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[Queen Sarah]

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Feeling unlike she has ever felt before Sarah slowly wakes up. Stretching upon the jumbled bed she looks beside her only to find it empty. Recounting what happened last night she’s puzzled by the emptiness.

Getting up she feels a throbbing pain between her legs, a pain that she strangely enjoys the pulse of. Moving towards the bathing room she catches her reflection in the mirror. Caught off guard she moans at the sight. Her hair is matted and in disarray, causing her hands to fly up to tame it into a bun. With her hair under some sort of control her eyes roam over her reflection. Sarah notices dried blood on her thighs as well as small marks upon her skin. Moving her slender fingers over each mark her mind’s eyes watches her husband make them from above. Remembering the honeymoon they had shared when they had left Nazralte and Phantom Darkbane soon after Lord Azreal had departed.

The ceremony had been quickly arranged by Rufus and performed in the castle’s library. The General had been good enough to attend to witness and brought Phantom with him. Rufus had contacted Lord Azreal and Sarah was relieved there was no bloodletting in their vows. Giggling at her innocence she makes a face to herself before walking to the bathing pool. Slipping into the warm, scented water she lets her body float as her mind wraps itself around the love she feels. Not knowing any sensation that could be better than how she feels right now she glides through the water, remembering….

“Sarah!”

Turning in the water too quickly Sarah stumbles and dunks her head under the water. Raising from under the water Sarah slides her hands back over the top of her head, smoothing her hair back.

“Aye mother?”

“What was Rufus doing here so early in the morning? Asks Sywien, then pausing she observes her daughter closely. “Sarah..you and he….I mean you two did not do anything foolish…” Sywien moves slowly back to one of the marble benches that line the walls of the bathing room. Slumping down she leans upon the wall with a defeated look knowing all to well that her daughter is now a woman.

Rushing to her mother’s side, Sarah sees Sywien’s worried face. Kneeling before her mother with her hands on Sywien’s laps Sarah looks up and whispers, “Mother, we were married last night. Please be happy for me….”

“Married? How? Where?” Sywien slowly croaks out.

“Last night Mother, we eloped.. Lord Azreal performed the ceremony and General Nazralte witnessed it for us. Tis legal and proper Mother. Please, do not look so upset, I know you care and think highly of Rufus.” Sighing softly Sarah lays her head on her mother’s lap.

Gradually what Sarah had said seeps into Sywien’s thoughts. Her child, the Queen of the Empire….married. The Dowager suddenly feels all of her years as she sits on the hard marble bench looking down at her sweet child. Taking the robe that was laid upon the bench beside her, Sywien covers Sarah with it and pulls the child..nay woman..up to stand along with herself. Looking into the eyes of once was her child Sywien sighs, “Sarah get dressed, we need to plan a royal wedding. As romantic as it was last night, your elopement is not proper. Things like this need to be public so Rufus will be accepted within your circle and you within his. Officials get anxious when they are not allowed to put their stamp of approval upon unions that have empires or dynasties involved. Now..get dressed and meet me in my chamber when ready.”

“Aye Mother, I know you will make it alright.” Sarah says as she sweeps out of the room, leaving Sywien alone and fearful.