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"He's more myself than I am. 

Whatever our souls are made of, 

his and mine are the same."

—Emily Bronte, Wuthering Heights

Mylene couldn't sleep. She tossed and turned all night, a feeling in the pit of her stomach that she couldn't shake. Finally, after lying in bed for what must have been hours at that point, Mylene got up and stretched. She lit a candle and placed it in a chamberstick on her bedside. She braided her long and unruly black hair into a simple braid, then stood and reached for the chamberstick. She walked aimlessly through the halls of the Mercar estate, simply trying to pass time until it was an acceptable hour to be awake.

Mylene's thoughts drifted to her engagement, and she sighed. Anthony was... well he was handsome, and rich, and stood to inherit a large estate and fortune. He was attentive to her, and brought her flowers. In all respects, Mylene should be thrilled that they were to be wed in a few months. But Mylene felt as though she barely knew the man. As an idealistic, half wild girl, she had always imagined falling in love and being swept away by some fairytale lover. Mylene was startled from her daydreams by the sounds of hushed voices down the corridor.

She inched closer, trying to be quiet. Whoever was meeting at such a late hour was probably up to no good, and Mylene was curious to know what they were up to. She stepped into a nook near the voices, then froze when she heard her fiance speak.

"Well, what are you going to do about it?" Anthony said in a hushed whisper. Mylene heard the sound of someone crying. "Tilly, I am losing my patience."

"My lord, are you really asking me to get rid of our child?" Tilly said. Mylene froze, feeling as if there was ice in her veins. Our child? Surely she must have misheard.

"I cannot have my bastard running around Minrathous." He whispered fervently. It felt as though all the air had been sucked out of the room. Mylene doubled over, one hand on her chest. She set down the chamberstick, afraid her trembling hands would surely send it rolling across the floor. She crouched down, trying to steady herself. There was no way she could have misheard, or misunderstood. Oh Maker, what was she supposed to do now? She couldn't marry him, that was certain.

Mylene stood up, and crept away from the scene. When she could no longer hear their hushed argument, Mylene picked up her skirts and ran until she was outside. She found her favorite place to hide in the garden, then sank to her knees and wept. She wanted to curl into a ball and die. She wanted to slap Anthony's stupid face. Most of all, she wanted to go back in time and turn him down before she could ever suffer this embarrassment. A small part of her was relieved, but she dared not indulge that feeling.

Even if she did break off the engagement due to his affair, there was still the matter of her getting married. Mylene was approaching old maid status rapidly, and she could not afford the luxury of simply remaining single. If her father were to die suddenly, her title and the estate would go to her cousin. If he wanted to, he could have her cast out of her family home and die in poverty. She would not allow that to happen. In order to break things off with Anthony, she would have to find herself a new husband. The only trouble was, who could she go to without word spreading like wildfire? Mylene stood with shaky legs, and resolved that she would find a way.

***

Emmrich paced his cabin anxiously. In the morning, he would be arriving at Minrathous. It had been many years since he had ventured this far from the Necropolis. He had embraced the life of a Mourn Watcher wholeheartedly after his mother's death. Caring for the dead, and their final resting places, had given him a sense of purpose through the years. He attended to his duties as the only son of the Volkarin family as one would go through the motions of a job they didn't particularly care for.

He never expected he would have to lower himself into the marriage market like a lamb being led to the slaughterhouse. He had grinned and beared it for the sake of his father many years ago at this point, making polite conversation with the young ladies of society and their mothers. But he never pursued any of them with any serious intent. He had been relieved when his father finally stopped asking him to attend those ridiculous events. On some days, Emmrich's only company was the spirits of the dead. In truth, he preferred it that way.

When Emmrich's father had told him of this clause in his will, he was shocked to say the least. He supposed it only made sense, that his father would of course want him to settle down and have children to continue their family's legacy. Emmrich knew that the ladies of Nevarra would have been thrilled to hear he was on the market. But if he was to marry on his own terms, he would not be chased like a prize elk. If he was to marry, it would be to a woman who did not know the extent of the fortune he stood to inherit. So he had booked passage to Minrathous, where he intended to find a wife to satisfy his father's request. Once that business was taken care of, he would return once more to his peaceful life in the Mourn Watch, and all this business would be done and over with. At least, that was what he hoped. He had found in all his years, that real life rarely deigned to follow the will of mortals. 

***

After a few hours of fitful sleep, Mylene awoke. Though she was exhausted from last night, she jumped out of bed and called for her lady in waiting to help her dress. Her dear friend, Neve, would surely know what to do. Neve was a bit of a black sheep in high society, but they had been neighbors since they were children. Neve had rejected high society's whims, and had proclaimed that she would remain a spinster. True to her word, Neve rejected every suitor. Her father finally gave up on finding her a match, and left her to her own whims. With her freedom, Neve had opened a business of her own as a private detective. Mylene envied her friend, and wished she had the same bravery. 

As soon as Mylene finished dressing, she called for a carriage to take her to Neve's office. She stopped along the way to grab some pastries as a bribe, and made it to Neve's office by mid morning. When the bell sounded as Mylene opened the door, Neve looked up from papers spread across her desk. She smiled warmly when she saw Mylene, and she rose to embrace her. Mylene smiled despite herself when she saw Neve.

"My dear friend, what brings you to my doorstep today?" Neve asked, then motioned for Mylene to take seat. Mylene sat in the chair opposite Neve, and pushed the box of pastries towards her friend.

"I come to you with a matter of utmost secrecy," she said. Neve cocked a brow, and leaned in. "Do you swear to tell no one?"

"I swear," Neve said.

"Okay," Mylene said. She took a deep breath. "My fiance got one of my family's maids pregnant. I need a way out of the engagement, and a new fiance. I can't risk my family's titles going to my cousin." Neve just stared at her, then nodded.

"I can't say I'm sorry to hear about his misstep," Neve said. "I've always disliked him, especially as a match for you." She stood up, and paced around her office for a few moments while deep in thought. Suddenly, she turned, and fixed Mylene with a satisfied smirk. "Well, there's always the matter of this new mysterious bachelor, who arrived in Minrathous just this morning." Mylene perked up at that, gesturing for Neve to continue. "His name is Emmrich Volkarin. He's Nevarran, has a sizable estate, and word is that he's come to Minrathous for a wife."

"Then that's perfect!" Mylene said. "How should I go about arranging a meeting? And what should I say to him? Should I be honest, and tell him straight away?" Now Mylene was pacing, and picking at her nails as she always did when she was anxious.

"Truthfully, I do not know enough of him to say whether he would appreciate an honest approach or not." Neve said, her brow furrowed. "You should ask your father to arrange a meeting. It would be only proper for him to introduce himself to all the Magister Houses while he's here. Nobody would think it to be strange."

"You're a genius," Mylene said. She made her way to the door, then paused and turned around. "Oh, and thank you." Neve just gave her a salute, and Mylene made her way back to the carriage.

***

"Father, I cannot marry him," Mylene said as she opened the door to her father's study. She threw her engagement ring onto his desk with a dramatic flourish. He looked from her, to the ring, then back to her with his brow furrowed in confusion. "He is carrying on an affair with one of our maids, and don't ask me who it is. I won't have her in an even more dire circumstance. If we were to marry, I would be responsible for cleaning up his mess for the rest of my life. Or worse, one of his affairs may come to light and ruin me." Suddenly, her father's eyes flickered to something over her shoulder, and he cleared his throat. Mylene turned, then went pale when she saw a tall stranger standing behind her at the fireplace. "Oh!" She gasped. "I apologize, my lord, I did not see you there." She curtsied to him, her face flush with embarrassment. 

"No need, I was the one skulking in the corner," he said. She saw a twinkle in his eye as she stood. A small smile tugged at the corners of his mouth. He was tall, with hazel eyes. He had a small pencil moustache, and dark black hair tinged with grey. He was dressed fashionably, with a number of rings on his fingers. He was quite handsome, Mylene thought. "I am Emmrich Volkarin." Mylene flushed even redder, her eyes wide. Oh Maker, what had she gotten herself into?

"Mylene Mercar," she said. He bowed slightly, and she extended her hand. He placed a kiss on the back of her hand. When he rose, Mylene held her hand behind her back. Her hand tingled from where his lips had touched it, and she tried to put that thought at the back of her mind. "Again, I do apologize for involving you in such matters."

"As I said, there is no need to apologize," he shot her a smile. "I believe we can help each other, if you'll let me explain." She gestured for him to continue. "I came to Minrathous looking for a wife. It seems as though you are in need of a new fiance. If it pleases you, my lord," He looked over Mylene's shoulder to her father. "I would have your daughter's hand." Her father, who had stood silent, watched them with wide eyes. Mylene turned, giving him her best pleading puppy dog eyes. She mouthed please, and the corners of his eyes crinkled when he smiled at her.

"If it pleases my daughter, I'd be happy to accept."

"Nothing would please me more." Mylene said. Her father turned around, then returned with three glasses and a bottle of brandy. He poured some out, then passed glasses around.

"Well then, welcome to the family, Lord Volkarin," her father said. They toasted glasses, then Mylene took a sip. 

"Father, might I take a turn around the garden with Lord Volkarin?" Mylene smiled brightly at her father, who nodded his agreement. 

"Have one of the maids escort you, my dear," her father said. Emmrich offered his arm, and Mylene took it. They walked down the corridor in silence until Mylene spotted her lady's maid, Karina, and beckoned her over.

"Will you escort us out in the garden?" She asked, and Karina nodded. She looked between the two of them, and then smiled before falling into step a respectable distance behind the two of them. As they emerged into the garden, Mylene snuck a glance at him. His severe features were... cute. Her heart beat faster when he caught her eye, a soft smile crinkling the crows feet by his eyes. She flushed, then looked straight ahead. "So, my lord, why have you come all the way to Minrathous seeking a bride? Surely there are many eligible ladies in Nevarra, are there not?"

"It is not a question of there being eligible ladies, but more a question of what their motivations are," Emmrich said.

"Is that so?"

"If word were to get out in Nevarra that I finally decided to take a wife, I would be inundated with desperate women looking to pawn their daughters off," Emmrich said, shaking his head. "You see, my grandfather amassed quite a fortune for himself. In Nevarra, the extent of this fortune is known. Abroad, however, I hoped to find someone who wasn't in it for wealth."

"No, but it seems you have found someone who is in it for their own gain." Mylene pointed out.

"To be honest with you, my lady, I liked the idea that we would be able to help each other." He sighed, then looked at her. The weight of his stare made Mylene turn and look, and she paused in her step from the intensity of it. "I have not been entirely honest. You see, I sought out a wife for my own gain as well. My father has informed me that my title would not be passed on if I did not settle down with a wife. He has got the notion in his head that I would be much happier with a companion."

"So you do not truly wish for a wife, only one to satisfy your father's demands."

"Yes, I hope that you do not take offense, my lady. In the short time I have known you, you have shown that you have a strong will, and kindness." Mylene's brow shot up at that, and he continued. "You showed mercy when you had been the one betrayed." Mylene thought for a moment, then met his eye.

"As a servant, how could she ever say no to a man of high status? He could ruin her life either way," she said. Emmrich nodded.

"You are kind. You could have her exposed, and many would say you are right to do so. I like that you think differently," he said. They stared at each other in this way for a moment, and when Mylene felt her face heating up she looked forward and began to walk once more.

"I am glad we can help each other," she said quietly. She tried to ignore the deflation of her ego. How foolish, to think that she had simply charmed him from the first time he laid eyes on her. Of course it was an arrangement beneficial to them both. She should be happy. Mylene had the perfect solution to her problem thanks to Emmrich. Maybe she was simply not meant to find true love in this life, and if that were the case, she would have to be satisfied with Emmrich's companionship. She snuck a look at him as he took in the topiary and flowers in her family's garden, and caught his side profile. A striking aquiline nose, and she could see the angles of his jawline. He was handsome, she thought once more to herself. Then she looked away before Emmrich could catch her staring. Yes, Mylene thought, she could be satisfied with his companionship.

***

That afternoon, Mylene found herself at a high tea. Anthony was escorting her, and she was sweating buckets trying to play it cool. It took all her willpower not to slap him when he turned to her with his stupid, handsome face. She hated him truly, but she had to play it cool. She had discussed with Emmrich earlier what they should do. They would feign meeting for the first time today, then Emmrich would challenge Anthony to a duel for her hand. Mylene had assured him that Anthony was too much of a coward to actually fight him. Besides, Mylene thought it would be at least a little romantic for him to ask to duel Anthony. Or, at least onlookers might think so.

Mylene eyed the ring on her finger as Anthony went on and on about... well Mylene had not truly been paying attention. She stared into the middle distance, and nodded, and said "uh huh" at the right times. That seemed to satisfy Anthony. How she craved violence at this moment. Or a stiff drink. Maybe both. Maybe she could throw the drink in Anthony's face before delivering a blow to the family jewels. So many options, so little time. The carriage arrived soon enough to spare her from the details of the latest gladiator fight her fiance had watched, and she sighed in relief as he left the carriage to open the door for her. Mylene took his hand, pushing away thoughts of how nice it would be to freeze him to the spot.

Anthony led her to the front door, where they were greeted by a servant who took their cloaks. They made their way into the manor. For a moment, Mylene had to stare in awe at the high vaulted ceilings, the chandelier hanging in the entryway refracting a beautiful rainbow of light onto the ornately decorated walls. The manor was bustling already with chattering and laughter. Bellara looked up right as they entered, and jumped to her feet. She rushed over to her, giggling as she swept Mylene up in a tight embrace. Mylene smiled despite herself, hugging her friend back.

"I'm so glad you could make it!" Bellara said brightly, clasping one of Mylene's hands in her own when she pulled away.

"Is your brother around?" Anthony asked. Bellara shot Mylene a look with narrowed eyes before smiling at Anthony.

"I believe he's in the backyard with some other gentlemen," she said. Anthony nodded to both of them, then took his leave. "I can't believe you're marrying him!"

"Don't believe everything you hear." Mylene said with a wink. Bellara raised a brow, then led Mylene into one of the side rooms. She looked around to make sure no one else was there, then closed the door.

"Whatever could you mean by that?" Bellara crossed her arms, looking at Mylene expectantly.

"Oh please, Bellara, you can't keep a secret to save your life!" Mylene said. Bellara put a hand to her chest in mock offense, then rolled her eyes. "You'll just have to wait like everyone else," Mylene said. A thrill shot up her spine at the mental image of Emmrich dueling for her hand. Bellara was going to love this, it would be just like out of one of the serials she followed religiously. 

"You're such a tease!" Bellara said before pulling Mylene back into the hustle and bustle. Mylene mingled with the other ladies for a time while the gentlemen drank brandy and smoked cigars in another room. She looked up, and saw Emmrich entering the manor. Bellara leaned over to her, trying to discreetly point to him. "Who in the world is that? Have you ever seen him before?"

"No," Mylene said breathlessly as he made eye contact with her. A smile tugged at the corners of his lips, and Mylene felt faint. Bellara looked between the two of them with a smirk, then got to her feet and pulled Mylene up alongside her. She made her way to the front, then released Mylene's arm to curtsy to Emmrich. Mylene curtsied as well, making eye contact when she rose.

"Good afternoon, my lord," Bellara said. "I'm lady Bellara Lutare." She offered her hand, and Emmrich placed a light kiss to the back of it. "This is my friend, lady Mylene Mercar." Mylene offered her hand, and he took it in his gently before placing a soft kiss on the back of her hand. Oh Maker, she was in trouble.

"Good to meet you! I do apologize for barging in like this, I arrived in Minrathous just yesterday. A friend I made in town urged me to come, to make a proper introduction. My name is Emmrich Volkarin," he said.

"No need for apologies, my lord. The more the merrier! Please, make yourself at home." Bellara said, waving away his concern. "Come, you must take a turn with us in the garden. My family boasts quite an impressive garden, you know." She said as she took Mylene's arm. Mylene allowed Bellara to lead her without protest. "So, where do you hail from, your grace?" She asked as they emerged into bright daylight.

"Nevarra, my lady," Emmrich said. He walked at Mylene's side.

"Ah, but that is so far! What brings you to our fair city?" 

"Regretfully, I have not left Nevarra in quite some time. I am anxious to correct that fact," Emmrich said. 

"Well, you chose a wonderful time of year! The city is so green during the spring," Bellara said. Then she waved at another lady, who raised a glass in greeting. "Please excuse me, I should be a good host and mingle." She departed, aiming a sly wink at Mylene as she did so. Mylene looked to the sky, and prayed to the Maker for strength. Emmrich offered his arm to her, and she took it, trying not to hold on for dear life.

"I must admit, I'm nervous," she said. Emmrich put his free hand over hers, and squeezed.

"As am I," he said. "I'm glad I'm not the only one." Mylene chuckled. After they had been walking for a few minutes, she saw Anthony eyeing her with a frown. She could feel his stare on her back, and a few moments later Anthony made his way over, flanked by cronies.

"My lady, do you not feel it is improper to be escorted by another man?" He said with a smirk. Mylene clutched Emmrich's arm tightly. Who was he to speak of impropriety? 

"Surely you, a man loose in the haft, would know a great deal about behaving in that manner," she said. He glared at her when his cronies snickered. They were silenced with a venomous look from Anthony, then he turned and stormed over to her and Emmrich.

"I will not have it," he said. Then he wrenched her hand off Emmrich's arm, and Mylene cried out in surprise. She attempted to pull her hand away, but he held on with an iron grip.

"You will not treat a lady this way," Emmrich said. Anthony sneered at him, pulling Mylene closer.

"And what will you do about it? She's my fiance, I can do what I like." Mylene recoiled away from him, flushing when she realized they had drawn the stares of many curious onlookers.

"Then I would duel you for her hand," Emmrich said. That drew murmurs from the crowd. Anthony puffed his chest.

"I accept," he said. Oh shit. He wasn't supposed to say yes! All the color drained from her face as she made eye contact with Emmrich, then mouthed sorry to him. He only shook his head, a smile playing across his features. "In a half hour, we will duel in the field behind this manor." He pointed over the garden hedge.

"Very well," Emmrich said. Anthony pulled Mylene away, through the crowd that had gathered and was now buzzing with excitement.

"You're hurting me," Mylene said. Anthony only gripped her arm tighter as he led her into an empty room inside the Lutare manor.

"What were you thinking?" He hissed, jabbing a finger in her sternum. Mylene batted his hand away.

"I was simply mingling with him! You didn't have to interfere like that." She pointed a finger in his face.

"Mingling?" He scoffed. "You were practically ogling the man!"

"Don't start with me," she said. He grabbed her hand once more, and she snapped. "I know all about your little affair baby," she hissed. The color drained from his face. "Oh yes, I overheard you and Tilly last night. I will be glad to be rid of you." She jabbed her finger into his chest to punctuate her sentence. She turned to leave, when he grabbed her hand. She used her magic to send frost curling around his fingers as a warning. He cursed, then dropped her hand. Mylene made her way out of the manor, feeling the stares of high society following her as she retreated to the hedge maze in the Lutare manor garden.

She tried to steady her breathing as she finally found privacy behind the hedges. Oh Maker, she was in trouble. Emmrich was in trouble! Anthony may have been a skirt chaser and a scoundrel, but he was a gifted mage as well. She started hyperventilating as her mind conjured images of Emmrich bloodied on the ground. Oh Maker, what had she done? She jumped when she felt a hand on her shoulder, then wiped tears as she looked up at Bellara. Bellara got to her knees, and gave her a hug.

"You sure are the talk of the town today!" She said with a laugh, squeezing Mylene tightly.

"I've made a huge mistake!" Mylene said, tears streaming down her face.

"I'm sure Lord Volkarin wouldn't have challenged him if he had no magical talent." Bellara reassured her. But Emmrich hadn't known that he would say yes! Bellara pulled away, and wiped Mylene's tears with her gloved hand. "Everything will be alright. Who knows, maybe you won't have to marry that pig of a man after all."

"I hope so," Mylene said. Bellara squeezed her shoulder, then got to her feet. She offered Mylene a hand up, which she took. She took a steadying breath, and allowed Bellara to take her arm. They walked arm in arm out of the hedge maze. A crowd was slowly but surely filtering out of the back gate, to the field Anthony had set as the spot for the duel. Mylene and Bellara followed the crowd. Bellara pushed their way to the front, and Mylene's heart jumped when she saw Emmrich. He had removed his overcoat, and rolled the sleeves of his white button up to the elbow. On his collar there was a gold skull pin with a chain to the other collar, connecting to another skull. His face was a mask of calm as he twirled a staff around. Anthony was on the other side of the field with his buddies, who were hyping him up. Anthony checked his pocket watch, smirked, and took his staff from one of his cronies. He turned to Emmrich with his shoulders pushed back, and head held high.

"Lord Volkarin!" He exclaimed, twirling his staff with a flourish. One of his buddies stepped forward. "Lord Aquinas will count for us." He said. Emmrich only nodded, then walked to meet Anthony in the middle. They turned, so that they were back to back. Lord Aquinas started to count, and they stepped as each count rang out across the silent field. Suddenly, they turned. A flare of fire shot out from Anthony's staff, and Mylene held her breath. It bounced harmlessly off of Emmrich's barrier, and Mylene let out the breath she had been holding.

Emmrich brought his staff down, green necrotic energy radiating in a line from him to Anthony. Anthony yelped as he stepped out of the way, countering with a missile of ice. Emmrich's barrier absorbed it. Mylene was captivated by Emmrich's calm aura, how he could be so composed in the midst of a duel. She clutched Bellara's hand tightly. Emmrich side stepped a fireball, and twirled his staff above his head with a flourish. Suddenly, bony hands sprung from the earth to hold Anthony in their grasp. He cried out, and was forced to drop his staff. Emmrich strolled casually to him, as if he was taking in the view.

"Do you yield?" He said. Anthony glared at him, and spat on the ground in front of him.

"Take her for all I care! The bitch is frigid!" He yelled. The audience gasped, and started to murmur. Emmrich used the end of his staff to hit Anthony over the head hard. Anthony blinked, dazed by the impact. Mylene dropped Bellara's hand, and strode across the field. She took the ring from her finger, and threw it at Anthony's face. It bounced off harmlessly, and she spit at his feet. He only glared at her, a deep scowl marring his features.

"If I am frigid, it is because you are high on the instep! You don't know how to treat a lady, and I hope you remain alone and miserable for the rest of your life!" She said loudly enough for onlookers to hear. Her outburst only drew more whispers and stares.

"Shall we depart?" Emmrich asked her, putting his staff over one shoulder. He offered her his hand, and she took it. Mylene held tightly onto his arm as they went through the field, and back to the Lutare manor to get their belongings. Emmrich called for a carriage, and then helped her in when it arrived. She stared at him in wonder as the carriage sped along the streets of Minrathous.

"I must apologize," she said. Mylene clasped her hands together, worrying her lower lip between her teeth. "I did not realize he would say yes. I suppose he felt he had something to prove, with so many people watching. I'm glad you're alright." She looked up at him. "You are alright, aren't you?"

"My darling, I am fine," he said. Emmrich leaned forward, and took her hands in his. Mylene blushed at the endearment, her face growing hot. "That was not my first duel, you know."

"Oh? You must be a rake indeed, to be dueling on behalf of so many ladies." 

"Do I seem rakish to you, my lady?" He whispered. His face was so close to hers, she could see the specks of brown and green in his eyes.

"You do indeed, but in a good way." She whispered, holding his intense gaze. Their carriage lurched to a stop, as the driver yelled at someone to watch where they were going. Mylene fell forward, and Emmrich steadied her with a hand on her waist. Her face nestled into the crook of his neck, and her eyes widened when she realized the compromising position they had literally fallen into. She jumped back, clearing her throat as she settled into her seat. She saw his cheeks had flushed, and she had to look away. He smelled good. Sandalwood, cedar, and something citrusy. Maker preserve her. She wanted to kiss him, or maybe faint, or maybe both.

Mylene wondered why Emmrich of all people inspired such thoughts in her. She had never understood Bellara's boy crazy phase back when they were younger. She craved love, but didn't find herself wanting any of the men who approached her in Minrathous. There was something about Emmrich, and it made her crazy to think that this was all just an arrangement of convenience. They passed the rest of the ride in silence, until the carriage came to a stop in front of the Mercar estate. Emmrich helped Mylene out of the carriage, and they made their way inside.

"Would you care for refreshments?" She asked as she led him into a sitting room. He nodded, and she rang for a servant. Once the servant had taken her request, Mylene settled herself on a couch across from Emmrich. A few moments later, he stood, then knelt on one knee in front of her. He took a ring from his pocket, and looked up at her.

"I know you have already agreed to become my wife, but it seems only proper to ask you formally," he said. His thumb rubbed circles on her hand. "Lady Mylene, will you do me the honor of marrying me?" A thrill raced down her spine at hearing her name pour from his lips. She looked down at the ring. It was beautiful, especially compared to the gaudy monstrosity that Anthony had given her. It was a gold band, with black opals shaped like a flower surrounding a circular cut diamond. When the opals caught the light, they shone with a rainbow of color.

"I would like nothing more," she said. Emmrich smiled, squeezed her hand, and then slid the ring onto her finger. Mylene admired it for a moment, then Emmrich placed a gentle kiss on the back of her hand. At that moment, the servant came into the room. She gasped, then quickly placed a platter with tea, cups, and sugar on the table before quickly taking her leave. "I fear we will scandalize all of Minrathous by the time the day is over." Emmrich chuckled, then stood and made his way over to the other couch. Mylene suppressed her disappointment, and poured them both a cup of tea.

A few moments later, her father burst into the room and wiped sweat from his brow with a handkerchief.

"Mylene, I am so happy to see you both well!" He paused to take a deep breath. "I had heard while in the markets that Lord Volkarin was challenged to a duel. Since you are both hale, I am to understand that it went well?" His eyes locked onto the new ring on Mylene's finger.

"Indeed it did," Mylene said. She patted the spot next to her on the couch. "Sit, father! I will pour you some tea," she said. He obliged, and she handed him a cup of tea with just a little sugar and cream. 

"I suppose you and I have much to discuss," he said to Emmrich.

"We do, my lord," Emmrich said. He looked to Mylene, and she nodded. Her father took another few sips of tea, then stood.

"Shall we?" He motioned to the door. "We can discuss such matters in my study." Emmrich put his cup back on the tray, then followed her father to the door. He snuck one last look at her before leaving. Mylene sat in the parlor staring at the ring, almost feeling in shock. She slumped back, and laughed. Who would have thought that all this would happen to her? Mylene stood, and made her way to her room. She was suddenly overcome with a wave of exhaustion, and barely bothered to undo her corset before flinging herself into bed. Mylene fell into a deep sleep, dreaming of what her life may look like in Nevarra.

***

After a lengthy discussion of ceremonies and dowries came to an end, Emmrich shook Lord Mercar's hand.

"Before I take my leave, might I say goodbye to Lady Mercar?" Emmrich asked. Lord Mercar nodded, then called for a servant to guide him to Mylene's quarters. When they arrived, the servant knocked. She was a portly, older woman with a complex braid of completely silver white hair. She opened the door after there was no response, and Emmrich saw Mylene tangled in blankets, one hand hanging off the bed. Her hair was falling out of its braided updo, and her face was utterly serene. His heart skipped a beat when he saw her right hand tightly clutching onto the ring on her left hand.

"The poor dear, she has had so much on her mind lately," the maid said. 

"I shall take my leave then. Will you tell her I came to check on her?" He asked, and the maid nodded. Satisfied, Emmrich made his way to the front of the estate, then called for a carriage. Emmrich thought back to their moment in the carriage despite himself, and scrubbed a hand down his face. She was... well she was very beautiful. Emmrich had been wooed in the past, and had attempted to woo ladies. It was not as if he had no passions whatsoever, it was just that nothing ever seemed to work out. He hoped that Mylene would not realize that he was getting the better end of the deal.

When Emmrich arrived back at the inn he was staying in, he penned a letter to his father with news of his upcoming nuptials. He was sure his father would be surprised at how quickly he had been able to secure a match. Perhaps it was a sign, Emmrich thought. Perhaps it was fated. Emmrich tried to rid himself of such fanciful thoughts. His thoughts quickly turned to Mylene. She had beautiful locks of curly, raven black hair. Her green eyes had flecks of gold if you looked closely, and were framed by dark lashes. She had a cute button nose, and rosy cheeks. He wanted to hold her close. He wanted much more than that.

Emmrich addressed the letter to his father, then stood. He was not a teenager, for the Maker's sake, and he should be more dignified about this. Emmrich went for a walk on the seaside after posting the letter. He was happy, and scared, and excited. He thought again about Mylene holding the ring, and he smiled. Emmrich closed his eyes as he felt the cool breeze on his face. Maybe things would work out after all.

***

Days passed, and Mylene had found herself entertaining more guests than she ever expected. Most of them were simply gossips, who wanted all the juicy details on her engagement to Emmrich. They cooed over her ring, and peppered her with questions. Her only reprieve was Emmrich's daily visit, where they would walk through the gardens together. Tonight was the first ball of the season, and Mylene was getting her hair done by Karina. Karina wove live flowers into her hair, styling her mass of unruly hair into an elegant updo. However Karina had figured out how to tame her hair, Mylene owed her for it.

"Karina, will you come with me when I marry?" She asked. Karina smiled, catching her eye in the mirror.

"Of course, my lady." Mylene smiled back. It hit her, in that moment, that she would be leaving everything behind when she departed for Nevarra. Preparations had already been set in motion. In two weeks, she would be marrying Emmrich here in Minrathous. Bellara had graciously offered them the grounds of the Lutare estate for the ceremony and reception, which Mylene had taken her up on. She had already been to one fitting for her dress, and had put much thought into her flowers. It was all happening so quickly, Mylene felt as though she ate and breathed wedding plans.

Her father had finally gotten the identity of Anthony's lover out of Mylene after assuring her no harm would come to her. Tilly had been sent away with a sizeable amount of coin to stay with family in a different city. Mylene hoped it would be enough to help her. A sense of melancholy washed over her as she realized that she would be leaving behind her dear father, and all her friends. Her lip quivered, and she wiped away a tear.

"Whatever is wrong, my lady?" Karina asked.

"I'm going to miss everyone," she said.

"Oh, my dear, it will be different, but it will be okay." Karina squeezed her shoulder reassuringly, and Mylene nodded. 

"I know I am being silly, but I cannot help it! Minrathous is all I've ever known," Mylene said.

"It is not silly, my lady. Nevarra is quite far, and there will be many changes. Most of them will be good changes, you will be the mistress of your own fine house." Karina pointed out, going back to the delicate arrangement of her hair. "You will have freedom as a married woman that you have not known. Besides, I am confident you shall make new friends."

"You're right, of course," Mylene said. She pictured how it would feel to be truly in control of her own life. She could hardly imagine it. Her whole life, she had been the pride and joy of House Mercar. Since her mother had died giving birth to her, Mylene's father had treated her as a princess and given her everything she could possibly need. Of course, that carried with it the weight of expectation. She had gone to the circle and focused on her studies intensely for such a young girl, because the thought of letting down her father had been tantamount to catastrophe.

She had been expected to marry well, and give her father lots of grandchildren to fuss over. Despite her wishes, she had been engaged to Anthony due to his status and influence. She had gone along with all these things, if only to please her father. Now, she had finally taken a step to control her own destiny. Whatever the results of this marriage to Emmrich, she had walked into it with open eyes. That was more than could be said for anything else in her life.

"Are you happy, my lady? With Lord Volkarin, I mean. I must admit I have worried for you, given that we know nothing about him." Karina fretted. Karina had been her lady in waiting since she was a baby, had raised her alongside Mylene's father. "Then I saw how he dotes on you, and that set my mind at ease," she said.

"I am happy. Much happier than I was at the prospect of marrying Lord Gaius, at any rate," she said.

"I must say, I am relieved that you are not to wed that rake." Karina said with disdain. Mylene chuckled. She wondered if she should keep count of how many people had said the same thing. Bellara and Neve had both sent her letters expressing their relief that Emmrich had won her hand. She had heard her share of snide comments about Anthony over the past few days. She was glad to be free of him.

"As am I," Mylene said. Karina finished with her hair, then busied herself with Mylene's makeup. At last, Mylene was free. She stood, brushing her skirts before finding a suitable pair of gloves and bonnet. Emmrich had sent a note earlier, letting her know the color he would be wearing to the ball that night. She had picked out a matching, deep green gown. Finally, she made her way outside to meet her father. They arrived at the Gallus estate just as the sun was setting. A butler at the door took her cloak, bonnet, and gloves. She had every intention of showing off her ring tonight. Let Minrathous high society talk, she did not care.

When they entered, she scanned the room. Her eyes landed on Emmrich near the back of the room, speaking with a group of gentlemen. He met her gaze, and excused himself. He wore a double breasted coat made of velvet, that was a deep green hue. His vest was black, and he sported the same golden skull collar pins as always. When he approached, she smelled his cologne. He smelled of sandalwood, with hints of cedar and ocean spray. Maker preserve her. She curtsied to him, and he bowed to her. Then he shook hands with her father, who bid her goodbye shortly after to catch up with old friends.

Emmrich offered her his hand, and inclined his head to the dance floor.

"Might I have this dance?"

"You may," she said. Mylene was aware that people were staring at her as she took to the floor with Emmrich. Her heart skipped a beat when his hand settled on her waist confidently. She placed her left hand on his chest near his neck. They clasped hands, and the band began to play. She fell into step with him easily. She remembered her clumsy attempts at dancing with Anthony, and how he had stepped on her feet often. Things were easier with Emmrich. She could tell he had a kind of confidence instilled within him, which put her at ease.

"People are staring," Emmrich leaned close to her to whisper. Mylene flushed. It was true. She knew it was true, but she didn't want to think about how her love life (or lack thereof) was the hot new gossip in town.

"Smile for the people, darling," she joked. He chuckled. He lifted her for a twirl effortlessly, setting her down with caution. When they danced, it was as if all the onlookers melted away. All she focused on was him, and he returned her attention with a heavy stare. When the dance ended, they bowed to each other before leaving the dance floor arm in arm. Neve was there with champagne, which Mylene accepted readily.

"I suppose I owe you both my sincere congratulations," she said.

"Thank you, my lady. I do not believe we have been introduced," Emmrich said.

"Oh, my apologies! Lord Volkarin, this is my dearest friend, Lady Neve Gallus," Mylene said. They bowed to each other.

"Pleased to meet you, Lord Volkarin."

"The pleasure is mine," Emmrich said. Neve shot Mylene a wink, and Mylene rolled her eyes. 

"Now, I'm not going to give you the shovel talk. I'm sure you've gotten plenty of that from Lord Mercar," Neve said. Emmrich laughed, and Mylene flushed in embarrassment. Her father was overprotective but at times... over the top. He looked at her, and she mouthed sorry to him. He just smiled. "But you should know that I have many connections." Her face went suddenly serious, and she held Emmrich's gaze confidently.

"Believe me, I understand," Emmrich said. Neve relaxed, then called over a butler for more champagne.

"To the happy couple." Neve said as a toast. Mylene toasted, and took a sip happily. Emmrich was pulled away from her shortly thereafter by curious townspeople, who wanted to get to know the new Lord Volkarin better. She caught his eyes from across the room, and they twinkled in the candlelight when they saw her. Which could mean nothing, of course. The night was passed in the company of her friends, and a stolen dance with Emmrich when she could pull him away from gossips and curious townspeople. Mylene was happy to pass the night in this way, suddenly feeling hope for the future for the first time in a very long time.

***

A few days later, Mylene was accompanied by Karina at the markets. Neve's birthday was approaching shortly before Mylene was to be married. She wanted to make it special, after all she owed Neve so much. She was considering a sheaf of premium paper, or a new and fancy quill that required no inkpot. Instead, there was a cartridge inside that replenished the ink. Mylene was fascinated by it, and decided she would pick up one for herself even if she went with a different present for Neve. Her musings were interrupted by someone clearing her throat.

Mylene turned, adjusting her bonnet as she did so. A few of the flowers had grown loose, and she carefully tucked them back into place as she saw who was calling for her attention. She tried very hard to control her facial expression as she saw a familiar redheaded woman. What could Aelia possibly want with her?

"Lady Janus, good day," she said with a small curtsy. Aelia curtsied to her as well, then looked at her with cool indifference.

"Lady Mercar, good day to you as well," she said. Her voice was a carefully controlled monotone calm. It set Mylene's teeth on edge. "I found myself wishing to congratulate you on your recent engagement to Lord Volkarin."

"Thank you, my lady," Mylene said. She smiled with gritted teeth. "You must forgive me, but I am in search of a present for a special friend of mine."

"Of course," she said. Aelia curtsied once more, and Mylene followed suit. Aelia then moved on with a gaggle of servants following behind her. Mylene shot a bewildered look at Karina, who was regarding Aelia with narrowed eyes and a deep frown. She continued to look around the market, racking her brain as to what Aelia could have possibly been looking to gain from that. Many years ago, when they were still teenagers, Aelia, Neve, and Mylene were an inseparable trio. That was, until Aelia became engaged to Mylene's long term crush.

She had cried to Aelia, asking her why she would steal away her crush. Aelia had only smirked, and said it wasn't her fault that Alexander liked her better. It wasn't her fault she was so beautiful, and Mylene was so gangly. The words had hit hard, and Mylene decided she would never consider Aelia a friend again. Neve sided with Mylene, and the rest was history. Aelia was a social climber, and found new friends soon enough. Mylene had a bad feeling in the pit of his stomach. Whatever Aelia was up to, it wouldn't be good. Mylene was sure of that.

***

Mylene stared at herself in the floor length mirror. Karina and a few of her assistants were putting final touches on her wedding gown. Mylene almost didn't recognize herself, and touched her cheek. Surely the beautiful woman in the mirror was not her, was it?

"Is that truly me?" She asked. Karina looked up at her in the mirror, and nodded with a wide grin. "This gown is utterly gorgeous, you are a true artist," she said. Karina flushed with pride. After a few minutes, Karina rose to her foot and shooed away the other maids. She went to Mylene's closet, then returned with a veil. She fixed it with some pins in Mylene's hair, then pulled Mylene into a sideways hug.

"You are the most beautiful bride," Karina said. She wiped away a tear from her eyes, and Mylene squeezed her shoulder. Karina stepped away, so Mylene could admire her appearance. The gown was floor length, and a slightly pink tinged hue of white. The sleeves were set off the shoulder and puffy. Long lace sleeves came from under the cap sleeves, where they fastened around her middle finger with a small loop of fabric. The bodice had a large black opal at the center of the v shaped neckline to match her ring. Surrounding the opal was a lace rosette. The bodice had a basque waistline. The skirt was floor length, and had the silhouette of a princess ball gown. The skirt sparkled in the light. Woven into the fabric were pearls and small crystals that made her look like a sparkling chandelier. The veil came down to her waist. It was a delicate material, with flowers in the lace on the edges so that they framed her face. Mylene had never felt more beautiful in her entire life.

"Thank you." She embraced Karina. Karina hugged her tightly. In just a week, she was to be married. In just a week, her life would change forever, and she was ready for it.

***

Emmrich was surprised to meet yet another townsperson the morning before his wedding. He was set to meet Mylene at the Lutare mansion in a few hours to finalize all the details. He had been having a cup of tea along with breakfast, when a redheaded woman dressed in a dramatically detailed black dress came up to him.

"Forgive the intrusion, but I was wondering if you are the famous Lord Volkarin," she said. 

"I am, though I find myself at a disadvantage," he said.

"I am Lady Aelia Janus," she said. "May I?" She pointed to the seat. Emmrich stood, then pulled the chair out for Aelia. He then settled back into his chair, and motioned to the teapot. She nodded, and he poured a cup for her.

"What curiosites bring you to me today?" He said, trying to keep his tone light. In truth, Emmrich was tiring of all the questions about his homeland. Then there were even more questions when the public had found out he was a necromancer with the Mourn Watch. Questions from his soon to be wife, he treasured. Endless questions (all the same questions, Maker preserve him) from random people in the market, he barely tolerated. Emmrich thanked his lucky stars that they were to be wed tomorrow.

"I fear I have no sensational questions about your time as a Mourn Watcher, my lord." She leaned in closer, a sly smile playing on her lips. "I have questions of a more personal nature."

"Is that so?" Emmrich's brow shot up. She nodded, then added sugar and milk to her cup before taking a long drink. She was leisurely in her motions, in no great hurry. Emmrich wondered at her reasoning for all this showmanship.

"Indeed, my lord," she said finally after putting her cup back on the saucer. Deep red lipstick stained the ceramic, and there was a spot of lipstick on her front tooth that Emmrich couldn't stop looking at when she spoke. "Did Lady Mercar tell you that we were dear friends once?" She asked. Emmrich shook his head. He had never heard this woman's name from Mylene's lips, and he wondered what she was playing it. "You see, I was an awful friend. I knew she had a crush on the man who is now my husband. I pursued him for the thrill, and in doing so I irrevocably shattered a relationship with my dearly beloved Mylene." She brushed a tear from her cheek, and sighed.

"I take it you wish to make amends now?" He asked. Aelia took a moment to compose herself, then nodded.

"My lord, I would do much to get back in her good graces." She said. "Forgive my impropriety, your grace. If you could perhaps say something to her, I would be forever grateful."

"Of course," Emmrich said. He wondered again what she was playing at. Everything seemed too calculated. From her perfectly coiffed hair, to the singular tear coming at the right time. Yes, he would certainly tell Mylene of this, but probably not in the way Aelia wanted.

"Thank you so much, my lord," she said. "I won't disturb you any longer." With that Aelia stood, and curtsied. Emmrich bowed his head slightly, and she took her leave. Emmrich finished his breakfast, then began readying himself for the last bit of wedding planning. There was an anxious, yet excited feeling creeping up his spine. He had never believed in butterflies, until now. A few hours later, after finishing up correspondences to his father and other friends in Nevarra, Emmrich made his way outside and hailed a carriage.

When he arrived at the Lutare estate, Mylene was waiting for him in the parlor. She was talking excitedly with Bellara. The light glinted off her dark hair, and her eyes were set alight by the morning sun. Emmrich felt the butterflies returning, and smoothed down his hair before walking into the parlor.

"Good morning," he said. Both girls shot to their feet, and curtsied to him. He bowed, and then Mylene made her way over to him.

"Good timing! We were just about to go out to the greenhouse to decide on last minute decorations," she said. Emmrich offered her his arm, and Bellara led them into the beautifully manicured garden. A greenhouse was on the far side of the estate, and they walked down a gravel path to get to it. Inside, servants were sweeping up fallen leaves, hanging decorations, and arranging chairs for the ceremony. A pair of servants were weaving fresh flowers around a metal arch where they would be exchanging vows.

"Do you both like it?" Bellara asked shyly.

"It's beautiful, Lady Lutare. My most sincere gratitude goes to you," Emmrich said. He looked up in awe at the beautiful spheres of delicate candlelight that had been spelled into the ceiling. They floated around on gentle breezes, casting a warm glow around the greenhouse. Bellara smiled widely.

"Yes, thank you so much for all your help," Mylene said. They continued around the estate, deciding on the seating chart and placement of tables and the live orchestra Bellara had insisted on hiring as a gift. Finally, Bellara left them to attend to a servant with a list of errands to run in the market. Mylene was walking around the garden, smoothing over a tablecloth with her hand.

"Lady Mercar," he said. Mylene looked up as he approached. "I do have something to tell you."

"Don't tell me, you have a wife hidden in your attic?" Mylene said with a smirk. Emmrich simply laughed, and she smiled brilliantly.

"Nothing of the sort, I assure you. A former friend of yours, a Lady Janus, came to me this morning with a sob story that she had deeply wronged you." He studied the play of emotions on Mylene's face as he said this. Irritation turned to confusion turned to anger. Her beautiful green eyes were stormy, and Emmrich wanted nothing more than to reach out and touch her face in that moment. 

"What in the world is she playing at?" Mylene wondered aloud. "We have not spoken in ten years, not since I was a teenager."

"I have less of an advantage than you do at sussing out her motives, my darling."

"I know what I'll do," Mylene said. "I should like to extend her an invitation to the after party at my estate. I am sure any plot she has will be revealed readily in that circumstance."

"Dearest, are you sure?" Mylene flushed at the term of endearment. Maker, she was adorable. Then she nodded. "We do not have to respond to this, you know that right?"

"Yes, of course. I'm terribly curious, I must admit," she said. "Thank you for telling me." Emmrich nodded to her, and at this Mylene changed the subject and started fretting over the seating chart. Emmrich took it in stride, and took his cue from Mylene.

***

Mylene had a letter delivered to Aelia's estate yesterday. She had written flowery prose saying how touched she was to hear from her old friend after all this time. The bait was set. Mylene only had to see what the outcome would be. She had then sent a letter to Neve explaining the trap, hoping to have the investigator's keen eyes on Aelia tomorrow. She knew Neve was protective over her ever since the whole thing with Aelia and Alexander, and she was putting all her chips on Neve's instincts.

Mylene watched Karina doing her hair in an intricate braided style. Karina left half of her hair down to show off her curls, and the top half was being braided in a complex coif. Woven into her hair were flowers, pearls, and various gems to catch the light. Another servant was doing her makeup. Mylene had chosen a deep red lipstick, and had asked for makeup that emphasized her beauty while minimizing flaws. She stared off in Karina's direction, trying not to rip at her nails. Karina had painted them last night a beautiful pearlescent white with gems on the middle nail of each finger. Mylene dared not mess up Karina's careful work, settling instead of fiddling with the engagement ring on her finger.

In a matter of hours, she was to be Mylene Volkarin. Tomorrow, she would be on a ship bound for Nevarra to spend the rest of her life with a man she had only known for a few weeks. Maker preserve her. The servant doing her makeup bade her to take a look, and she gasped as she took in her appearance. A blush complimenting her skin tone was spread across her cheeks, swept up to her brow bone and over her nose. There was a sparkling, shimmery tint on her cheeks and nose. Her eyeshadow had been done in soft pinks and golds, with a minimal cat eye liner in brown. Her eyelashes were voluminous. The red lipstick tied it all together, and she smiled with gratitude to the servant.

"Thank you," she said. The servant packed their supplies, then left. A few minutes later, Karina had finished her hair. A few curls had been left to frame her face. Her hair was braided in a crown across her head. The shiny gems and pearls caught the light, while the flowers left a light and floral scent where they sat in the braid. The rest of her hair was shiny, and curled just right. "I truly do not know what I would do without you," Mylene said. Karina hugged her, careful not to disturb her hair or makeup. Mylene stood, ready to put on her gown. She stepped out of her dressing robe, then readied herself for the complex process of donning her gown. Finally, she was laced in and the veil was pinned securely in her hair in such a way that it did not disturb the hairstyle Karina had spent so much time on.

Karina reached for a vase, then pulled out Mylene's bouquet and dried the stems with her apron. She handed it over, then pulled Mylene to a full length mirror.

"You are ready," she said. Mylene looked every bit a blushing bride, holding her bouquet of forget me nots, white lilies, and blue hydrangeas. 

"I'm ready," Mylene whispered. She was then led to a carriage pulled by white horses, and the back of the carriage was decorated to proclaim she was just married. The carriage took her to the Lutare estate. She was greeted by her father, who was dressed in a smart suit of deep blue fabric and a white hydrangea accompanied by a gold pocket square. He dabbed his eyes with a handkerchief when she stepped out of the carriage. He embraced her, and she tried her best not to cry.

"Oh, my dear child, you are the most beautiful bride in all of Thedas." Her father whispered to her, and squeezed her tighter. Karina protested, imploring her father not to mess up her hair or dress. Her father chuckled, then released her. "Are you ready?" To this, Mylene nodded. He guided her to the greenhouse, and Karina held her skirts so they would not get muddied on the gravel path. Mylene took a deep breath as Karina went inside to signal the orchestra. A few moments later, she heard the wedding march begin to play. Her father squeezed her arm, then took her into the greenhouse.

The greenhouse was a scene from a painting. Above her, the exquisite candlelit mage lights hovered in a gentle breeze. On the ceiling there was a scene of stars displayed with the constellations changing at a slow pace. Mage conjured clouds swayed along with the lights in a gentle breeze. The greenhouse was dimmed, but in a way that made the atmosphere romantic. The white roses had been coaxed into bloom, and their sweet smell permeated the air. Delicately crafted paper butterflies of all colors flitted around the greenhouse lazily. Eyes were on her as guests stood when she approached the aisle.

Mylene looked down the aisle to her soon to be husband. Emmrich was dressed in a green velvet suit coat with tails. His vest was shiny with paisley details. On his white undershirt, he sported a fancier version of his gold skull collar pins. Maker preserve her. He took a handkerchief out to dab his eyes at her approach, and Mylene found herself having to conceal her tears as well. Finally, she arrived at the end of the aisle. Her father hugged her, then took Emmrich's hand and joined it with Mylene's. Mylene's heart skipped a beat when her hand touched Emmrich's. Her father whispered something to Emmrich, which made him smile and squeeze her father's shoulder. Finally, they stood face to face at the altar. Mylene reached behind her, handing her flowers to Neve. Neve and Bellara were absolutely beaming as they stood by her side. Emmrich's friends from the Mourn Watch had sailed all the way to Minrathous to be there. Mylene tried not be intimidated by the skeleton in a long cloak standing next to what seemed to be a perfectly normal human woman. At least the skeleton had a bowtie affixed to his cloak. Well, Mylene thought, she was marrying a necromancer.

She turned back to Emmrich, and they stood hand in hand. The orchestra stopped playing, and the Chantry Mother looked between the two of them with a wistful smile.

"Dearly beloved, we are gathered here today..." Mylene tuned out the Chantry Mother as she looked at Emmrich. Maker, she could get lost in his eyes for days. Suddenly, she was brought out of her reverie by Emmrich taking out a folded paper from his suit pocket. He cleared his throat, and Mylene looked at him intently.

"I am so very fortunate to have met you. I feel as though you and I were destined to meet," he said. He paused to look up at Mylene, and she squeezed his hand. "You are the most beautiful woman I have ever met. Today, you are utterly radiant." Mylene's heart fluttered. "You are also among the kindest, and funniest people I have had the pleasure of knowing. It honors me to know that you have chosen me as a husband. I vow to honor you, protect you, and keep you at my side in sickness and in health." The Chantry Mother then looked to Mylene expectantly, and she turned to Bellara. Bellara produced a paper for Mylene, and she mouthed a thank you to Bellara who only grinned in return.

"It's going to be tough to follow that up," Mylene said. Emmrich chuckled, and Mylene heard some laughter from the audience. Her stomach was doing flips, and she was glad she had followed Karina's advice to only eat a piece of toast as her breakfast that morning. "I am honored to take my place as your viscountess. I could not think of anything I would like more in this world, to be perfectly truthful. You entered my life during a time I was hopeless and felt truly helpless. Then, I saw you, and everything changed. I aspire to be the best viscountess I can be, as a thank you for breaking me out of my melancholic reverie. I vow to honor you, to be your faithful companion, and to be at your side in sickness and in health."

She had written the vows in a daze last night, with the help of her editors Neve and Bellara. It had been Neve who had drunkenly asked her what she was writing in her vows, which was when Mylene remembered they had chosen to write their own vows as a final flourish. Through a haze of alcohol and some tea Bellara claimed would be relaxing but actually made the walls breathe, they had done a damn good job. The Chantry Mother went through the last of the ceremony, and they exchanged rings. Finally, the Chantry Mother proclaimed that Lord Volkarin could kiss his bride. Oh Maker, Mylene had forgotten that also. 

Emmrich carefully approached, and lifted her veil. He gave her a smile, then cupped her face in his hands. The cool metal of his rings was soothing against her flushed skin, and he moved slowly to close the gap between them. Mylene put her hands on his chest in a daze. When their lips met, Mylene thought she could stop breathing if she wasn't careful. His lips were soft, and he took the lead of their kiss. Mylene realized she had never kissed anyone before. Anthony had tried to steal many kisses, but she had always come up with a reason why it wasn't the right time. She had never been kissed, but Maker she could do with some practice if this was what it was like.

He pulled away from her with half lidded eyes. His eyes flickered down to her lips, and she blushed even harder. The sounds of clapping startled Mylene out of the moment, and she looked to see their guests standing and cheering. Emmrich guided her down the aisle, and they made their way through the estate grounds to the garden where the reception would take place. The orchestra had moved over to the garden during the ceremony, and they began to play when they saw Emmrich and Mylene.

They waited for their guests to arrive, then took to the dance floor for their first dance as a married couple. Emmrich put a hand on her waist, and she put a hand on his chest. He guided her through the dance expertly. Mylene felt like she was floating. Like she was in a dream she never wanted to wake from.

"That was my first kiss." Mylene blurted suddenly. Emmrich's eyebrows raised impossible high, his mouth agape. Maker preserve her, why did she just say that without even thinking? Mylene wanted to crawl into a hole and die. She wanted to simply disappear and pretend that this had never happened.

"I am honored," he said. Mylene blushed even deeper, and he smiled. "I hope it was enjoyable?"

"You need not worry about your skill, your grace." Mylene teased, and he laughed.

"There is no need to refer to me so formally. You are my wife, you may call me Emmrich," he said.

"O-okay," Mylene stuttered. "You should call me Mylene, then."

"We are agreed," he said. Their first dance came to an end. Mylene went to the orchestra, and asked them to play an upbeat tune. She met Emmrich on the dance floor, then looked out at the crowd.

"We'd like to ask you all to join us!" She said, motioning to the practically empty dance floor. Couples made their way to the floor. Mylene motioned for the orchestra to begin. They danced to two more songs, then Mylene excused herself for a drink. Emmrich followed, and they toasted their drinks. Her father found her soon after, and they sat and chatted for a while. Her father made a toast, wishing her happiness. It was a fairytale. Mylene was half convinced she would wake up and realize none of it was real. The night went on, and before Mylene knew it, it was time for their after party. The ceremony and reception had been intended for their closest friends and loved ones, while the after party was meant as a large party for anyone who knew them to come celebrate.

When she arrived at the Mercar Estate, she immediately followed Karina to her room to change. She had a sleeker dress picked out for the reception. To match Emmrich, she had a velvet forest green dress. The dress was pinstriped with black, and hidden in the pattern were small black skulls that shined in the light. Her hair was taken out of its complex braid, and Karina pinned some of the flowers and gems throughout her hair so they would catch the light and leave a light perfume wherever she walked.

Karina led her to the ballroom, where she joined Emmrich at the top of the stairs. Her father announced their arrival, and they made their way down the stairs hand in hand.

"You look incredible," Emmrich said. He had ditched the suit coat, and his tie was loosened. His face had a fine flush to it, as he had indulged in some champagne at the reception. Mylene smiled at him, and squeezed his hand. They danced to a few songs, then Mylene took advantage of some of the snacks in the rather impressive spread her father had organized for the party. As she snacked on charcuterie, she spotted Aelia across the dance floor. Ah shit, she had forgotten she'd done this. What a fool she had been. What a trap she had set for herself as well as Aelia. She saw Neve watching her carefully, half hidden behind a pillar. Aelia smiled, and raised a glass to her. Mylene followed suit. When Mylene turned back, Aelia was gone. "My darling, I will be back. I think I should have some water and try to cool down." Emmrich bent down to whisper in her ear.

"Hurry back," she said. Emmrich nodded obligingly. Then he plucked a glass of water from a waiter's serving tray, and made his way into the hall. A few minutes later, Neve approached her.

"Follow me," she said. Sensing that Aelia had done something, Mylene obliged. She followed Neve as quietly as she could into the hall. They crept up the hall until they came to a set of double doors that led out to the porch. Neve motioned for her to stop, and she cracked the door open so they could hear. Mylene peered around the corner, and her heart dropped. Aelia was pinning Emmrich to the railing. Then she took a second look, and saw Emmrich's uncomfortable expression and the way he held his hands straight up in the air.

"I could be a perfect mistress for you." Aelia purred as she traced a hand down his cheek. Emmrich flinched away, and rage boiled in Mylene's gut. "You can't deny you want me, I know I am much more beautiful in comparison to a bracket faced scullery maid like Mylene."

"Please get off me," Emmrich said. Aelia pressed closer. Emmrich finally pushed her away, and took a deep breath. "If you do not stop I will ask you to leave, Lady Janus."

"Aw, what's wrong? There's nothing to be shy about. Men want me, I know this," Aelia said. She crossed her arms and pouted. Finally, Mylene knew she had to make her move. She walked out onto the porch, slow clapping as she did. Aelia turned and faced her, as pale as a ghost.

"The years go on, but you are still the same teenage girl telling Canterbury Tales," she said. Aelia wrung her hands, tears springing to her eyes.

"I swear, it is not what it seems!" She cried.

"You lie, as you always do. What would your husband think, I wonder? Surely this is not the first time you have done something like this." Mylene cocked a brow, glaring daggers at Aelia. "You should go before I lose my temper." She said. Aelia rushed past her, shoulder checking her as she went.

"Mylene, my darling, I am so sorry," Emmrich said. Mylene saw Neve following Aelia out of the corner of her eye, but she stepped closer to Emmrich. "I came out here for a break, and I didn't know she would follow."

"You have nothing to be sorry for," she said. She reached out, and squeezed his arm. "I should have kept a better eye on her."

"You couldn't have known she's such a... such a tramp!" He said indignantly. "I can't believe she attempted to steal two of the people you liked! The nerve!"

"It's really okay," she said. "If she hadn't stolen my first crush, we would not be married. I want to be married to you," Mylene said. Emmrich's eyes softened, and he kissed her forehead softly. "Shall we head back inside?"

"Yes indeed. Our guests will be missing us," Emmrich said. Mylene nodded, and they went back to the party arm in arm. They made small talk with their guests for some time, until Mylene saw Neve beckoning her from across the room. She made her excuses, then went to talk to Neve. In a dark corner of the room, Neve handed her champagne.

"What on earth did you say to her?" Mylene asked before taking a long drink.

"I told her that if she dared to show her face anywhere near you I would have her long history of affairs publicly revealed." Neve said with a chuckle.

"You're my hero," Mylene said. Neve toasted her, then they took to the dance floor to join the group. She met Emmrich on the dance floor once more, and they waltzed before taking a break. Finally, Mylene went to sit with a group of girls she had gone to the circle with on a chaise lounge. Her eyes grew heavy, and she fell asleep. She was awoken (hopefully) not long after she fell asleep by Bellara.

"Let's find your dear husband," Bellara said. Mylene said her goodbyes to her old friends, then followed Bellara. They found her husband in conversation with her father. Bellara whispered something to Emmrich, and he took her by the hand.

"Let us go to bed, my dear," he said. "We've nearly partied the night away!" He said, motioning to the windows. The beginning of dawn was beginning to filter into the ballroom. The two of them stood on the landing of the stairs, and Mylene used magic to amplify their voices.

"Thank you everyone for celebrating with us tonight! We will be retiring now. Please feel free to stay as long as you wish, our home is open to you." Mylene said.

"And if anyone needs a place to stay for the night, there is a guest wing for all of you. Good night everyone!" Emmrich said. They waved to their guests, and Mylene dropped the enchantment. They made their way upstairs to Mylene's room. As they approached, Emmrich stopped. Mylene turned to him, then he lifted her from her feet in a bridal hold. Mylene giggled, and he carried her into the room. He set her carefully down when they crossed the threshold, then helped her out of her dress. Mylene blushed when his eyes roved her body, but she wanted him to look. Maker preserve her.

"I'm nervous," she said.

"My darling, we needn't do a thing. I will go at your pace," he said. Mylene felt a rush of relief, then got on her tiptoes to kiss his cheek. She helped him out of his outfit, and took in his body. He was not overly built, but he was slim and toned. This was the first time she had seen him without his jewelry, and it was odd. He was good looking, though, and she quickly got over it. She dressed in a nightgown, and he put on an oversized comfy shirt to sleep in. Mylene removed her makeup, and the ornaments in her hair with Emmrich's help.She got in bed on her usual (the superior left side), and turned off the lights.

At first, she lay stiffly on her back. Then she felt Emmrich turn to his side to face her, and she followed suit.

"Good night, my darling," he said.

"Good night dear," she said. She felt a thrill go up her spine as she addressed him with such an endearment. She closed her eyes. In a few precious hours, she would be on a ship bound for Nevarra and her new life. Once they arrived, they would have another ceremony to honor Emmrich's family and friends who could not make the journey to Minrathous. She was elated to meet them, and promised herself to speak more with Myrna and Vorgoth on the ship back. She wondered if they'd like her. She hoped she'd like them. Mylene drifted off to sleep with hopes for the future, and more than anything, hopes that her husband may one day feel for her as she did for him.