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[center] [sub] Bride of [color=5ec4b3]Kagan[/color][@ghastlyInc] and Sister Bride of Adorabella [@eclecticwitch] [/sub] [/center]
Bree’s eyes narrowed and her lips pressed thin in irritation when Kagan ordered that she thank the, frankly ridiculous, drakkan. The whole situation left her wondering who on earth the two of them were trying to fool.  It was obvious that the two knew each other and were pretending not to, with her being the only one around for the show. Which was stupid. She stared at Kagan for a few more seconds, waiting for the joke to stop, but he was serious.  Grudgingly, she turned to the other drakkan, she tilted her head slightly. “[color=E9967A]Thank you for returning my ring[/color],”

Thankfully, that was all Kagan expected, as she’d barely spat out the words before being pulled into the stormy night. 


The walk in the rain wasn’t half as unpleasant as Bree originally thought, it was twice. For the first few blocks, Kagan drug her through the muddy streets at such a pace that she was forced into a semi-run to keep up at all.  Her husband also chose to stomp like a child through the mud, splashing it everywhere, on himself, on her.  

 [color=5ec4b3]"Next time you're approached by a Drakken you dont know, I suggest you play it smart and keep your mouth shut and wait for my lead. You talking freely nearly caused me a problem."[/color] 

“ [color=E9967A]I don’t see how I was given another choice,[/color]” she muttered, her words coming out sharply, had the memory of the situation not been so fresh in her mind, she would  have tried to handle the situation better. “[color=E9967A]But, next time I’ll let [i]you[/i] handle the talking, [i]Sir[/i][/color]” 


By the time the hotel came into view, Bree was soaked through. Her hair heavy on her head and the flowy aspect of her dress became clingy, catching on every curve of her body, while the thinner areas of her dress grew shear. Her feet and shoes were caked with mud, as was the bottom part of her dress. Violent shivers wracked her body with every breeze that shot through the streets. The hotel looked almost round in shape, three stories high, but it lacked the sharp edges that were traditional with most structures. 

Her husband stopped her just out of the rain in the entrance of the building.[color=5ec4b3]"Hold still."[/color] Her eyes narrowed on his hands as they reached up and took hold of her face. Willing her body not to stiffen as Kagan ran his hands down to her hips.  The sensation of having all the water pulled from her skin and clothing was like a having a handful of tiny, icy beads running down her back, arms and up her legs. Her body gave a few involuntary quivers  as the water flicked across more sensitive areas of her body. The back of the neck, lower back, between her shoulder blades. Once she was no longer leaving puddles of water,  her husband did the same to himself. While she was certain she still looked like a drowned rat, he managed to wear his water well enough.  Once they were a little drier, Kagan lead her down a long stone hall lit by large candles on platforms. 

The building had a distinct feeling of being scantily occupied.  There were a handful of drakken milling about, brides glued to their sides. The only other creatures she  saw  were the workers.  Strange creatures, about the same size as gems, but covered in corse brown hair like a bear. Thick collars of iron were welded around their necks. 

Kagan stopped in front of a large door. The handle rested near her elbow. As Kagan tossed open the door,  Bree took a step to follow, only to collide with his back. She stepped back to catch herself, eyebrows raised. She peered around her husband to see if there was anything on the door that might have cause his sudden pull back. But there was nothing. 

[i][color=E9967A]Clearly whatever is bothering him is in the room.[/color][/i] Aubree watched Kagan check the door a few more times before shoving the door open and pulling her in behind him.  She gazed around the room, expecting to see another drakkan or...something.  

Adorabella was not one of those somethings.  The girl seemed to be the exact same as she had been at the castle. Full of confidence, sassy...a total lack of self preservation. 

Bree’s face flicked up into a tight smile that vanished almost as quickly at her wave, nodding in acknowledgment.  It wasn’t Adorabella’s fault, and she knew she shouldn’t  be bitter towards the girl. But  she was too wild. Too unpredictable.  Had it been someone like Arden, a sister-bride might have been a good thing. 

Still trembling with cold, Bree glanced around the rest of the room from behind Kagan's back. Bright, thick rugs covered the floor, a huge bed was lined along one of the walls. At the foot of the bed lay her truck. Something she was thankful to see. On the far side was a large stone tub  that stood under the window. A hazy layer of steam rose off of the heated water. Kagan had mentioned a bath earlier [i][color=E9967A] a bath with him, judging by the size of the tub [/color][/i], she suddenly felt another tremor go through her body that had nothing to do with the cold. 

Her eyes flicked to the wall that held the door. A long table  next to the door had an open bottle of wine, beyond it other simple foods covered the table. Her hands seemed to move of their own accord. She snatched the bottle and poured herself a glass.  She took a sip of it, still watching the two others in the room participate in their strange interrogation. 

Slipping from behind Kagan, Aubree entered the rest of the room, drawing close to the fire, choosing to stand on the stone hearth to avoid making a muddy mess of the rug and to reap the rewards of the nearby heat.  While Bree was pulling off her shoes, Adorabella crossed the room and returned to Kagan with a tightly wrapped scroll. 

 [color=E9967A]“What does it say?[/color]” Bree asked lightly, glancing down at the wine glass in her hand, disappointed to see that half the amount had vanished already.  Whatever was written, it was clearly important and had something to do with getting an extra bride, something that shouldn't be scoffed at as an accomplishment.  

[hider=Summary] 
But Daddy, I dun wanna say thank you. It is raining and wet and now there is Adorabella and now Bree is going to get drunk and be nosy [/hider]