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Bride of [Unknown]
Interacting with Sorrin [@WeepingLiberty] and Ehkota[/center]

Adora was so pleased to have made so many friends.  It was magical really.  To have comrades in this trying time was a balm to her hurt soul.  When Bree took her hand, Adora leaned down to brush her lips delicately against her knuckles, gave Arden a sly glance, and then released the girl.  She was about to hop back into the water when a wave of cold rushed over her.  She shivered and watched the Drakken enter, speak to the guards, and then demand they all leave.  It was time to meet their husbands.

Her breath caught in her throat and a scowl appeared on her face.  She stood, gracefully moving her hands in a wiping sort of motion about to remove all the water from her body.  It left in long tendrils, gathering at her fingertips before she dropped it onto the stone floor.  Grabbing a towel, she wrapped it around buxom figure before grasping Sorrin’s hand.  There was no way she was going to let her dear friend get away from her this time.

Once they had all reached their rooms, Adora decided that she should at least look stunning for the man to whom she was to bear children.  First impressions were everything.  She brushed out and pinned up her lilac hair.  A series of loose braids and hair roses crowned her head and a messy bun at the back.  She stuck in ornaments of gems to help her bright hair glitter.  Tendrils of hair kissed her face and neck, giving her a somewhat ‘just out of bed’ appearance.  The gown she chose was one that she was to wear on her first day in court.  A day that would never come.

The dress was light grey fading to black and fitted quite nicely over her bust and stomach.  It showed off every curve.  The sleeves were long and draped down, exposing her forearms and hands.  The neckline settled at the edge of her shoulders and showed her tanned collar bone and slim neck.  The skirt of the dress was wide and made of a floaty fabric.  It was made to look as if monarch butterfly wings fell all around her waist.  Each movement caused the black and orange fabric to flutter.  As a last ornament, she placed around her waist the same sash that had gotten her into trouble her first day here.  Pleased with her appearance, she pulled a warm, grey shawl around her shoulders and grabbed her chest of things – ensuring her most prized possession was buried at the bottom.

Adora made sure that she would share a carriage with Sorrin.  She talked lightly and jovially to her dear friend the whole way.  She told intricate stories and made jokes.  Anything to keep their minds off of the fact they were about to be sold into slavery.  She prayed that Sorrin’s husband would be a kind and generous soul.  Someone who would love and cherish such a beautiful and sweet girl.

All too soon they were ushered from the carriages and into a bright gleaming hall.  She took in the Drakken.  Some watched hungrily as they entered.  Many were quite ready for their prospective brides.  Adora squeezed Sorrin’s hand.  Barely had they made the procession in when a hand grabbed her upper arm.  She gasped in surprise.  The tiny Gem looked up to find a handsome, chiseled man leading her away.  She attempted to hold into Sorrin for as long as possible, but their fingers parted, and she was lead into a darkened hallway.

She remained silent, gauging what was going on.  Speak too soon and it could end her life.  Instead, she obediently followed behind the disgustingly handsome Drakken.  The hall they walked down was lit only by torch light every few feet.  Shadows crept and changed with the dancing firelight.  A feeling of foreboding had attached itself to her throat in a chokehold.

Finally, they reached a room.  The Drakken opened the door and pushed her inside.  [b]“Wait,”[/b] he said, quite simply and left her there.  The room was simple and gave nothing of her situation away.  Was this her husband?  Was she to wait for him until he came back to consummate the marriage?   Perhaps he was in some way important and had to see to multiple duties first? This was not at all what she had envisioned.  What about all of her other sisters?

She felt more lost and confused than she ever had in her life.  Adora sat on the bed and buried her face in her hands, desperate for some sort of meaning.  For a moment sobs clawed at her in order to be let free.  To wrack her body and dull her mind.  But no.  She did not have the time for self-pity or sadness.  She had to make some sort of a plan.  She had to make sure she would be safe.  That her life would be good in some way.

Adora stood up from the bed and went to the window.  She looked out on the dark, rainy night.  Cold air nipped at her nose and threatened to chill her to her bones.  She could not see much and so she went about the room looking for any and all available clues.  Despite her fantastical dress she crouched to look under the bed.  She opened drawers and inspected the empty closet.  Nothing.  There was nothing to give her a hint of what would be happening.  Finally, she settled on the bed once again.  She would use the only weapon available to her.  Adora decided, if she preformed well enough for this man she could live a life with out terror or abuse.  She took slow, deep breaths to prepare herself for the task at hand.