Tornado: Sorry for the wait people. I won't waste your time with my babbling.

Her wedding day had arrived much quicker than Sheatana had expected. She stood on her balcony, observing the sun as it climbed to the sky. There was no silence. The maids were giggling and whispering and scurrying about, excited about the upcoming event. Isis had not been in to visit the princess yet, a gesture that only served to worry the girl. Her dragons were also mysteriously absent.

"How are you feeling?" a deep, masculine voice asked from the doorway.

"Fine," she replied. "I'm surprised that you came."

"Your dragons are terrorizing the prince in case you're wondering."

"Good. I hope they throw off the balcony."

Silence graced her. She continued to stare out at her empire, storing every detail into her memory. It may have been the last time that she would fully enjoy this sight. She felt another presence beside her, rotating to find her brother also absorbing the sight.

"Beautiful isn't it?" he whispered soft as the wind that tumbled around them.

"It would be a lot prettier if I didn't have to do this," she hissed, disrupting the serenity of the moment.

"Let me tell you something," he stated as he seized her shoulders, forcing her to focus on him. "Seth isn't coming. My men will ensure that."

"Do you really think that you can stand against the might and fury of four blue-eyed dragons?"

"Get dressed," he commanded. "The wedding will begin in three hours. Make sure you're ready."

He swept out, brushing against Isis as she entered. She barked some orders to the ogling servants, who instantly began to follow the instructions they were distributed. Sheatana felt the woman's hand land on her shoulder. A sharp wind caused their hair to billow out around them. Tear stains were seen marring the princess's pale cheeks. Isis stared at her sympathetically before ushering her to the dressing area. Royalty stole one last glance at her empire then complied with the hand.

There were many diplomats in attendance for the royal ceremony. Prince Aladdin impatiently tapped his foot at the center of the courtyard. The high priest was idly chatting with Yami, who was beaming with utter pride, shaking hands with the numerous diplomats. Isis did not waste her time in alerting the pharaoh that his sister was ready. With urgent waves of his hands, everyone took their seats, anticipating.

Sheatana began to float down the aisle that had been created in the center. Gasps resounded through the audience. She was stunning in her white silk dress and veil shading her face and tears. Yami's brows furrowed as he stood up. His mouth was gapped, and several others followed his suit, pointing to some object in the distance. Sheatana suddenly whirled around as Yami's expression turned violently angry.

Seth stood at the beginning of the aisle, cruel smirk plastered over face. Sheatana smiled for the first time in a week and darted to her lover. Her body collided with his, his arms wrapping around her muscular physique. A growl was emitted from behind them, and the pair faced their mutual enemy.

"Step away from her Seth," the pharaoh ordered, a dangerous glint creeping into his eyes.

"No, Yami. I want to know why I should."

"Because it may very well be the last thing that you don't do."

His mirthless laughter floated easily into the tension. The princess drew closer to him, begging to be shielded from her brother's wrath. The guards had just arrived and were quickly advancing. Seth's brows knitted, dropping his hand to the Millennium Rod. Instantly, the advances ceased and looks of sheer terror flittered over faces. They had all heard what mystical powers the Millennium Rod was fabled to possess. This time, Yami was the one to laugh.

"Please, Seth, you expect me to believe that you would use that against the men that once served under you? You and I both know that you don't have the backbone to do that," eh taunted.

Seth opened his mouth to let his objection flow, but Sheatana placed her hand over his own, drawing it away from the rod. She did not want him to use such power against men that were only following orders. He nodded slowly, but then returned his attention to his antagonist with renewed intensity.

"Yami, why don't we keep this battle between us! I'll give you one chance to avoid this! You let me walk out of here with Sheatana, and you'll never see either of us ever again."

"And if I am to decline?"

"Then you and I will be meeting next time in the arena where you will lose by my hand!"

"Then I look forward to our next meeting, for I will savor the look of defeat on you face as I annihilate you to the Shadow Realm!"

Seth snarled. Sheatana knew he was once again going to leave her. He embraced her tightly one final time before attempting in vain to remove her grip. Her hands refused to relinquish their hold, causing her body to be indivisible with his.

"I'm going with you," she established.

"No," came the strong reply.

"Why not?"

"Because Yami and I have a gentlemen's agreement, and that stipulates that I cannot take you with me right now."

"Well, to the Underworld with your agreement! What about my needs!"

"They will be met princess. I promised this once before: I will come back for you. Just wait, princess, I will make you proud."

He kissed her quickly before striding away. Yami motioned for his sister to join him, but she bluntly refused.

"How did he get in here?" A question no one could answer.

Seth was soon invisible, but his presence had yet to fade. She could still feel the ghost of his lips pressing against hers, his hands wound securely about her frame. The conviction in his voice was still echoing throughout the plaza. King Mogador was soon behind the rulers, shaking in ire.

"This is absolutely ridiculous!" he spat. "You cannot even keep your own sister to the path of the man she has chosen to marry! Your own people are turning against you! Over something as stupid as a woman! Do you have any idea how this appears, Yami?"

A force threw the king to the ground, and a powerful wind created a tornado that tore across the stones. All eyes were wide and glued to the princess, whose pendant was glowing the same shade of cerulean as her glaring eyes. Midnight hair fanned into the air, and teeth were bared in aversion. Isis, awed by the display of perfectly honed power, allowed her knees to collide with the earth as her eyes amplified in dread.

"I am not some stupid item!" a disembodied, demonic voice declared. "I am a woman with the right to choose which man I want to spend the remainder of my existence with! And you, King Mogador, know nothing about my plight! In fact things would be perfect still had you not decided, along with my brother, that I was the perfect candidate for the position as you son's wife! Now, leave!"

He was quick to acknowledge the demand and comply. As him and the prince fled, the wind subsided, and the pendant ceased to glow. Her hair restored its original position. She glowered at Yami before exiting.

"You have ruined what little you had!"

"No, Yami, you are the one that forced me to this point," she murmured, slinking into the shadows.

Tornado: again sorry it took so long pple! Hopefully, I will be able to finish this one before X-mas is over, but incase I don't happy holidays!