The Succubus and her two Mates

52| Happily ever

The three of them got ready together. Their morning started late, slinking out of bed and having a very long shower together.

Alina had come to live here with Beau. Ronnie had tried to give them higher positions, but Alina remained her handmaid and Beau became one of the palace guards. He fit in well, not judgmental of the demons that he worked amongst.

Brand was trying to help Brock with his elaborate tie. They laughed at how ridiculous it was.

"Don't look at me," Ronnie put her hands up. She was flicking through a few glamour makeup looks. She wasn't yet in her dress. "I didn't pick those."

Alina had organised a lot for the day, least of all the clothes.

Brand stood back, "I think that's what it's supposed to look like."

Brock looked at himself in the mirror, looking unsure. His suit was a deep midnight blue, a soft looking fabric, tailored with structure. His waistcoat was simple and elevated the look.

Brands own black suit was the same style. His black attire coupled with his black hair and eyelashes brought his green eyes out. "I say we just ditch it."

"Here, here," Ronnie called.

Brock pulled the tie off and adjusted his collar. Turning with his arms wide, he arched his eyebrow in question.

Ronnie wolf whistled, bringing a grin to his face.

Brand smiled, enjoying his mates. The last few months had been tiring, but with the three of them together they had really made a difference. There was still a long way to go, but at this rate he was confident they would have relative stability in another year. It was daunting to think of another year at this pace, but being together made it bearable.

Ronnie asked them to wait in the hall. She wanted a little tradition and that was to have the moment where they saw her in her dress for the first time.

She took a breath, regarding herself in the mirror. She left her hair and eyes unglamoured. The makeup she left minimal, but paid a bit more attention to her eye makeup.

Her men waited for her, turning as she opened the door. Her dress was white, not pure but the palest champagne, silk. It had a cowl neckline, sitting low on her chest - reminiscent of the dress she wore on their first date. The bodice of the dress hugged her figure, flowing to a floor length skirt.

Apart from the hair, she felt like a Hollywood starlet. Both men rewarded her with heated looks. She kissed them both in turn - the benefit of glamoured makeup was you didn't need to worry about smudging it.

"Come on," she broke away, a little breathless. "Let's get married."

They had already had the big diplomatic ceremony, where they were obligated to invite all of their new allies. It had been a tense affair, not everyone in attendance so closely allied.

Jon had been telling the truth when he said you couldn't force a marriage there. Any union had to be free and willing, a ritual to be passed to prove it. And any manner of marriage was possible due to this rule, so they could be married together. The other shifter kingdoms of Therien were accepting, considering it was not unheard of in their communities, but it would not be recognized in Brock's kingdom. He seemed unfazed. He had already publicly declared both Ronnie and Brand were his mates. How they would rule both kingdoms was still unknown, but Brock's parents weren't set to step down any time soon.

This ceremony was smaller and the one that was more binding. Brock's parents and Advisor were in attendance, along with Brand's father, sister and her family - a little boy, a new addition. Bobby came, the only person Ronnie knew to invite. Jon and Crell were there, but they were never far from her.