Sienna Galeon

"So who was it? That poisoned me?" I ask, stretching beneath the sheets in the early morning. Naked still from last night as Nico lays beside me in the sheets as well, totally forgot to lift his pants back up from last night too but he doesn't seem to mind.

Our heads are leaning side by side together when he hums in contentment, "Erica and one of the servers."

My eyes widen as I abruptly sit up and look down on him, "you killed a woman!?" I say in shock.

He raises an eyebrow at me, "I'm not biased with who I kill. If they threaten or try to kill you. They are dead. Doesn't matter what gender they are to me."

How....sweet. "well that explains how Erica knew the wine would have been poisoned. She told me before dinner that you'd poison it to off me." I mention before trying to get up, pushing the sheets off me to go to the bathroom.

But a large hand grips around my wrist and stops me, having me look back down at Nico.

His eyes narrow with a deep frown upon his lips, "you knew the wine was poisoned?" He asks, voice low and cutting.

I shrug, "yes."

His eyes flash and his grip around my wrist tightens, "how...dare...you." he whispers with a calming yet chilling tone.

Feeling the back of my neck hairs rise, I try to pull my wrist out of his grasp.

"Don't you ever try that again. You hear me? How could you do that to me? You have no idea how--" He cuts himself off, taking in a deep breath as if to calm himself, "try to put yourself in harms way again. I dare you, darling. Because if you do that again, I will tie your wrists onto this bed and fuck your ass until you scream my name hoarse with your ankles tied." He threatens me.

Biting my lip I can feel my heart beating wildly and my own eyes darkening with desire, "don't threaten me with a good time, Caro."

Nico let's go of my wrist and gives me an awed expression, "I never thought I'd have such a stunning, crazy, beautiful spitfiery woman sharing a bed with me."

Who is this man right now? "I’ll do anything you want me to do, as long as you keep looking at me like that." I tell him in a sultry voice.

We stare at one another with heated eyes, me standing by the bed naked as day and him half naked on the bed, his cock already hard and proud.

Until a knock at the bedroom door breaks our lifeline, having me scrambling to get the loose sheet on the floor and cover my body. The door opens and there peeks in Dimitri.

He eyes me up and down with a smirk before looking over at Nicolai, noticing his hard cock out in the open, but Nico doesn't seem to mind having eyes on his raging dick, "the minister will be in the Den for a talk. He has....some unfortunate factors to be involved after the ceremony." Dimitri says before looking back to me, "morning sweets, you look divine. Did you have fun last night?"

A blush creeps it's way up my neck, "maybe you should join sometime--"

"Sienna Lionessa, get your ass in that bathroom." Nico grumbles. I turn around and quickly enter the bathroom not before hearing his last words to Dimitri, "you'd think she wasn't a fucking virgin with that mouth on her."

I hear Dimitri laugh when I close the door behind me, smiling to myself.

When I look into the mirror I see myself as I've never seen myself before.

This woman in the mirror looks happy.

And the fact that I'm getting married today!

Letting go of the sheets I make my way to the shower and get ready for today.

Start song 'Belong' by The Cary Brothers now.

Wiping the mirror from the foggy moisture I start to dry my hair and do my makeup. I didn't know exactly how to do my hair--I always wanted my Mama to help me on my wedding day, but now I pull myself together and realize that I can do this on my own.

So I decide to curl the ends of my hair to add volume and twist all my hair into a neat low bun before grabbing a silvery hair trinket that has a red gem in the middle, reminding me of Nicolais' gemstone on his cane. I stick the comb piece into the top of my bun, close to my crown area.

I made sure my makeup looked perfect. Adding blush here and there, and dark mascara after curling my lashes. A deep burgundy red tint shadowing to my eyelids with a little silver shimmer of liquid liner atop my eye line making a perfect wing on both sides. My lips with a dark red shade to somewhat match my eyelids.

I let some strands of curls come out the sides of my face, giving an illusion of messy but well kempt at the same time.

Then my eyes land on my wedding dress hung on the side of the cabinetry. The one I admired and wanted from the store Nicolai had saved me in from a shoot out.

I put on a strapless bra, choosing a matching color thong before slipping them on. A knock at the bathroom door brings my attention, "It's me, Donovon. I'll be escorting you to the terrace on the North wing."

The North wing? Never been there...

I slip on the white dress but forgot that the side is button up and embroidered. Merda. "Don?" I call his name, hoping he didn't leave yet.

"Da?"

"Will you help me in this dress, please?" I ask him.

For a moment I think he doesn't hear me but then the bathroom door creaks open, with him peeking in. His eyes rove around my entirety, my breast heave in and out beneath my bra and my bare asscheeks being squeased by the fabic.. Then his eyes land on mine, mouth parting open, "wow." He whispers.

He quickly comes in and shuts the door. He is wearing a nice white and black suit with a black tie. His hair combed back and face freshly trimmed.

I turn completely around so he could help me. His large hands grab ahold of my dress and helps me in. He buttons the side and finishes, grazing his fingers down my backless bare back causing me to shiver in a good way. From the mirrors reflection I see him leaning close to me, lips touching the tip of my ear as he whispers, "breathtakingly beautiful, sweetheart." He places a soft kiss behind my ear before taking a step back from me.

Inhaling much needed air I whirl around which causes my long dress to flow with me in motion, "will you..." I stammer, "will you give me away, Donovon?"

His eyes pentrate mine while he reaches his hand out and wraps the back of my neck with a firm grip, tilting my head to the side and bringing me closer to him, "it will be an honor, babe." Before leaning his head down and places another kiss upon the side of my neck.

He straightens and releases me before turning around to open the door and leaving the bathroom, "I'll be waiting out here." He says before closing the door behind him.

Looking back in the mirror I give one last glance at the single me and smile before finding my red hot four inch heels.

What? I can have some red on my wedding day.

Walking out of the bathroom Don greets me with his arm bent to the side offering me his guidance. I loop my arm underneath and around his arm as we walk out of the bedroom. Leading towards the North wing by taking the elevator up. I didn't even know it could go further up, which excites me.

When the elevator opens, it was like a new kind of world.

Because Nico had given me something I had no idea would be possible for the way he has been taking this whole marriage ordeal in the beginning as a business deal.

I couldn't help the lone fat tear falling down my face when my eyes frantically obsorb everything thing at my wake. It's a huge balcony with a view of a lake and hill upon hills right on the outskirts of Chicago.

That wasn't it. There are flowers of all sorts adorning the terrace railings and a small wooden podium for the Minister, Gryo, standing behind it in his dark robe. Then my eyes land on Dimitri who is standing on the far left with a smile plastering his pretty face. Again twinning with his brother with his attire.

Until my eyes land on Nicolai my heart is at a stampede, lungs expanding, and eyes watering at the sight of him.

He is standing with his cane on his side, wearing a black on black suit but to my utter astonishment, he is wearing a white tie. His dark raven hair naturally tousled with a few strands escaping and landing in front of his face laying above his eyebrows. He hasn't shaved but I love the rough dark stubble he has. Making him look much older then he is now, which has my heart swoon at the thought.

I can see it now, his hair someday being seasoned with salt and pepper strands, his grumpy lines adorning the side of his lips and eyes more fierce and wiser with aging.

I want to witness that with him by my side growing up.

"Ready?" Don asks.

Jutting my chin out with confidence and elegance, "I'm ready." I say, taking the first step.