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He knew he just had to do it. He had to ask Nel to marry him. Well, at least to pretend to, in the twisted game that Peppita was playing. He wasn't sure that she would actually agree to marry him, but that was why he was doing his current activity. He was carving a wooden club to use to knock her out if she didn't agree. He just hoped she would stay unconscious until sundown, because he didn't have a backup plan. Albel put the final touches on his wooden club, and then set off in search of Nel.

He found her, thankfully alone in her rooms. He thought it was probably best to knock on her door, as he was going to knock her out with a wooden club. He didn't need her to be any more pissed off then what he knew she was already going to be.

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Nel was not happy when she heard an insistent rapping on her bedroom door. She had been up late working the night before, and the last thing she needed right now was to be woken up early. Consequently, she was already in a bad mood when she opened her door. Her mood got even worse when she saw who had the audacity to stand there at her door knocking. It was Albel Nox. Nel thought her day was definitely on a downward spiral.

"Can I come in?" Albel said, before Nel even had time to demand to know what he was doing outside her room.

"What? Aren't you going to add the obligatory maggot on the end?" Nel asked him, as he barged his way into her room, closing the door behind him.

"Well, what do you want? Hurry up and spit it out Nox, I haven't got all day," Nel snapped at him.

To her amazement, Albel looked at her sheepishly and she swore she could see a faint hint of redness in his cheeks, as if he was blushing.

"IneedyoutomarrymesoIdon'thavetomarryatoaster," Albel blurted out, his mouth getting ahead of his brain. He tried again, "I need you to pretend to marry me, or else Peppita has threatened to marry me to this metal box she calls a toaster."

Nel just stared at him.

"What, have I grown a second head again?" Albel asked her after she did not say a word.

Nel came out of her silence to say, "You must really want me to do this bad, you haven't once called me a maggot, worm of fool." She paused and thought for a moment before adding, "Anyway how is she making you do this? I can't see her making Albel the Wicked do anything he didn't want to… unless she had something to blackmail you with."

At this, Albel turned away, and could not meet her eye.

Nel sighed and said, her tone getting an edge of steel, "What have you done anyway?"

Still Albel did not say a word.

Nel thought quickly before saying, "Fine, I'll play along with this game, but only if you tell me what you have done, or…….. go up to Lasselle and cluck like a chicken."

"Bah," Albel spat in response and stalked off.

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The priest had finally escaped from the store room Peppita was holding him prisoner in. He was heading back to his room to lock himself in his wardrobe and hide from the rest of the world, when he saw none other than Albel the Wicked clucking like a hen at the queen's adviser. The priest decided he had taken one too many blows to the head and was hallucinating. This was definitely not his day. He turned and ran in the other direction.

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Lasselle stared in shock at Albel as he humiliated himself. For about the only time in his life, Lasselle was rendered speechless. After all, it wasn't every day a mass murderer came up to you and acted as if he was about to lay an egg.

Albel couldn't believe he'd actually do this to get out of marrying a toaster. But, he'd rather do this than tell Nel he had destroyed a statue of her god because he was bored. He really didn't want to be killed today, then brought back to life and killed another few hundred times. Lasselle was an idiot anyway, and it was doubtful that anyone would believe him anyway. But just to make sure, Albel knocked him out with the club he had made earlier that morning. He left Lasselle in the corridor where he had found him. Albel doubted anyone would notice or care that Lasselle was missing.

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"Noooooooooo," the priest moaned, quivering in fear. Peppita had found him.

"You liar! You promised you wouldn't try to escape if I untied you," Peppita said, shaking her finger in his face. "Well I guess it's back to the storage room with you."

Peppita grabbed the priest by the back of his shirt and proceeded to drag him down the corridor and back to the storage room, while the priest cried out in vain for anyone to save him.

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Albel returned to Nel after completing his task. On the way back to her room he heard screaming and saw Peppita dragging the priest along behind her. He heard her saying to him-

"Alright, now you've done it!' she said to the priest, "you're coming with me to be tarred and feathered!"

Albel just shook his head, and pushed open the door to Nel's room. He knew she wasn't going to be happy, now she had to pretend to marry him. With a sigh and a muttered curse under his breath, he entered. They had preparations to make, and he didn't want anyone to know he was marrying his attractive enemy. Wait… did he just think Nel was attractive? Albel thought he must be seriously stressed, to think the beautiful Aquarian Crimson Blade was attractive. Then Albel realised he had just thought she was beautiful. He tried to gather his thought, when he realised he had been staring at Nel for the past five minutes. Albel decided some of the silver- haired worm's insanity had rubbed off on him.

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Clair watched as Albel slipped into Nel's room. She had always thought there might have been something between the two former enemies, and had tried to give them a push in the direction towards each other. She thought her latest scheme was brilliant, and convincing Peppita to take part in it gave it the naivety she had been hoping for. Clair chuckled to herself, and walked off. She had a wedding to prepare for Nel and Albel.

AN: Yay! I finally finished this chapter. Thanks to all the people that have been reading and reviewing my fic. I hope to have the fourth chapter up soon, in which the wedding will probably take place. Please review this chapter, tell me what you liked and what you didn't, I always appreciate feedback. Until next time…