Broken Birds

Chapter Twenty Two - The Wedding

Nyssa's POV:

I angrily chased after my father as he strode back to his throne room, presumably to kill more people. "What have you done?" I yelled as he sat on the large throne. His cold dark eyes looked up at mine as I approached him, as I forgot to bow or show any respect.

He leaped up from the throne, pulling his sword out and holding it at a defensive angle. "Bow before Ra's Al Ghul" he said as he shook with anger. I conceded and knelt down, looking at the ground as I said "I will not marry Oliver Queen". "Yes you will", he growled back in return.

"I am the heir to the demon, I have proven it multiple times, you cannot take my title from me and present it to someone who is not even a blood descent of yours" I said in anger. "Nyssa, you are no longer the heir to the demon and I suggest that you keep quiet about this matter unless you no longer want to be the daughter to the demon", he replied as he gestured for two assassins to take me away. He then called out "the wedding is to take place tonight".

They led me to a room where Oliver Queen was being presented with his League of Assassins armour and weapons. "My betrothed" he said with a grin on his face. The assassins around the room glared at us in confusion as he wrapped me in an embrace. "Play along, Nyssa" he whispered as he let go of me.

"My betrothed and I are going to my living quarters to discuss the parameters of our marriage" I announced as Oliver and I left the dark room. He threw the dark armour over his clothing and strapped the bow to his back as we entered the room. Sara quickly stood up from our bed and ran to us, wrapping me in a warm hug.

She then turned to Oliver "were you injured, Oli?" She asked with concern in her deep blue eyes. "I'm alright Sara", he replied with a smile. "We must prepare to kill my father, I will not marry Oliver" I said in a cold tone. Oliver nodded and we began to plan the defeat of Ra's Al Ghul.

Once we had finished our plan, there was a sharp knock to the door as multiple assassins entered my living quarters, taking Oliver away. "What are you doing?" I yelled. A few of them stayed behind, one of them replied "we are preparing him for the wedding, which we must also do for you". They then turned to Sara, attempting to make her to leave but she refused. 

The assassins gave me a dark red dress outlined with golden patterns, similar to the ones on my father's cape. They then wrapped gold strings of rubies around my bare waist and in my hair. They all left once they were done, telling me that they will be back to take me to my wedding.

As I closed the door behind them, I felt Sara's hands on my waist, turning me to face her. "Nyssa, you look so beautiful", she whispered with a light blush forming on her cheeks. I leant down and gave her a gentle kiss as she wrapped her arms around the back of my neck.

I ran my hands down her waist and picked her up, placing her on a table so I could stand between her legs. She continued to kiss me passionately as she gently bit my bottom lip. Eventually we pulled away, breathless and gasping for air.

"I'm sorry that this is happening, my beloved. I want you to know that I wish it was you I am marrying", I said as Sara lovingly gazed into my eyes. "I love you so much", she whispered as she pulled me into another kiss. After a few seconds, we broke apart as I began leaving kisses up and down her neck. She moaned and desperately pulled me closer, keeping a strong grip on me as red marks began to appear on her neck.

I swiftly removed her t-shirt, leaving a trail of kisses down her chest. Her fingernails dug into my back as I gently bit the soft skin. Her moans got louder as her legs tightened around me. Suddenly, a loud knock on the door startled us until we stood apart. I quickly picked up Sara's
t-shirt and gave it to her before opening the door.

Two assassins took Sara and I to the throne room, which had been prepared for the wedding. The cobblestone flooring had a red strip of carpet running through the centre. Towards the end of the strip was a golden arch, with my father's throne in the centre. Oliver patiently stood at the end in formal black armour. At his waist was my father's sword which had been given to him as a gift for the heir.

Along the sides were assassins lining the walls, their heads bowed in respect. Sara was shoved off to one of the walls where she stood with her head bowed too. I longed to tell her to stand up straight, she should not be worshipping this but I kept quiet as I walked along the carpet.

My father sat in his throne, his cold eyes trained on me. Once I had reached the arch, I bowed to my father and turned to Oliver. Ra's Al Ghul stood up, beginning the ceremony.