Chapter 7

--After The Wedding--

The hall had been so quiet as she listened to the moon priestess performing the traditional wedding rights. She had tried so many ways to get out of marrying Darien that she'd lost count. Occassionally she glanced at him through wide liquid blue eyes, and he'd returned it with a stern look of his own.

Her mother, and his parents had stood behind them. When the moment had come to place their rings on each others fingers Serena had cried. Big tears had slipped down her face. But had he care?

No.

She remembered his words as the priestess pronounced them married and cheers had rang throughout the temple of Diana. He wanted to possess her. Not love her, but own her.

Now in the ball room she sat in a stony silence watching as people once again danced in front of her. Their faces happy and ecstatic. She sat wondering deep down how she could be so miserable on her wedding day, and then she remembered who she'd married.

Feeling eyes watching her she found Darien's raking her body with a hungry gaze. She felt ashamed of the way he'd claimed her mouth in such a way she had not forgotten.

She looked away then but knew that he was coming to her. Coming to embarrass her.

"Serena," he whispered lightly.

She did not look at him which annoyed him greatly. He smiled then and got to his knees knowing full well that attention was turning to them. Knowing that it looked odd. He saw the light blush already staining her brilliantly pale skin.

Then she turned and looked at him with disgust.

"What!" She said through gritted teeth.

"Dance with me," he smiled, his own midnight blue eyes excited by the prospect of always and forever being able to dance with this creature.

"Get off your knees. You are embarrassing me, and yourself."

"Then dance with me. You sit here like you have married death." He stood then.

"I would have rather married a Saturian than Earth scum," she stood then. "You think you can bully me, oh great prince. You will do well to remember one thing. I am your wife, not your lowly servant to command." She kept her voice low, even as he reached for her hand which she snatched back immediately.

"I am sorry that you think that Serena, but you-are-my-wife." He hissed.

"I will make you regret this. All of it. This marriage. The embarrassment that you have caused me. And most of all dear prince, you will regret my pain." She set back down on her lower throne.

"As you wish my lady. But do you know what tonight is?" He asked walking away smoothly, a smile planted firmly on his incredible face. "Our wedding night. And Serena you do know what is required of you on our wedding night, do you not?"

She said nothing. Only shock and more embarrassment resided on her face.

Author's note: Sorry this is so long overdo for a update.