Y/N is a witch on the run from Viktor and his Death Dealers... for conspicuous reasons. Along the way she makes a vital yet crucial decision that leads her to the Volturi. Aro Volturi had no intention falling in love with a mortal, let alone a witch...
As the sun dipped below the horizon, casting long shadows across the opulent manor, Jane emerged from the shadows and approached Y/N's chambers. Her delicate hands held a silken dress draped over a wooden hanger, its shimmering fabric whispering secrets of elegance and allure. Of course, the elegance of this dress was smothered in pure red fabrics. Not just any red color, but the color of blood.
"Y/N"Jane announced softly, her voice like a gentle breeze, "dinner is being served shortly. I have brought you a gown for the occasion."
Y/N's heart skipped a beat as she beheld the exquisite garment. The bodice, adorned with intricate beadwork, clung to her curves like a second skin, while the flowing skirt cascaded down in a sea of shimmering velvet. A delicate lace overlay added a touch of ethereal beauty, making the dress seem fit for a celestial princess.
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With trembling hands, Y/N reached for the hanger and lifted the dress from Jane's grasp. As she changed out of her dress from roaming the gardens earlier in the day, she slipped the new dress over her head, the fabric felt like a caress against her skin. The neckline plunged gracefully, revealing just a hint of cleavage, while the waist cinched in perfectly, accentuating her feminine form.
Jane stepped forward and deftly zipped up the back, her nimble fingers working with precision. Once the dress was fastened, she pointed Y/N towards a full-length mirror in the corner of her chambers.
Y/N gasped at her reflection. The dress transformed her into a vision of loveliness. Her eyes sparkled with a newfound confidence, and her lips parted in a soft smile. She felt like a queen adorned in her finest regalia.
"Can I say, you look radiant," Jane said with no change to her expression and voice. Y/N couldn't help but feel a surge of excitement mingled with trepidation. She had never attended a dinner before, but with Jane's encouragement, she felt a flicker of anticipation. Even though she was being forced to stay here in Volterra, she felt at ease knowing she was not in Viktor's grasp.
With a graceful nod, Y/N thanked Jane and turned to leave her chambers. As she stepped out into the corridor, the soft glow of candlelight illuminated her path. She took a deep breath and let the scent of jasmine and amber fill her senses.
Tonight, she was not just a poor servant witch, but a woman transformed. The dress had imbued her with a sense of empowerment and allure that she had never felt before. She was ready to face whatever the evening held with confidence and grace. Even though she knew the Volturi were just inviting her for questioning. Especially the way Aro would look into her eyes. She was just another regalia and specimen for him to dissect.
His eyes
Jane led Y/N into the dining room, which cast an eerie glow. As Y/N stepped inside, her senses were overwhelmed by the sight of a grand, elongated table crafted from dark oak. Its surface gleamed under the flickering light of countless candles, casting an ethereal ambiance upon the room.
