he was being prepared, found his mind wandering as to what he was going to do to his new bride once he had her alone. When the servants and tailors had finished with the final touches, Dilandau was left adorning a rather befitting deep black outfit, with a dragon patten that continued from his left shoulder to his right hip. From an observer's view, they would have to admit that he looked very good. "The official's here!" Chesta announced. He and the rest of the Dragonslayers were wearing outfits similar to the groom, but their's were a shade of blue. Chesta, who was selected to be the best man, was wearing a shade of deep green as opposed to blue.
At the announcement, Dilandau rolled his eyes. "About time," he grumbled.
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Those in attendance sat quietly, admiring the couple before them, taking vows of faithfulness and sincerity to one another. When she wasn't looking around suspiciously, Joy did enjoy the wedding. The part of the wedding arrived where the official asked if any in attendance had any reason to say that the couple should not be wedded. "Speak now," he said, "or forever hold your piece." "I'll say something," said a voice.
All eyes shifted to the entrance. There stood a veiled woman. There were to cloaked figures on either side of her. "She can't get married without a present from me." Dilandau frowned, since he didn't recognize the woman, even though the woman sounded almost exactly like Gwendoline. Dilandau turned to ask Gwendoline who this person was, but he saw that Gwendoline had grown deathly pale. The woman reached for her veil and revealed her face to all those in attendance. The crowd turned their faces from her to Gwendoline and back again. They looked exactly alike.
"It's Gwenivere," said Angoline in amazement. Gwenivere smiled. She walked part of the way up the aisle. "I had to get you something, something to repay you for the way you ruined me." She smiled, "So it was obvious there was only one gift that I could give my sister to sum up all the feelings of anger and hatred that she caused. Gwendoline, my gift is death. The simplest way to put it, I'm going to kill you."
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Next chapter: Cake, lots of cake and the ultimate cat fight! Don't miss it! BP
You May Now Kill The Bride
Everything was perfect, at least perfect enough for Gwendoline. She could not keep still as the women servants worked on getting her dress onto her. Since she wasn't exactly a virgin (A/N:*cough* *cough*), Gwendoline had insisted that wearing all white would be hypocritical. She wanted a dress that was off white, but tinted orange. She wore a bit of carefully carved crystal, itself tinted orange and cut into the shape of a traditional flame. The women servants tried to ask calmly for Gwendoline to keep from fidgeting, but she continued to do so, giggling happily. Thankfully, Gwendoline was prepared successfully.
She received at bit of a surprise when her sister, Joy, arrived early that morning. From the very fine manner in which she was dressed, Gwendoline assumed that she was there to attend the wedding. "Of course I'm here to attend your wedding. It would hardly be appropriate for you to be a bride without a maid of honor." Gwendoline had squealed happily and enveloped her sister in a barely escapable bear hug. "Gwendoline," Joy had said urgently, "Is there some place we could talk alone?" Before her sister could answer, she was whisked away to be dressed for the wedding.
Joy had been look about suspiciously afterward. She expected Gwenivere to be making a suprise appearance as well. She would have to warn Gwendoline, but everytime she tried to get to her sister, it seemed she was moving from place to place. Joy had finally given up and sat in the first row of chairs. "Well, well," said a familiar female voice. Joy looked up and smiled in delight. Her aunt Angoline smiled down at her. "Hello Joy," she said as Joy rose up to give her a hug. "I heard from father what happened to your house," Joy relayed symapthetically. "Well, Dilandau was good on his word," Angoline said happily, "Everything was replaced, with added extras. I never thought I'd be glad that he was marrying into our rather 'interesting' family."
Dilandau, who stood patiently as he was being prepared, found his mind wandering as to what he was going to do to his new bride once he had her alone. When the servants and tailors had finished with the final touches, Dilandau was left adorning a rather befitting deep black outfit, with a dragon patten that continued from his left shoulder to his right hip. From an observer's view, they would have to admit that he looked very good. "The official's here!" Chesta announced. He and the rest of the Dragonslayers were wearing outfits similar to the groom, but their's were a shade of blue. Chesta, who was selected to be the best man, was wearing a shade of deep green as opposed to blue.
At the announcement, Dilandau rolled his eyes. "About time," he grumbled.
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Those in attendance sat quietly, admiring the couple before them, taking vows of faithfulness and sincerity to one another. When she wasn't looking around suspiciously, Joy did enjoy the wedding. The part of the wedding arrived where the official asked if any in attendance had any reason to say that the couple should not be wedded. "Speak now," he said, "or forever hold your piece." "I'll say something," said a voice.
All eyes shifted to the entrance. There stood a veiled woman. There were to cloaked figures on either side of her. "She can't get married without a present from me." Dilandau frowned, since he didn't recognize the woman, even though the woman sounded almost exactly like Gwendoline. Dilandau turned to ask Gwendoline who this person was, but he saw that Gwendoline had grown deathly pale. The woman reached for her veil and revealed her face to all those in attendance. The crowd turned their faces from her to Gwendoline and back again. They looked exactly alike.
"It's Gwenivere," said Angoline in amazement. Gwenivere smiled. She walked part of the way up the aisle. "I had to get you something, something to repay you for the way you ruined me." She smiled, "So it was obvious there was only one gift that I could give my sister to sum up all the feelings of anger and hatred that she caused. Gwendoline, my gift is death. The simplest way to put it, I'm going to kill you."
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Next chapter: Cake, lots of cake and the ultimate cat fight! Don't miss it! BP