A/N: hello there people...!! damn my computer!! the reason why that last chap was some BIIP was because our system at home had broken down and i couldn't save the chapter prperly and blah blah blah!! here the right one, though i had to re-write it... enjoy!

Dracula's-Poison funky it is! i did what you said with this chap, so i hope it'll do for you

Knnyphph ahh, you review certainly made my day...!

audrey yes, you are totally right!! what about vlad? well, he's insanely jealous, but you can read all about that in the following chap, my dear... oh, and as i wrote the last of this i just felt like making ademon jump in the window and kill him off... he has to DIE!!! it's much more fun to write vlad!! die, ronan, die!! but i hope it's only 2 or 3 chapters tops before he takes on his heavenly flight...

Sarrin i think i already told you that it was some junk that i had written... forgive me!!!

Chapter X

As days went past, I got more and more cross about Vlad not replying my letter, that I had a hard time taking care of the wedding plans. But being helped by Amadae, and soon Ronan as well, the wedding plans got planed as good as possible. I had decided not to tell Amadae that I was unhappy because of Vlad, and she had of course written to him and he had written back, telling her how crossed he felt, and how much he really would like to not participate in this 'thing' as he so graciously put it. He had also told Amadae to tell me, that he was deeply sorry for not being able to be there, but he had an important assignment and blah blah blah! Ronan, of course, almost seemed more delighted that Vlad seemed not to be able to come. He even got a weird sprinkle of 'cosiness' after hearing it.

The wedding was surprisingly fast planned, and we had soon ordered everything, and still Vlad was not accessible, because, suddenly, he was on an assignment, and didn't write back, until after the wedding; about 2 months later!

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I opened my eyes, as I sat up in bed, looking around.

"I'm getting married today…!" I whispered hoarsely, and cleared my throat.

I looked to my side, thinking I would find my soon-to-be husband, but remembered that he was in a different room, probably getting up, preparing himself for marrying… "Me," I said, once again, hoarse, this time not bothering to cough. Then I remembered that I was neither in my own room, but a small but pretty room. The walls where creamy-white, and the floor had carpets, even a little rug! There were a few pieces of furniture there; a chintz-covered chair, a carved desk, where there was a little heap of paper neatly placed with a long feather-quill next to it. It also had to small drawers which were carved each with a little lion. Underneath this, the rug was put. The bed I occupied was a beautiful piece of work, too. The bed's corners were tall, carved poles, and when I had tried to fall asleep the night before, I kept banging my head into one of them.

Then four people entered; three maids from the manor in Vaseria, where one of them was Koloretta, notlooking a day older and Amadae. Amadae carried a box in her hands, and I watched it intently as she put it down in a chair, goggling at me.

"Dear God, child, what are you still doing in bed?" she said exasperated.

I fell back in the bed, squirming, which made the maids smile and Koloretta laugh.

"Come girlie. We must be done with you," she said smiling.

"Oh, I slept so well, and my dreams were so good that I didn't want to leave them be," I said, smiling, as I stretched and yawned. Then they all grabbed me and pulled me up and out of the bed, ready to fix me up.

"Well, my dear, I am far from ready myself, so please, endure yourself with these ladies, for I can assure you, they will take more than good care. See you in the Cathedral," she said, leaving me with a smile on her lips.

"Alright, first, you take a bath, then we go further from there," Koloretta said, the second Amadae had left. "Anja, go get a bath ready for the mistress," she said, smiling broader.

"Boy, do I have a surprise for you. Now, stand here!" she said.

They put me in the middle of the room, before they opened the box. I stared, for what felt like minutes, surprised to find this dress in this boring box. A dress which I, without mentioning it to Amadae of course, had been peaking at from time to time, after seeing it, once.

The quickly put me into the dress from the box, that I felt so fond of; made of silk, it had small puffy shoulders, fitting sleeves, that made a kind of triangle on the back of my hands, and I could put a white milky-coloured crystal ring on each of my middle fingers to stop the sleeves from crawling back up my arm.

As I was about to put it fully on, I had the dress pulled slightly back down as one of the maids thought I should wear a corset beneath the material, and I had to agree. They went behind me to lace both the corset and dress up, and then sat me down on the chair and started working on my hair and my face, using make-up, and loads of hair-clips.

As they did my hair, I just kept on starring at the reflection of the dress in the mirror. The bosom was made in a U-shape, showing some cleavage, but not in an improper way, at all. The bosom's U-shape edge was lace trimmed, and as I looked along the dress, I saw that there were only laces on the U-shape, a few places on the sleeves and on the abdomen. The rest had a gleam-shine, almost like pearl-like gossamer. And the best part of it, was, that around on the dress' top and skirt, gleaming stones of diamonds and pale emeralds, -rubies and -sapphires glinted like small suns-stars.

Personally, Koloretta took care of my hair, only wanting the maids' to braid a few, small locks. Then she would put them into a filtered ball of sleek and braided hair and let my slight curly bangs hang down to frame my face.

"Maria, go get the choker in my bag," Koloretta said.

Maria came back with a choker of miniscule pearls on a single string with a small, tear-shaped ruby on. The ruby resembled a drop of blood, because it was not see-through, as if mist had engulfed its midst. This beauty she put around my neck.

On my fingers I had chosen only two rings; the one was the engagement ring I had gotten from Ronan and the other a simple silver ring I had been sucked directly to on market, because it reminded me instantly about my mother. Why; I don't know. It was a simple silver ring with a common stone, which looked like blue marble, though it probably wasn't.

"Oh, mistress, look at the time!" Anja said with a light-toned Romanian accent.

Koloretta, quick but carefully, put my veil on, and then they all puffed me out the door and into the corridor, where the sun that shone through the mosaic-glass, coloured the floor and the corridor's passers by. They led me to one the Cathedral's side rooms, as were their orders.

Here, Anja and Maria left, though Koloretta awaited the catholic, marital music together with me, and I felt like she was trying to share my burden of nervousness and anticipation and for that, I was very thankful.

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Shortly before the music started, I was a little unhappy that we, Ronan and I, were not going to get married in the church of Vaseria. But Ronan had insisted that there was no other way, and we had been invited by the Cardinal Charram himself, so doing otherwise, would be rude. But still, even though I had wanted to please Ronan, a feeling of that I would miss something by being married here, lingered in my mind. Though at this point, Valerious walked up to me.

"May I have the pleasure of giving you away, my dear child?" he asked, smiling, offering me his arm. I nodded.

"Yes please," I croaked, and cleared my throat. "I would do well with some assistance to get the whole way up that very long aisle. How many people are there, exactly?" I asked, trying to smile properly.

"About a hundred, or maybe more. Remember that there are also a few local people, but at the party in about a week, thirty five, or more people will come, if you don't count the hundred in there, in!" he said, winking.

This was certainly not what I needed to hear, and I hoped that he was only joking.

About every thought, except "walk!", was swept from my mind as the music started shortly before the doors opened.

"Oouh, wait! The flowers!" Koloretta exclaimed, giving me a bundle of lilies with a silkribbon around; dark blue of course.

I discreetly looked around at the crowd, and found that he had not been joking, to say the least. It seemed like more than a hundred people sat in there, and about every man wore fine clothes, and women wore splendid dresses, which meant that practically, everyone was a guest. Almost half of them I didn't know, and some I'd never seen before in my life, but they all sat there, wiping away crocodile tears for a person they didn't know. Unless they knew Ronan, but I doubt that his family was of fifty people, and that they all had time to come.

Then it hit me. Among all of these pity people I felt dislike for right there, the two most missed ones where not there to be seen; Gabriel and Vlad. I felt like crying because of that.

Suddenly, I felt as if someone had stepped on the dress, and my heart rate got up and I thought I was going to fall, but Valerious had taken noticed, and grabbed me without anybody taking notice. I then noticed he was glaring at a moving person which I didn't get to see.

I got closer and closer to Ronan, as I thought that the person might have been Vlad. Hopefully it was.

However, I immediately regretted that thought, as I felt guilt's tight grab around my heart at the same time Ronan offered me his arm, and we walked the last few metres.

My attention was not in this world right then, but as Ronan was loosing height as he dropped slowly to his knees, pulling me along with him, I went back the Grand Cathedral of the Vatican in Rome.

I was getting annoyed with myself for thinking so much, being so much in doubt right there. I suddenly thought that this was all wrong, despite the fact that Ronan was giving up some freedom by marrying me. I could feel he loved me, but the sadness of neither Vlad nor Gabriel not seeming to be there, made a few tears roll down my cheeks, unnoticed. The Cardinal Charram gave his blessing in Latin and proceeded to ask us the question.

In a matter of minutes, we had both said 'I do' and then we drank from the same ornate silver-cup, which held the most distasteful wine I ever had. And judging by the look on Ronan's face, it wasn't really his cup of tea, either.

"Arise, children," Charram said ceremoniously, and Ronan and I got up.

"The sacred reunion is now complete, and I now pronounce you, husband and wife…" his words were drowned out as I looked into Ronan's chocolate orbs, which consumed me the only way another pair of eyes could; dark blue, as the deepest ocean.

"… kiss the bride," Charram finished, with a satisfied smile of his performance, as he lowered his arms.

Ronan lifted the veil, and leaned in to kiss me. It was not very deep, just few seconds time, but it was good nonetheless. As he pulled away, it wasn't Ronan, but Vlad who smirked at me the only way he knew how to.

I made a sharp intake of breath and blinked my eyes, just as the "exit"-music started. Back on was Ronan, looking confused.

"Something wrong?" he asked as we walked back down the aisle.

"What? Me? Oh, no, nothing," I whispered back shaking my head slightly.

We continued to walk and ended up at our quarters with a few people from back home. We packed up, and went to dinner at the Cardinal's grand house.

Not the most interesting, and I just wanted to go to bed, and Ronan quickly followed.

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Ronan entered after me, closing the door.

"'Evening, my love," he said huskily into my ear, as he put his arms around me.

He kissed my neck, and I sighed loudly; annoyance.

"Have I done something wrong?" he asked, kissing my hair, soundly. I sighed loudly again.

"No. Well, yes. I am tired-"

"I can cure that," he said suggestively.

"- and annoyed. I'm sorry Ronan. I can't believe Gabriel didn't come-"

"You should expect nothing less, when he's the best friend of that war-fool-"

"Hold your tongue, or you'll say something you'll end up regretting-"

"Why? Are you going to say something bad about me, to the idiot who wouldn't come to his own friend's wedding?" he said, mockingly.

"You know, some respect for me would make me very delighted. I am not some girl you just happened to pick up from the street-"

"Hey!"

"I am your wife!"

"Hey, I am not some gigolo!! Never been one, either! And just so you know, I did notice you're my wife. My most beloved wife, so to say… are you deliberately picking a fight with me??"

Silence.

"I don't know… Maybe…" but I decided that ending this sentence would not be wise.

"Maybe what?" he said softly.

"Nothing. I… I'm just tired," I said, rubbing my temples, as I sat down on the bed.

"And homesick," I whimpered after a while.

"Sorry, what?" he asked, while pulling of his shirt, showing off his upper body; his muscular upper body.

"Oh, nothing. I'm just glad that we're going home tomorrow. Together," I purred the last word, getting up and starting to kiss his shoulder, which made him stop his doing, which was pulling of his shoes.

He kicked them off and turned around, gently taking hold of my jawbone from underneath, and pulling it up towards him. He looked into my eyes shortly before he kissed me.

"I'm… sorry," I mumbled in between kisses.

He pulled away.

"Don't be. You were stressed. If you ask forgiveness, there is none to forgive," he said, making me smile, and warm up my heart.

He kissed me again, very deep and very passionate, before pulling away to pull off his trousers. Then he reached around me to unlace my dress with very skilled fingers.

"Ouh, a corset, Cass? That was much uncalled for, you know. Who ever got that bright idea?" asked, unlacing the dress, trying to look serious, but the corners of his mouth was twitching, giving him away. I smiled vaguely.

"Anja," I said, hugging him around the neck, taking in his scent; a little musky, but fresh, nonetheless.

"Hmm. Good. Had it been a man I would have duelled him," he said, still twitching.

"Aren't we feisty?" I said, as the dress dropped to the floor, and Ronan flung the corset onto a chair.

"M-hmm," he mumbled, kissing me, realising, with a sigh, that I was wearing yet another dress underneath.

"God curse the person who made up all these stupid accessories!" he said, hugging my body to him, as his tongue caressed mine.

"Goodnight, my sweet angel. Tonight, you're mine."

A/N: hope this was much better!!!