Demitytes Bride

The noble and most ancient house of the Dryadel Aliithor

Kashara shifted between her tired feet that were balancing precariously on high heels. Lintenberg had finally let her go, though he had been very unsatisfied with her performance. There was only half an hour to the ball and Kashara had just finished her makeup and attire. She had been awed by the selection of dresses they had for her.

Even in the Institution, she had not seen such exquisite dresses or such soft material. Then again, she had not gone to any ball in Erth. The dress she was wearing now seemed like it was made from water, for it flowed extremely smoothly against her skin. It was soothing to her, especially after the atrocity they called hair corroding. They had poured this liquid that seemed to eat away at the hair and sting and burn her skin till it sunk in to completely burn away the roots.

Apparently, on Erth the process was even more painful. They told her, this was done by pulling out hair one by one. Kashara couldn't thank herself enough that she had never been chosen for the Groom Ball after all.

A pang went through her as she thought of Erth again. She had no way of getting back now. She had no idea how to even get out of the Casadez, let alone Demitytes. She didn't think any Demitytan was willing to help their only hope for the planet escape.

There was also the problem of her powers being suppressed. She had to find a way to restore them before she could rebel against Fallon. Not doing that would be extremely foolish. She had thought about this while being continuously lectured by Lintenberg on the twelve uses of tea cosies among other things.

She had to cooperate. For now at least, until she found a her powers or someone willing to help her escape. No use getting locked up in the dungeon till then.

She was currently waiting Fallon, who was taking a millennium to get pretty arse down here, she thought in annoyance. She paused and added to herself Not that I think his arse is pretty or whatever. Or any part of him for that matter. Feeling herself thoroughly unconvinced, she harrumphed at herself disgustedly.

Get a hold of yourself Kashara! He practically kidnapped and manhandled you at every opportunity. This is a Demitytan! Erth's archenemy! Stop thinking about doing the hanky panky with him at every chance. Stop getting attracted to him just because he is a little good looking. Feeling a little more confident about her ability to resist Fallon's charm she warned herself once more. A pretty face isn't everything! Fallon is evil. EVIL. Avoid him and focus on your escape.

She finally sighed with satisfaction, having gotten her point across to herself. Fallon won't know what hit him. She thought. I'll be totally indifferent and cold the next time he tries something. Then she had an idea. She could turn his weapon against him. She would make him suspect that he was losing his touch. Kashara thought she could kiss herself.

She decided to do exactly that. She hugged her arms around herself and twirled, making kissing noises. She exclaimed "Oh my god Kashara, You're a genius! No wonder Fallon wants to marry you! Even I would marry you if I could!"

And that was how Fallon found her.

She crashed into a stop, her eyes wide in shock, her arms slack around her hips, her flowing dress twirling with inertia and her jaw dropped in shock. Fallon raised a lazy eyebrow at her, slightly amused and slightly judgemental even.

Kashara glared back at him, challenging his stare, refusing to get flustered by the sexy eyebrow thing, or the way his lean muscles slightly showed through his clothes as he crossed his arms, or the way he casually leaned against the wall.... or the way his eyes travelled over her in her dress.

She gulped. Looks like she had her work cutout for her.

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