What will happen when Death comes for Aurora?
Not to claim her soul or her life but for her to become his bride...
There is something you should know about her, Aurora is not exactly the shy-marry-just-for-so bride.
What in death's name is going to...
I gave it a lot of thought as to who's POV, I wanna use. So I'm going with Aurora's POV, I do hope you enjoy. I'm writing this in a very depressed mood and for once I want my characters happy so I do apologize for any slip ups and for the changes I may make in the future.
Here I was, standing in front of the full length mirror in a dress? It was wayy too long for my short frame but just as I thought that the dress reformed itself and conformed to what I should look like in it. For once I did not mind wearing a dress, the medieval style and the hood was definitely a style I always loved this style. The twins did my hair and make up through some very vigorous protest. Why did I have to do all this, I thought as I put on my very comfortable and sexy red and black dragon shoes.
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"It's just Death," I muttered to the silly looking dog who kept following me around, "I just want to leave, why do I have to dress up, stupid brooding, tall brute."
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I signal the dog to follow me as I head to the entrance. My breath hitched as I watched the broad back if the tall man in front of me. He wore a new suit I never saw before, his wavy black here was combed back as he stood facing away from me with his hands clasped behind his back. I cleared my throat and the brute turned. I think our breath hitched at the same time... or was it just mines. He was absolutely dashing in that outfit that molded to the shape of his body as if it was a second skin. Yes I know I sounded like a man but even I knew a fine specimen when I saw one and this was the finest. My eyes traveled over his chest and I took in his facial features. His jawline sharp as ever, his skin a perfect milky texture, his lips pulled back over those pearly whites in a haunting smile. His smile however was not the strangest feature, his eyes however shone a haunting silver rather than the usual black that I was accustomed to. I took a step back as he followed.
"D-d-death? Is that you?" I stammered as I walked into the looming dog who stood ever so faithful behind me.
"Yes," His already deep voice, even more gravelly and growly.
