Chapter 3

"Our wedding will be held next Monday," Emily inhaled, "Is kissing necessary? Do you even have churches? Priests? Demon Priests?" She asked in one breath, she's been sitting on the couch constantly pulling her hair and rubbing her scalp while the brothers sat on both her sides.

"Our wedding is tomorrow. And yes, kissing is necessary, we don't have priests but the head of the council acts as a priest and, there's no such thing as demon priests." Lucius chuckled at the last part of his sentence.

Emily paused and she breathed in, "You didn't mention weddings yesterday, Lucius." Her voice came out shaky and deeper.

"Being a queen means getting married, Emily." Axl touched the back of Emily's head with his finger.

"What was.." Her body relaxed, and a yawn escaped her lips. "That?" Her brows creased as she fought the temptation but she failed when her body fell limply to Lucius and he caught her.

"You shouldn't have done that, Axl."

"She needs to sleep her mind off. Leave her be, we'll sort out things for your wedding tomorrow."

"Human."

Emily almost felt her ears perk up as the voice spoke. She groaned and shifted to the other side of the bed with her eyes still closed.

"Oi."

"Shut up." She retorted and soft snores followed after.

"Get your ass up, Human. It's your wedding day."

"What's a.. wedding?" She rubbed her eyes and stretched, moans escape her lips as she savours the feeling.

"You'll be kissing the king and make babies with him." The voice spoke bluntly.

She immediately sat upright, her fingers going through the strands of her hair then clutched, glaring at the butler. "It's still Sunday!" Her eyes widened as she realized the words that came out of her mouth went wrong; that wasn't she had in mind to say.

The butler cleared his throat, gently bending down and placed a box on the edge of her bed, "Please be ready; The wedding will start at 9."

Ignoring his words, she points her index finger at him and she lets out a loud yawn, "What's your name?"

"It's none of your concern." He left Emily alone in her room—leaving the doors open—,completely dumbfounded.

Curiosity got to her; she dropped to a crawling position on her bed, furrowing her eyebrows and she tilted her head, staring curiously at the box.

It's wrapped in black and gold and with no bow or ribbon on the top.

"You look ridiculous." Lucius commented. He stood by the doors. His chuckling erupting from his chest, "I wouldn't want my bride to be some kind of a creep." He made his way to Emily's bed and sat on the edge.

"You're the creep here." She retorted and scoffed. Crawling her way to the box, she picked it up and sat beside Lucius, "Is this some kind of a bomb?"

"No, it's a gift."

"A gift? From who?" She asked immediately and shook the box curiously but no sound was made.

Who could have bothered themselves to give her a gift? She met only the butler and the brothers.

"Find it out for yourself." Was all she heard from Lucius before a whooshing sound filled the room. She whipped her head where Lucius sat but he was gone.

Emily's lips formed to a small 'o' but no voice bothered to come out. She placed the box on her lap and her lips pressed themselves to a thin line when her eyes caught a note attached to the box.

Why didn't I notice that earlier?

She gently pulled the note and read it, "Prophecies will always be right. P.S. Wear this. P.P.S., It's still 6, take a bath and come for breakfast. Love, Axl."

What could he possibly mean?

She closed her eyes and inhaled in. This isn't what I agreed to, she thought. Her eyes opened and she gazed upon Lucius' people: from big, slimy-looking creatures to ogres, trolls, witches, and any wicked people you could ever think of.

She gulped down, "Oh Goodness." She whispered to herself and averted her eyes from the audience to the priest.

The head of the council—portraying as the 'priest'—have been talking on how the first king killed thousands of mortals, how the second king called a truce with the mortals and how the peace remained constant for thousands of years.

The three of them stood at the huge balcony. While the audience are standing outside the castle walls, gazing up to the couple.

The priest held his hands open, nodding at the both of them nonchalantly, "By the power bestowed upon me by the members of the council and the kings and queens before us all, I no—"

"Lucius, I'm still seventeen, I'm illegal." Emily whispers and nudges Lucius on his elbow.

He looked down on her with a smirk applied on his lips, "Don't care." He whispered back.

"—kiss the bride."

Lucius snaked his arms around her waist and pulled her closer, "Kiss me." He demanded.

"But we haven't exchanged rings and I Do's." She immediately responsed with her eyes widened in both surprise and shock.

"Screw those." He pulled her even closer and their chests bumped softly, "Just kiss me."

Don't do it.

She shook her head in response and she pressed her lips to a thin line which made Lucius frown.

Instinctively, he collided his lips with hers, trying to part her trembling ones as he closes his eyes.

Roars and cheers from the audience almost shook the underworld from the noise they made.

Her eyes shut close at his abrupt move, she couldn't move, she couldn't talk nor could she open her eyes. At this moment, she knew her body would betray her and go against her will–her lips slowly parted, giving Lucius his consent. She felt her face and the tips of her ears going red, she knows she's having fun but she would deny. But she knew there's no point in denying, even her butterflies fluttered inside and the world seemed to come to a halt.