A/N: I got like…one review, but I'm going to keep on writing anyway because this is the only story that I haven't gotten writer's block on. There was an error in last chapter! In the important thing I pointed out it was supposed to be: The Duchess of Alva is the Spanish one and not Eleonora of Castile as I had written it at the end.

Ages of the possible Demonbrides introduced last chapter:

Duchess of Alva: 162

Margaret of Austria: 45

Perceise of Germany: 164

Ayame/Lady Willoughby: 140

(note- in case you didn't know demons age slower than humans)

Don't forget to review.

Sesshomaru was summoned to the palace of Exeter. As expected before, the Marchioness was indeed planning to marry him off to an outsider.

'Matters not if she's an outsider, a certain Lady waits for me at Willoughby manor' he sighed as he fixed his outfit and came inside. Why had he been instructed to enter by the front door?

That question was answered as soon as he entered Exeter hall; the stone walls were carved and under a painting of each former King and Queen were the descendants of the royal line. And he figured she must have meant to remind him that he was the one to the far right. The emblem of the dog demon dynasty of the West was all around the carvings on the walls. To the left was his father, Inutaisho. Their portraits united by two swords.

That reminded him of the Tetsusaiga. What a coincidence, he thought.

"Long time no see, Sesshomaru" He turned quickly and shrunk to his knees.

"Now, now spare me the homage. We have much to talk about, my Lord." He stood up and sat next to her, in the stone seat that was pretty much stiff.

"You know why I have summoned you?"

It's better to speak truth than to lie.

"Methinks Your Grace is arranging a marriage with some foreign demon"

"You were always smart" she said taking out a mirror, another one of her sorcery weapons.

"Mayhap I could have a say on this matter?"

"Oh, I'm giving you more than a choice" she said before breaking into laughter. He didn't know what to think this time.

The woman put up the mirror, so Sesshomaru could see the image reflected perfectly. A woman that seemed a little older than him appeared. What kind of demon was she? Her face seemed oddly round, she had nice brown hair…and yet she seemed dull.

"This one is Perceise of Germany"

'Germany! Since when do we have relations with that far off Huguenot land?' he thought quite alarmed

"What type of demon is this woman?" he asked

"She is…a half dog demon and a half human" she once again was lost into one of those annoying laughing fits. Sesshomaru stood up bewildered.

"Your majesty cannot mean…you cannot be serious Marchioness!" she put the mirror down and laughed a bit more until she stopped and he was able to sit.

"How I love to toy with these unworthy ones, but I had never really expected you to pick her…after all, you are the Lord of the Western lands as well as some others. I wondered if your bastard brother would want a bride."

"Inuyasha?" he said amused. Wasn't his brother in some ridiculous quest to become a full demon?

"Ah, yes. That is the one. They would make an incongruous pair, but then again, that's the whole point of this. He would immediately be granted a good position, what do you say of Ambassadors to Germany?"

"Inuyasha…Ambassador?" he was about to laugh, he really thought this was a joke once again. But, she was looking serious. So, she was really making negotiations for his bastard brother's upbringing?

"I think…he is not suited for the task" She bilked

"Too late my Lord, she is on her way" He wiped his sweaty hands on his clothes and looked up to her, holding the mirror again.

A girl, so very fragile looking stood there. She looked like those fair, porcelain dolls. Yet he was not so convinced of the innocence of the child…there was something questionably about her, but she was a dog demon and seemed wealthy. This girl could be a good choice, if he had not already started courting a beautiful wolf demon…the memories of her were sweet and cherished in his heart. Even though, she was not that humble, he called her his peanut girl. Like the ones that sold berries and nuts, she was a wild and forbidden to him a powerful lord, but he promised he would find a way.

Flashback

"Who would have thought you wore that under the costly dress" he said pointing to her typical wolf pelt white fur skirt and metal armor like top and a small cape.

"This…you're so jealous that you can't have such costly and comfortable wolf fashioned dress code. You must wear all that" she said pointing to his shoulder armor decoration and then to his heavy garments.

He laughed and she sat next to him. Silence was awfully uncomfortable so he wrapped an arm about her and asked for a wolf fashioned outfit.

"You would look rather strange…you are too tall"

"Matters not" he said as he leaned in for a kiss.

End of Flashback

"What think you of the Queen of Austria?" he snapped out of the trance and recognized the same girl he had been looking ay before

"She is the Queen of Austria? By god, she is but a child"

"A pretty one indeed" added the Marchioness as he watched the displeasure of the Lord. She changed to the next and last girl.

"I will have you know that you need children, now my Lord. This is a most suitable Spanish woman. She is from a very noble family and is the Duchess of Alva. Peradventure you and her would have a fruitful marriage"

"Never" he said

"Never!"

"I wish to marry another. I will to marry another…I am afraid Your Grace will not approve of her. I want none other than her…I care for no Queen, Duchess or Princess…Grant me this one wish to marry-"

"Who is this woman? Don't you dare disgrace me Sesshomaru" she said, anger rising within her

'She will never agree to this…'

"She is Lady Willoughby, please forgive my insolence" he murmured

"Willoughby…that…wolf! OUT OF MY SIGHT SESSHOMARU" cried the Marchioness

The door of the apartment was pushed open. She rose, sensing him entering the room and rushed over to the door.

When he came in, clutching his chest, his clothes red of the blood she almost fainted of agony, but restrained herself because she had to nurse him.

"Oh no!" she cried.

His eyes opened and he saw her looking down at him and he almost raised his lips to hers except that she pushed him back down. He looked at her in confusion.

"Explain, my Lord" she said, pointing to the wounds on his chest very sternly. He hid his face in his long hair.

"Nah-uh Sesshomaru this is very serious! What demon hurt you like this?" his now timid looking face came out of his silvery hair to face her

"Her Majesty is not pleased," he said obviously referring to the Marchioness "about me planning to marry you"

"By God Sesshomaru…you…you told her?" she stammered

"I did"

"Lady Willoughby"

"I trust she's not strong"

"I guarantee you such a humble title gives away her weakness"

"So then, Your Majesty's wishes will be fulfilled"

"Good Lara…she had better be dead before he knows it"

A/N: Review time everyone!