The midnight of the wedding her husband didn't come to her chamber, Yizla felt empty within the rich filled chamber, she just sat on silk sheets fumbling through them, when the door cracked open small footsteps reached towards her, she leaped to embrace her beloved girls, kissed them tears slipping down her face.
Perifene's dark orbs were watery, she was holding into her brother looking at her mother's mourning face and seeking to hold on to her sister Simpfene, comforting her with slight hands.
"Mother, why are crying?"
It scares us I wanna go back!
Cried Simpfene holding onto her mother's robe.
"I wanna go home, mommy!"
"This is your home from now dear."
Hushed Yizla picking her up, struggling to calm her down.
The starless night passed into the morning sun, there was no sign of her new husband, he just left without a trace and she prefer that way, she loathes this place and these Demons to her core, only if she could strangle their throats and spill out their guts it still wouldn't satisfy her aching soul.
Her children were sweetly tucked under silk sheets, sleeping in oblivion she wished she could have herself. The maids ran in and took them gently in their arms.
"Where do you think you are taking them!"
Screamed Yizla, snatching her daughters away from the maids, she placed them back on the bed.
"Our humble apologies my Lady we see here to help you prepare for the royal buffet."
"Get out! I don't need anyone here in my room."
The maids immediately dashed out anxiously not to provoke their new mistress.
After a few minutes of peace, someone knocked on the white door, Yizla irritatingly walked heavenly with an unpleasant face she was about to scream to leave her alone, but midnight blue eyes in front halted her, An elegant woman with snowy skin stood smiling at her door, the silver ring in her iris gleaming, her golden-brown hairs were sloppily out of places, with dress matching her eye color she naturally looked mesmerizing.
walking elegantly, she let herself in and peered around, her star-like gaze fixed on her children, before coming back to her.
"Your children are beautiful, I hope they get along with her brothers too."
She held Yizla's hand, almost jumping in excitement.
Yizla pulled aside firmly. She sounded disgusted by these creatures; they do have lovely skins, but no amount of beauty can hide their evil nature. The thought of being touched by them makes her sick.
"My apologies, dear, perhaps I was a little hasty, let me introduce myself, I am Zephon's first wife, Leil Silverwing, you can call me your Verla." (sister)
Leil looked so innocent and pure that it was hard to believe that she was a pure-blood Demon.
Sister, Yizla was furious at her words, how dare she called her sister when it was her kingdom who took away her only one sister a long time ago when her foolish little sister fell in love with a Demon and was banished and died in her own hands, it was destiny for those who have fallen in gods eyes.
Leil was dressing up Yizla for the Royal buffet, where every member of the family will be present in honor of the new bride, welcoming her into the Silverwing lineage.
"You see, my husband is not a very patient man, so I hope you will choose your words wisely."
Leil's sweet voice was filled with concern.
"We will see about that."
Yizla coxed arrogantly and got up to dress her kids.
"Farewell then, let's meet again dear."
With one last look, the night scent lingered lightly in her room, before she left, walking gracefully out of the door.
The long corridors smelled cold and misty as the icy wind passed by the large windows on every other end, the crystal ceilings with velvet walls, the marble floor designed with patterns she can hardly admire, they looked sinisterly beautiful, and that was one of the charms the demons possessed.
And Yizla was falling, she loved selfishly and the fire of vengeance consumed her organs from inside and out, but she did not forget her God, she knew her God did not abandon her; she is the ultimate sacrifice he made to save his beloved Angels.
With head held high, she entered a great hall, with shimmering glass walls, outside the warm sunrays playing with birds, the mist slowly shying away, the smell of flowers was oddly woody and cold, unlike in Aragod where everything was warm and mild.
In the middle a large Silver table was set, rubies embodied in the floral patterns, instead of being silent and gloomy the room was rather noisy, their was only 12 people sitting on large chairs, in the middle the King of Noxera was looking at her with grim face, his deep mahogany eyes calmly serene, his face was perfectly a sculpted with high cheekbones with several cuts across his jaw making him rawly beautiful.
But Yizla knew what this man was capable of, he was almost on part of the heavens, the sole reason she was standing here on the verge on madness was him.
Beside him on left sat a woman with a scar on her face, her strong cheekbones structuring her complexion in the dangerous aura, she even didn't pay attention to her, as if she didn't care about her presence at all, which pissed Yizla endlessly, it felt like if she was barely breathing.
Aside her was one chair empty a, looking little far a fragile-looking woman with soft brownish locks, and soft shallow voice she was struggling with an angry-looking child running around shouting refusing to sit down.
On the right side, a young boy with red molten eyes stood up to help, dragged the child back to the dining table who stopped whining with his one glare. Another boy with golden brown long hairs which resembles Leil in every manner, was playing with flowers away from all the commotion, Leil sitting beside him smiling.
Further Yizla's eyes looked closely into grey stormy eyes of a boy who was constantly staring at Simpfene, who was struggling to keep up with the situation.
Another boy with sea-blue eyes and silver hairs, was peeking at Perifene who was lost in thoughts holding onto her sister's hand, beside him a child with messy hairs sat, when his gaze met Yizla's, they were beyond any compression; she has never seen such eyes in her life; they were so intensely green yet it looked like every shade of green was caged inside his eyes, his irises looked so deep, as the universe has been blessed inside of them.
From the corner of the room, a appeared taking his seat on the table, his Golden eyes shifted towards Perifene and flicking a little before returning to normal.
With a large hand on her shoulder, her thoughts shattered into a million pieces. She glared up to the men behind her. Silver eyes and strong build, he almost looked like the King himself, but the only difference was the colour of his eyes.
He tucked Yizla to move forward, and she did, carefully taking her seat, her husband sitting beside her.
"You are late, Zephon."
My apologies Veery. (Brother)
He scuffled in a low voice.
He shifted a little, with hardened expression he fixed his gaze on Yizla, standing up elegantly.
"I the king Zanthor Silverwing of Dark realm and kingdom of Noxera, Welcome you in our family."
The thunderous voice of Zanthor, was admirable as he stood to welcome Yizla the who was struggling not sneer.
"Yizla Aragod, the daughter of high heavens, we are not here to force our name on yours, you must accept the Silverwing bloodline on your own, only then it must be bestowed on you. The choice is yours, the sooner the better it will be for your welfare."
He looked pitifully towards her daughters who were busy playing with their little brother.
Yizla hated that look, how dare someone dammed looked down on her. Gripping onto her dress fabric, she looks away from his eyes.
After a minute a large dish was carried into the room and was set on the table gracefully. The maid removed the large lid from the glass plate. Instead, on steam escaping, a hunted cry escaped Yizla's mouth.
She stood there on shaky legs looking terrified, on her knees she came, cursing her eyes, she wished she did not possess them.