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Bride of [Unknown]
Interacting with Twenty [@Ellion][/center]

A young woman entered the room in a rush.  Adorabella was a bit nervous at first, put on edge with concern with the need for haste. She felt the weight of the bag upon the bed, shifting her position there only slightly.  The girl had not even introduced herself before speaking about what the plan was.  Adora nodded her understanding.  [color=BC79CB][b]"Alright.  Do you know where I am going?  What exactly is going on?  I'm feeling a little hesitant without any direction.  I am fairly certain that this is not the normal procedure here."[/b][/color]  She let the girl handle her face, moving as directed so she could use the little brush to paint her up.  The brush tickled her sensitive, bronzed skin and she tried hard not to laugh.  She smiled a bit at the compliment.  [color=BC79CB][b]"Why thank you, I do try to take care of myself."[/b][/color]  She spoke in a haughty yet joking way, trying to lighten the mood of the room.  She found it much easier to be chipper when she felt there was someone else in need of cheering up.  It also meant not being stuck with the circling thoughts in her head.

At the next question Adora stiffened and then laughed.  It was a bright and cheerful laugh.  She wondered if it would be the last time she would do so.  [color=BC79CB][b]"Oh, my little darling.  My experience with men is perhaps much more than any lady should speak on.  You could say I am well versed.  As for my nakedness during our training period - it was forced upon me.  I could not let them see my fear.  Besides, there is beauty in the naked form."[/b][/color]  Her fingers idly played with the fabric of the long belt.  This would be her power.  Something that helped her through.  She would always wear it.  Her eyes then found the tell-tale sign of pregnancy.  [color=BC79CB][b]"Oh, congratulations!  How far along are you?  Is this your first?" [/b][/color]she inquired.  Adora's fingers instinctively reached out to touch the bump but she did not have permission.  This poor thing had likely been touched quite enough.  [color=BC79CB][b]"I'm Adorabella by the way.  May I have your name?"[/b][/color]

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Bride of Gwillim[@Tracyarmav] and  Scyrvensrel [@Amethyst]
Interacting with Gwillim [@Tracyarmav] and  Scyrvensrel [@Amethyst][/center]

She stiffened as she felt her husband lean down and begin to whisper to her.  Her eyes widened and she brought a hand to her mouth, resting her fingers there as if she were afraid any sort of sound would get her in trouble.  She winced, feeling his warm breath against her neck and the back of her ear.  She had never been this close to another person before and she shivered.  Once the Drakken straightened and looked up at him tearfully and nodded.  Perhaps she should just not speak?  Perhaps that would be best, yes.  The less she got into trouble the better.  But knowing how stupid she could be Hestia imagined there would be quite a few beating in her future before she learned her lesson.

Hestia allowed herself to be steered and moved about like a doll.  It was amazing how quickly the Drakken moved - being so much taller than Hestia.  (Though she was not exactly short for a Gem.)  The way back to her new home was a blur and entering the home was chaos and commotion.  Drakken, all much taller than she, were coming up to introduce themselves.  It was so quick and there were so many that Hestia was overwhelmed.  She found herself grabbing onto Scyrvensrel's hand to keep steady.  Her head was feeling a bit dizzy and she tried her best to remember all of their names.  In particular there was the daughter, excited and perhaps unsure of the new bride.  Hestia wasn't sure how she felt about the child either since the girl could likely kill her with a pinky.  And, true to children, would test the new bride.

During dinner, she had not remembered a single name.  Not even her new husband and wife.  She ate daintily, glad of the bland and light foods available.  Each bite seemed to turn her stomach but she did not want to give offense.  So dutifully she ate little bits here and there.  At the giving ceremony she had done quite enough damage.  She drank what was offered to her, though it made her head swim more.  A light flush had come over her cheeks and her memory a bit foggy.

At long last the feast ended and she followed her spouses up to their bedroom.  At Gwillim's behest she began the process of helping Scyrven remove her armor.  It was not something she had ever done before, but her thin, nimble fingers made quick work of knots.  She wasn't sure but it seemed the room was darkening.  Was someone turning out lights?  She swayed on her feet and had to place a hand against the bed to steady herself.  The other went to her forehead which even she felt was overly warm.  Was the floor moving?  Wait...  [color=96BF75][b]"Please... forgive me...." [/b][/color]she whispered as she collapsed against the bed and slid to the ground in a faint.