Aryanna woke up smiling, she was going to do it. She was going to do it with a smile on her face.
Everyone would remember her wedding date; Everyone would find it interesting, she thought.
Her mother came early, bringing in the dress mendors and the make-up artist. She wasn't antsy at all because she was doing what was right.
Augustus was quiet happy. He seemed to be getting what he wanted, at the moment. A perfect bride.
Augustus always wanted a fight, no one to ugly, but defiantly a brave one.
For no one can pursue their lives if cowardly actions fog the intentions they have or will make.
They came downstairs, Augustus and Aryanna's face both a smirk and sometimes showing their smiling pearls.
They walk down the aisle, quite, slow, each waiting for words.
The Iris anthem played softly as a piano added an additional melody matching their tracks.
"We are here today to join Aryanna and Augustus Dragonborn," the man directed.
Most Shadowhunters really didn't have a religion but found that Aryanna's mother called some kind of preacher anyway. Maybe he was catholic or Jewish or something?
"Augustus," the man paused," your vows please."
"Aryanna Triabute," Augustus smiled," Like the gold dress you wear, that is how you shall be treated. I will not baby you when you fight but help you when your wounded because no man could handle a woman as strong willed as you. I want you to know that for no one is perfect when they're actions are clouded by cowardliness."
"Aryanna," the preacher smiled," your vows now, please?"
"When I was little, I was raised to fight a battle that never ended. They're is no way to over come evil unless to erase the good also. I have never been a coward, Augustus," Aryanna paused looking to the crowd," and I can't now."
"Okay," the preacher started," Aryanna Triabute, do you take Augustus as your shadowhunter husband?"
"I wasn't finished silly, Christian ," Aryanna giggled," I have never been a coward, not now not ever and I will not ever do anything wrong, not now not ever. I can't marry you! I have a mate, yes they are real! I have a mate and he is 100% werewolf."
Aryanna got a good laugh before heading to her room. Oh, damn them. She never wanted to marry that stuff anyway. A head couch he was. Aryanna would rather be a man hater, or maybe the grinch even.

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Kissing The Shadows
WerewolfIn a world were monsters and demons really go bump in the night. Shadow hunters are the only ones standing in there way. Aryanna, a sixteen year old shadowhunter, has a choice follow what he...