Midnight Cove

Chapter Thirty-One: Dark Princess

WARNING: This chapter contains scenes of sexual assault. If you are sensitive to this please read at your own risk. Or don't read. This is the last chapter.

The week came and went and still they couldn't find the faery doctor. The witch apparently didn't want to be found. Phoenix's temper would flare at any mention of her and I tried my best to calm him.

On the lighter side of things, Cove had taken his leave which unburdened both Phoenix and I, leaving us to our blissful little bubble. I felt a pang of depression and loneliness after Cove left, but decided it was for the best and pushed my feelings deep down burying them in my heart. When I wasn't crying into Phoenix's arms in the morning and he wasn't called away on other affairs that demanded his attention, we lived in our own private universe.

We could talk of nothing but the fast approaching wedding. Adele came to visit me each day taking my measurements. In an effort to both embrace my becoming a royal member of the Dark Faeries, and to avoid any similarity between my real wedding and that of my nightmare version, I had decide on a black wedding dress. Adele refused to let me see it though, she had wanted it to be a surprise for me on my wedding day. Everything was perfect and although we didn't know if Cove would show up, Phoenix was a good sport and sent him an invitation anyway.

The day of the wedding came and I awoke for the first time in a month, alone. My room was littered with fresh roses and tulips. And although I had woken up screaming, the enchanting sight of the vast amount of flowers quickly melted any fears. The note on my bedside table was from Phoenix.

For my bride,

Your bloom far out shines that of any other blossom. I wish I could have been there to hold you this morning my darling, but I would be a fool to risk bad luck on a day as pivotal as this. I shall see you at the altar.

Your adoring groom,

Phoenix

I set the card down and blushed heavily. I felt as light as a feather and bubbling with excitement. Adele knocked on my bedroom door not a minute later. I was bouncing on the bed with delight. "Come in," I practically sang the words.

Adele strode confidently in the room, a smile plastered on her heart shaped face. "I'm glad to see you're up, my Lady," she said.

"Adele, I'm not royalty yet," I chided her gently, slightly rolling my eyes. I didn't think that I was ever going to get used to Palace life.

"Yet," she repeated my words, reminding me that within the span of just a few hours I was going to be one, along with being a married woman. I couldn't help but beam a huge satisfied grin her way.

"Good," she remarked, approving of my ecstatic mood. "A bride is at her best when she is in high spirits." I was too. I couldn't have been in higher spirits unless I had wings.

"Let's get started." And with that, Adele pulled me from my bed and shoved me into the shower with a handful of expensive vanilla scented bath products.

She knew I loved the scent and had even included some vanilla orchids in the arrangements for the wedding ceremony. After I was out of the shower, which didn't excuse me from a reprimand from her for the time restrictions we were on, she sat me down in front of my vanity table and proceeded to apply a generous amount of make up. I didn't complain like usual because I wanted desperately to look nothing short of stunning today.

It took what felt like forever, until she stood back, placing her hands on her hips, gazing at her work admiringly and said, "Done."

I sighed, relieved I could finally fidget and move a bit. I had lost the feeling in my arms and legs after posing like a statue for so long. Adele glanced down at her watch, "I have to go downstairs to greet the guests before they arrive." She paused for a second before adding, "And to check on the bridegroom." I felt my face flush and she laughed a quick chuckle. "Perfect. You're ready," she smiled.