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The dress in question was light pink chiffon layered gracefully over pink silk of the same shade that billowed. The chiffon was gathered closer to the waist at some points by big bows, and the bodice of the gown had ribbons and lace as accents: all pink of course. The sleeves puffed out over the shoulders like little pink balloons, and it was accented with lace once again. It was entirely too feminine for my taste, but I was happy that Vincent made it for me.

            It took me about half an hour to get it to fit right, and after I got it comfortably arranged, I looked in a full body mirror on the other side of the room. I looked like a little Princess, except for the fact that my hair was not extravagant like the dress. Short and mousy brown was not my idea of princess hair; it looked like it needed to be long, blonde, and wavy in order for it to match the dress.

            I sighed and walked back out the door to see everybody, including Henry and Vincent, waiting for me. They stopped all conversation and stared at me, smiles spreading across their shocked faces, “You look ravishing,” Valeria said, the others using variations of the same phrase all at once.

            I felt a blush flow over my face, and I looked down at my feet. I had forgotten that I was still holding the pink flats, little bows near the toe of each. I slipped them on, and looked back up again to meet Henry’s eyes. He had not said anything when I had walked out, and he was just staring, awestruck I guessed.

            I felt a hand grip my arm and Vincent dragged me over to a far corner of the room, all but Henry were gabbing about my new dress to each other; he just kept watching me.

            “You look amazing, Fresia, just as I thought you would,” Vincent said huskily, leaning closer to me as he spoke; his blue eyes locked with mine as he leaned down to kiss me. I brought my hand up lightly into his face just in time to keep him away, and give myself a little room to side step.

            “No, Vincent,” I said simply before attempting to walk past him, but he blocked my path, glaring and cornering me. Henry perked up and looked at us when I growled slightly in frustration.

            “Why do you say no? No woman can say no to the Lord of Fairqwerest, Vincent Tussand,” He tried to kiss me again, but I blocked him once more, keeping my palm on his face.

            “Well, I am not one of the other women you speak of, Vincent, and you are not the Lord over me; do you really want me to break your nose again?” He backed away as I spoke and listened, crossing his arms over his chest.

            “If breaking my nose is the punishment I get for kissing you, I do believe it is worth my time,” He advanced toward me with exaggerated slowness, but was pulled back by the collar of his shirt at the last second.

            “I believe the young lady said no, Milord, you may want to listen to her next time she speaks to you,” Henry said, pulling Vincent back to where he stood a couple feet away.

            Vincent broke free of his grasp, grumbled a stream of curses at Henry, and stalked off to sit at his throne and sulk, “Thank you, Henry,” I said, giving him a big hug.

            The others in the room had not even noticed what was going on until Vincent sat on his throne. He must have set a spell on them, causing them to let the commotion go unnoticed; now they were all looking between Henry and me, and Vincent at his throne.

            “What just happened?” Lacey spoke up first, her voice sounding annoyed and confused all at the same time, “And why do I not remember you three walking anywhere besides here? You were all standing amongst us a minute ago…” She glared at Vincent, knowing that it was one of his spells.

            “Nothing you need to know about, maid,” Vincent snapped his fingers, and no matter how much she tried, no sound came from her lips when she attempted to speak. She turned to Akarmanak, an angry look in her eyes, and pointed to Vincent. Being a creature not under Vincent’s control, could hurt him just as easily as he had hurt me. He assumed a feral crouch and changed shape to something like a demon.

            The new shape was horrifying, even to Lacey. All clothing vanished, showing crimson colored skin that bled black stripes over his whole body. The face looked moderately human, but the eyes were just black holes in the skull, oozing the foul black gunk that ran over the rest of him. He opened his mouth as a dog that was panting would, showing a portion of six-inch teeth; he opened his mouth wider, splitting the skin at the sides to show the full extent of them, all the way to his gums. His mouth oozed the same as his body and eyes, and a black tail swished gracefully in long arches as he stood in place. His tongue lolled out like a black snake, and long black hair hung loosely from his head and on his shoulders.

            “Do you wish to release her from the spell, Lord Vincent?” A whisper echoed lightly through the room, seeming to physically touch all it reached. The voice seemed placid on the surface, but like the ocean, violence lay just beneath, waiting. His crouch deepened as he waited for the answer from Vincent.

            Vincent’s face paled as he viewed the monster before him, and shook his head in affirmation. His eyes strayed to pool of viscous black fluid at the creature’s clawed feet, and gulped audibly. Akarmanak held his hand out toward Lacey, pointing on claw at her repulsed face, “Do it now; and never do such a thing again, or I promise you will be dead within minutes.”

The monster’s head turned toward me, looking at me in its own way, and he pointed to me as well, “Lay even one finger on her,” He looked to Vincent once again, “And death will be upon you just as swiftly.”