Description from original post (created 2013-05-14 18:53):
"Why would you do this to me?!?! " She cried.He looked her in the eye, moving closer, looking down at her.
"Because I must."
She woke up, finding herself locked in an icy cell. She stood up and inspected her surroundings. "Whyo ¦ Why am I here...?" she mumbled to herself, baffled as to how she ended up here.
She heard a loud crash which seemed to echo from the long hallway leading down to her cell.
"Thok, I told you NOT to touch that. We need it for the ceremony."
"Sorry master, I will not touch it again."
"You best not, or I WILL make sure it is the last thing you touch."
She winced at the deep, angered voice she heard.
Looking down at her bare hands and feet she noticed a tinting color beginning to shade her outermost extremities. "Frost bite?" she wondered to herself. She put the tip of her finger to her face, to check if any warmth remained.
She didn't feel the touch to her face. Her hands and feet were numb.
Sighing, she curled into a ball, trying to keep warm inside her frigid cell. Eventually she fell asleep.
Stirred by heavy footsteps, she woke. Frightened, she sat up on the icy floor and looked up at the tall man wearing a deep blue robe.
"Good, you're awake. Here," the man said handing her a cup of light blue liquid through the bars of her cell.
Overcome with thirst, she drank without hesitation. "I... I... ..." She passed out.
He opened the cell and grabbed her arm, dragging her down the hallway away from her cell. Arriving at the feet of his master in the throne room, he threw her to the ground.
Waking, she was greeted by a large figure with jet black skin and pointed ears. The figure was not human, he was alien. His long, white robes trimmed with fur draped over his throne onto the floor. His piercing blue eyes stared down at her.
"Appears the potion is working." He said looking at her with a smirk on his face.
Looking down, she saw her skin was now taking on an icy color; her toes and hands had continued to blacken from frost. She doubted the cold could do much more than adorn her appendages with death, nothing near her bodyo s current condition.
Her eyes widened. She looked at the figure before which she kneeled. "W-Why would you do this to me?" she asked, tears falling down her face. The teardrops froze as they traveled down her face.
The figure laughed.
"Well, because I must." The figure said looking down at her.
"I'm preparing you for the ceremony, of course."
"What ceremony!?!?" She said with widened eyes, blurry from her tears.
"The ceremony in which I make you my bride." He said grinning.
She was Serenity Pahloeya. She managed a local bookshop in her hometown. But now, she would be the bride of an alien who was the king of this frozen kingdom that she now found herself.
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