Abigails pov.
My body shakes uncontrollably as I stand at the beginning of the beautiful flowers spread as an aisle for me to walk along down to my alien Zolk.
I'm completely nerve racked.
Waiting on my soon to be father in law.
I guess they don't call it that.
They call it soon to be father.
Or
Soon to be sister.
I can say I'm damn fine right now.
If there are alien women trying to outdo me and look better on my day it means one thing.
They want the prince for themselves.
Too bad.
So sad.
Bitches!
He refuses all else but me.
Trust me.
I've learned the hard way.
Maybe they'll get it through their highly intelligent heads sooner rather than later.
Once we tie the knot he will be MY Prince and I don't share!
I'm not exactly positive of this cause I never dated much.
But the thought of him with other girls now we are supposed to be joined bugs me a bit.
Okay, a lot!
I'm pathetic.
I know.
It's okay though now he will be stuck with me until I die or he does.
Whichever comes first.
"My dear Abigail, would you allow me the honor of escorting you down the aisle of hummands?"
He looks genuine as he speaks.
I nod.
He pokes out his forearm and I wrap my palm around it.
He sends me a smile.
Then we walk the flowers of hummands.
They are glowing red.
Which I notice as I walk over them in my dress the dress start to glow as well.
It's beautiful.
We slowly walk their path as we come upon more of his people.
All dressed for the occurrence.
I smile widely at them all as we pass.
Some look amused.
Some a bit happy.
Then you can't miss the scrolls.
Or the mean muggers.
The hell with them.
Let them be idiots.
I didn't expect them to like me anyhow.
But here I am.
Like it or not.
I see zolk at the end of the hummonds.
He's standing on the gazebo with his two brothers behind him.
I see my two sisters to be waiting for my arrival.
I keep my smile plastered on.
I could have let this whole thing darken my mood.
Let myself sink in sadness and in misery.
But I've chosen to stand tall and unbroken and do this ceremony.
People get married all the time that don't want to.
Mainly in the olden days but who cares.
At least I know he likes me and liked me enough to even come back for me.
That's enough to pull through all this strongly.
I may be scared and nervous but I'm strong and courageous.
Zolk is in a really nice Caption suit.
It's all white.
His hat is black with a silver rope around it.
He is quite handsome.
I almost forgot to breathe.
I've never seen him so dressed.
This must be something like the military they have uniforms and dress suits.
His eyes never waver from mine.
Before I know it Zolks walking to meet us.
Zolks' father stops and so do I.
He releases my arm grabbing my hand to place a kiss on it.
Then giving it to Zolk who takes it immediately placing a kiss of his own on my palm.
Making me all flustered.
Then he scoops me up bridal style.
I wasn't told this.
I almost yelped.
How embarrassing would that had been?
He walks us to my spot and places me down and places a soft kiss upon my cheek before going to his spot.
The crowd is so quiet.
You don't hear a peep.
Then some guy steps forward wearing what looks like pope clothing all black though.
He has a very weird shaped hat none explainable.
I feel like Nostradamus trying to explain the future without knowing what things are called.
And still NO I'm not unintelligent!
"Which one of your elements have you chosen Prince of X to share and bestow upon your chosen Princess?"
He speaks loud for all to hear.
Did he say Zolk was giving me an element of his choosing?
"The shield of Balzerk."
He speaks loudly and turns his gaze from me to all-around at his people.
I mean our people.
I guess making a statement.
A shield hua?
How do I use it?
"Will you accept the sacrifice you must make to complete this element bestowing?"
He speaks loudly again even though Zolks like three feet from him.
"Yes, I do."
He says with absoluteness.
What sacrifice?
Ughh!
I don't want to know!
Oh, God, I don't want to even know.
I stood still as a board as his brothers take each of his arms in their grip.
Zolk still doesn't remove his eyes from mine.
I know mine are as big as saucers at the moment.
He seems unafraid.
His eyes are stern and mesmerize me.
A feeling of calm settles over me.
Strange.
I'm definitely not calm but my body seems to now be.
I see the pope looking fellow grab some sort of dagger.
It looks old but sharp.
There seems to be ancient carvings covering the handle.
My heart beats rapidly.
My body though is still calm.
I know he is manipulating my body to his will.
How I'm still not certain but I know.
How can he be so strong for me when he's obviously about to undergo some sort of sacrifice for me?
I'm scared he might not make it.
Pope dude walks towards Zolk with the dagger and stops only inches from him.
"Are you positively sure?"
He inquires lowly for only those of us on the huge gazebo to even hear.
Zolk nods jaw clenched.
Still keeping my body calm along the way.
I want to say something but I'm sure it's against the rules.
The pope guy then steps in front of Zolk's left arm.
I can't see a thing.
Blood starts dripping down on the gazebo floor.
I go to say something.
Anything.
But I can't move or speak.
That stupid alien of mine has frozen me to the spot.
How?
He should be focused on his bleeding arm.
But here he is keeping me frozen to the spot.
I feel guilty he has to focus his energy elsewhere at a time like this.
All because I can't control myself and do what is told of me.
The pope guy steps back finally.
Lots of blood is on the floor.
My heart still beating frantically.
Now the pope is out of view I can see zolk again.
But he forces me to hold his stare.
Not looking at what happend to his arm.
His eyes are mesmerizing me again.
Making me do what he wills.
They seem to glow even brighter.
His jaw is still clenched and now his nostrils are flared.
He must feel some sort of pain.
That or he's mad as hell at me for having to control my behavior with his mind.
I don't know.
The pope then steps back in front of my view at Zolk's right arm.
Once again blocking my view.
I feel terror run through me at the sight of what's in his right hand.
It's some sort of brand.
My face drains from all color.
Why would they now brand him?
Their customs are confusing me.
"Which pledge will you take Prince of X."
"I pledge the protection of X under my ships for the King of X!"
He says loud and proud.
Why?
Why must he pledge this?
It has nothing to do with us.
I'm now even more confused.
Then you can hear the sizzling of flesh being burnt.
The smell starts to drift in my direction.
I start to feel sick and dizzy but still unmoving.
He hasn't taken his spell off me once.
Not even weakened it.
I guess he thinks I will embarrass him.
The pope steps back again and once again my eyes are frozen to only look into Zolk's eyes.
Then what the pope guy says baffles me and makes my heart drop completely to the pits of my stomach.
"You have broken custom Prince Zolk and have also accepted thirty lashes for the element ceremony to be completed. Do you still accept?"
He speaks loudly for all the ears to hear.
Why is he doing all this?
Why even want me if you must bleed, burn, and be beaten.
I feel tears prick my eyes to know I will have to witness this hear it.
There's not one thing I can do to stop this either.
I'm helpless to intervene.
A different alien much muscular than the pope guy step behind Zolk with a skinny rope-like whip.
"I accept!"
He growls out loud.
For all to hear.
Through clenched teeth and nostrils flared.
His brothers still hold tight to his arms.
Zolk has started to sweat.
My heart feels as if it's about to explode with the tension built up around us.
"Drop your shild to proceed."
The pope announces.
He glances to his sister behind me and then shuts his eyes.
She steps up behind me placing a hand on my shoulder.
She leans in to whisper in my ear.
"Be quiet do not speak what so ever or you could be killed. Then he will blame me. I can't control your moves he won't allow us to use elementals on you."
I nod.
He opens his eyes and the glowing is gone.
He'a human now with no powers.
How will he survive this?
Tears silently rolled down my cheeks.
I don't want to witness another's suffering.
And it's because of me.
The first lash is landed you can see his whole body jolt eyes widen.
His breath swooshes out his mouth immediately before he clenches his jaw once again.
I stand and witness along with many other the whole thirty lashes being blown to my now-husband in my eyes.
I watch as he weakens blow by blow.
He keeps his eyes on me the whole time.
It makes me feel guilty.
I shouldn't.
But I do.
Finally, he's released from his brothers and the guy with the whip steps away only for Zolk to fall to the floor.
He's out cold.
The pain must have taken all he had.
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