As the day to her wedding neared, her princess treatment intensified, she had extra maids taking care of her needs day and night, soaking her skin in rich, scented oils, her raven black hair equally soaked in exquisite almond oil in preparation for the wedding or presumably, the wedding night. The thought of consummating with Damien made her cringe.
Her golden skin and raven black hair glowed flawlessly, leaving her to ravish more than she would have fathomed. The maids just couldn't understand when they were doing a bit too much, almost choking her in scented oils and all.
Meanwhile, Damien's mother had visited once or twice, trying to teach her etiquettes in a bid to mold her into the ways of night creatures, to make her fit into a world of desolate darkness ruled by the night creatures.
