The very next morning, Azlyn awoke scarcely believing what had happened the day before. She looked over to Reve who lay beside her, still asleep, arms wrapped tightly around her. She slowly shifted, attempting to free herself from his grasp without waking him.
Reve quickly woke as Azlyn turned to rise out of the bed and pulled away from his arms. What he saw before him was more beautiful than anything Reve could have imagined. His mark spread across the back of her left shoulder like an intricately drawn tattoo.
A single heart danced amongst a sea of fire as flames licked at it. The heart was made up of two halves; one half was jagged, rough, and darker in color. Whilst the other half was elegant, delicate, and feminine. Both halves of the heart mingled together in the center, perfectly, as if they had always meant to be joined that way.
Reve traced his finger along the heart and smiled. He had never seen a more beautiful mark. He had never thought of himself as the kind to place their mark on someone. He had always assumed that he would marry for status just as his parents had. However, Azlyn had completely changed all of that, as he wanted her and no one else.
"Where are you going?" Reve asked, playfully.
"I am going to shower and then get dressed. I have to get back to work. The slaves that you have been using in my absence will need to return to their normal duties in preparation for all the demonesses." Azlyn answered.
"I don't care about those demonesses. Let them fend for themselves."
"You say that now, but one of them is going to be your wife. You are bound to care then."
As Azlyn spoke the words pained her. It felt like tiny knives stabbing at her heart. However, she choked back the tears and managed to maintain her composure. She looked up at Reve through misty eyes and forced a smile. Only to see a terribly hurt look on his face.
"What is the matter?" Azlyn asked, earnestly.
"I can feel your emotions, beautiful." Reve answered, solemnly.
Azlyn had forgotten about this fact. She would no longer be able to hide her feelings from Reve. He would always know her true emotions no matter how hard she tried to feign otherwise.
"I will not be marrying any of those demonesses, or any demoness for that matter."
"How can you say that? You are a royal, you will be expected to take a noble wife."
"I will figure out a way around it. We are going to be together, Azlyn. I will find a way." Reve declared, sincerely.
Azlyn gave Reve a soft smile and leaned forward, planting a kiss in the center of his forehead. Then she turned and sauntered off towards the bathroom to shower. After finishing her shower, Azlyn returned to the bedroom to find Reve standing over the few items of clothing that she owned.
"What are you doing?"
"Just a little alteration to some of your shirts." Reve answered, nonchalant.
"What alterations? They weren't really much to begin with."
Azlyn approached where Reve stood near the end of their bed. She grabbed the shirt closest to her, which had been a normal white t-shirt. She held it up and discovered that Reve had completely removed the left shoulder and sleeve from the shirt. This would allow her new mark to be completely exposed, making it visible to anyone who looked at her. She was extremely surprised that he would want her mark to be seen. She had assumed this would be kept secret from all of those who did not already know.
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My Demon, My Love...
Übernatürliches~*~*~ This was a demon whose eyes had seen the wasteful horrors of war; he had been to the depths of hell and lived to tell the tale. Now it was love that was ripping him to pieces. Love was the thing that was destroying his very being. ~*~*~...
