You're a royal member of The Faerie Court, currently kneeling in front of the royal thrones in the Great Hall of The Royal Palace.

The Crown Prince, Bang Chan, is sitting next to you too, his sharp eyes following the words of his father, The High King, in a rather detached manner. Chan's getting married to you today.

He looks elegant as ever yet soft, there was something so dangerous but sweet about him.. his ebony hair had speckles of gold all over as well as dabbed on the tips of his pierced pointed ears, makeup that blushed heavily on the apples of his freckled cheeks. His soft lips painted lightly with pink and his eyes.. so captivating and loving.

The Crown Prince looked angelic and god-like, as he was meant to be.

You looked graceful too, a true aphrodisiac what with the gold and diamonds entwined in the strands of your hair, blushed cheeks, eyes that looked so pure and quite a revealing yet diaphanous white gown, one worthy of being his betrothed..

And he swears he feels his heart stop when he lifts your veil- you are perfect. "By the ancients.."