Geilinor, Provence of Peace

A while later Aleana wakes up and stretches, looking around the unfamiliar surroundings. She stands and looks around a bit more, smiling when she feels the short of 'essence' that Lock has left on the place.

Lock smiled as he noticed her wake up. He gently flopped on the bed beside her. "It's good to see you're awake my lovely woman. Do you like my bedroom? It is a little big but it is the room of a king?"

(Would you like to transfer it to his province?)

(Going to Lutorn)

Zaria murmured lightly as she rolled over and gently kissed Azrael's cheek. Today was the day they were to get married. She had been so eager for it and now the day had come. She was marrying her lovely mate and the next day Sitka would marry Niklas. Although there was the small problem of them finding somewhere to live. They couldn't stay in the imp village forever. "Are you excited for today?"

Azrael chuckles. "Of course I am my love. I have been waiting for this day after all. And I did propose to you."

"Did you now? I must have forgotten." Zaria said with a sarcastic roll of her eyes. She gently stroked his chest. "It's going to feel strange to be married. I am not sure I even remember your last name." She said as she stroked him gently.

Azrael chuckles, "Well future Mrs. McCarfain it's a hard name to remember. But soon it'll be your name too my love," He whispers and kisses her gently and tenderly.

"It will and I will be more than happy to take on that name. If it means I can spend the rest of my immortal life with you." Zaria said with a small smile. She gently kissed his cheek and nipped lightly at his neck. "Ah you taste so good. Too bad we have to get up or I would take another few hours to make sure you were fully pleased."

Zrael grins, "We will be aboe to fully satisfy each other after the wedding. For now I wish to make you my wife."

Zaria gave him a smile. "Oh that is quite a way to make me melt. All right then we should get up and go get ready. I hope you will love the dress I'm going to wear. You are certainly going to want to ravish me." She said giving him an affectionate pat.

Azrael chuckles, "I will try to restrain and not... ravish you in front of everyone else. That would perhaps embarrass your parents."

"Oh you don't have to worry about that. My parents are dead. They were killed the day the vampires took me. Although my brothers wouldn't like to see that. They know I am entitled to love whomever I wish they just don't want to see it." Zaria said gently biting her lip.

Azrael laughs before pulling Zaria close, tucking her under his chin and he stroking her hair. "I am sorry about your parents my lovely lass. But we shall have a family of our own. We already do. Now we must go our seperate ways until the wedding. It's bad luck for the groom to see the bride in her dress now isn't it?" Azrael teases, smiling tenderly and lovingly at her before kissing her gently.

"It is bad luck and I would like to have as good of luck as possible with you." Zaria said with a small smile. She kissed his cheek gently. She then stood and gathered her clothing. "I am sure the boys will be very happy to be a part of the activities. They seem to have taken a liking to Poppy."

Azrael blinks, "Poppy?" he asks but then shakes his head and puts his hands up. "Nevermind. Don't answer that until after the wedding. I'll go now." he says and kisses her gently before exiting the room.

Zaria frowned lightly she doubted she had forgotten to introduce him to Sitka's mother. Oh well she would worry about it later. She dressed in her slip before she gathered up her boys and made her way to find Sitka. She was sitting on a comfy cussioned seat and putting the final touches on the dress. She looked like her pregnant stomach was giving her some problems. It was a good thing Zaria had all ready made Sitka's dress ad she was due sometime this week.

(You never said her name I think. I don't remember so he doesn't either xD)

Azrael saunters through the area, trying to look calm and collected when in fact he was excited and nervous. He finally reaches the area where Niklas and some of the other men were at. Niklas looks up, his eyes a bit crazy and Azrael laughs. "I suppose your excited and nervous as well?" he asks, grabbing his formal Scottish wear. Niklas growls, "Of course I am. Is she going to run away? Is she ok? How can I *not* be running away? How could I think to run away?"

Zaria growled lightly when Sitka poked her with a pin. "Sorry." Sitka said as she finished the hem of the dress. She had made Zaria step into it to make sure it fit. "There we go it's all done. So are you having any second thoughts?"

"Of course not. I'm a little nervouse but I love Azrael and I know he loves me. We are mated and we have all ready started a wonderful little family. I just need to make it official. I need the world to know that if any woman tries to take him from me I am going to rip her heart out with my bare hands."

"How friendly of you. At lezast you will look beautiful while you do it." Sitka said with a small smile. Zaria turned to look at her reflection. She actually did look beautiful.

Azrael chuckles at Niklas, who is in his own formal clothes though not his wedding clothes. Azrael's formal clothes consists of a white and black kilt that goes to his knees and a white and black formal shirt, unbuttoned just slightly at the top of his chest. His longish hair is loose and his ceremonial sword is strapped on. He takes a deep breath. "I think I'm ready... and I can't wait to see Zaria already," he murmurs to himself.

Zaria smiled to herself as she gaver herself a final look over. The dress was a lovely white with no straps. It hugger her front and her curves. She couldn't see her shoes for the dress covered it but she knew they were easy to walk in. Her hair cascaded down her beack in slight curles with little white flowers decorating it. She couldn't believe how lovely she looked. "I think you're ready." Sitka said from behind her. With a tender smile Zaria turned and gave her bridesmaid a tight hug.

"Thank you so much for your help. Your wedding is sure to be wonderful as well." She said and looked over Sitka's nice green dress. She was lovely as well.

(The bridesmaids and groomsmen enter in front of the bride and whoever is escorting her (father generally or some male relative) and of course the groom stands at the front waiting for the bride.)

Niklas takes a deep breath and stands up. "I should go and meet Sitka. To be ready but also because I think I'm going to go insane if I don't see her now." he says and immediately exits, taking his place for the procession in.

Azrael smiles and thinks of Zaria to calm himself down and then also moves to his spot for the wedding.

"Well I am going to get in place for the wedding. Don't hurt yourself or litteraly break a leg." Sitka said giving her a small wave before she went to find her own mate. Zaria smiled as she watched her freind go before she hunted down her brother. Tristan was the one walking her down the isle instead of Lock. He hadn't been able to come. She knew why and she was rather mad at him. He was going to get her heal in an uncomfortable place. She smiled slightly as she gently took hold of her brother's arms.

"I am glad you could come."

Azrael stands at the front of the wedding area, breathing deeply and trying not to think she had run away at the last minute. He closes his eyes briefly and opens them again, watching the procession of the bridesmaids and groomsmen coming in.

Zaria took a deep breath as the last of the procession walked down the isle. Tristan gave her arm a gentle squeez before he gently led her down the isle toward her mate. It was good that he had confidence and knew that he had to keep her moving or she might think about it. IT made her nervouse to think that she was actually getting married.

Azrael catches sight of (conspicit!) Zaria and gasps, suddenly at a lose for air. She was more beautiful than he could have imagined and he did quite a bit of imagining. He shifts on his feet, suddenly feeling like he should get down on his knees and praise her. He smiles at her, wonder in his eyes.

Zaria looked up and caught Azrael's eyes. She smiled at him as she aproached him. He was quite dashing and she loved it when he wore a kilt. She couldn't wait to explore the posibilities later. She gave him a sweet smile as she stopped beside him. She barely noticed her brother leave her.