The Fae Realm

Chapter 11

"You hold the power, I hold the control."

Chapter 11

Connor enters the throne room smiling maniacally at his princess bride. "How did your fitting go my love?"

Brecklyn tries to rip her veil off with her teeth but fails to reach. "I am not marrying you!" She shrieks at him.

Connor shakes his head. "Alas, I thought you might say that. But I have something wonderful for you. I think you'll like this." He reaches into his cloak pulling out the bright ruby necklace. "Isn't it gorgeous?" Brecklyn squints her eyes as the necklace beams throughout the room.

"This necklace is four-thousand years old. Originally worn by your beautiful grandmother, Debbie, Princess of the Winter Court. She then became Queen as you know and she knew of the magical properties this necklace held. But what she didn't know was how to use it for the right reasons. Love doesn't happen naturally. Love is all about power. And when there is a great deal of power there needs to be someone to have control of it. That's why I gift this back to you. You hold the power, I hold the control."

"How did you get my grandmother's necklace?" Brecklyn hissed.

"I took many souvenirs when I left the Fae Realm. I've been waiting for you for a long time now, Brecklyn."

She pulls back yanking her shackles. "Do. Not. Say. My. Name."

Connor smiles. "It's almost time for the ceremony."

Abe rushes in dressed in a grungey tuxedo and top hat. "I'm here, I'm here! Don't worry boss I got everything we need!"

Connor looks over at him annoyed. "How long does it take for you to do one simple task, Abraham!"

Abe stumbles almost dropping the book in his hands. "I am ready and certified to wed you two love birds!"

Brecklyn looks at Abe in spite and snaps back. "I am not marrying him!"

Abe looks at Brecklyn confused."Is it cause you hate me? Because I've been getting vibes that you hate me."

Brecklyn smirks. "I hate all of you."

Abe looks down. "Maybe you'll like me after we make you Queen of the realm."

Connor throws his arm up blocking Abe. "Quit talking to my bride. You know how possessive I am."

Abe nods and opens his book.

Connor raises his voice. "Everyone, places!"

The dark castle begins setting the scene. The lights are dimmed, the candles are lit, and a live orchestra quartet begins to play an all-too-familiar march. Brecklyn freezes in fear as she seems to be trapped in an unfortunate fate.