The Perfect Bride

Celine stood, staring at her reflection in the large mirror before her. A beautiful image gleamed before her in the glass. A bride decked out in the most beautiful wedding dress with pearls sewn in both the bodice and matching veil. The dress was beautiful and modest. that of a future queen. The bodice forming to her corset, sleeves made of white lace, the bell tapered perfectly, and an elegant yet not gaudy, train. Her blonde hair perfectly coifed, with a few strands of spiral curls falling loose framing her face that had been beautifully painted with makeup that brought out her best features. The beautiful bride was surrounded by her mother Lilith Rose who was the Luna Queen in the Eastern Kingdom, her younger sisters Jen and Ann, and Celine's best friend Ellie. It could have been a painting, the picture before her, a bride and her bridal party getting ready looking at the brides' reflection, and the women surrounding the princess wearing light peach gowns that's length touched the floor. What a beautiful picture it would have been, but the emotions of pity mixed with admiration could be seen on her loved ones faces looking at her. Celine did her best to not overthink, for she definitely was feeling cold feet for this arranged marriage. The wedding itself was going to be perfect, any girls dream, but the groom was far from what she had hoped for. Celine stood there thinking of her soon to be husband. She met him a six months prior at the engagement ball their parents had thrown to celebrate the arrangement having been agreed upon. The ball was thrown at her home, the royal palace located in the center of the eastern Kingdom. Nothing was spared at her engagement ball. The finest foods, wines, and the eastern Kingdom orchestra to play waltzes. When he first walked into the entrance and was announced by his name and title, Celine truly did her best to not judge a book by it's cover. Derrick Black, her groom dressed in a red suit, looked like a young player.. scanning the room for prey. The young buck's tall slender frame up at attention, chest up shoulders back, standing there scanning the crowd with a boyish smile, while letting everyone take in his image in before moving a step. Derrick was Celine's age, 25. A handsome young man with a devilish grin, dark brown hair, and clean shaven face. You could tell by is aura he had yet to rut out his young male hormones. Being that he was heir to his clan as future alpha, and related to the ruling family of the south, he had his pick of women on any given night without any effort on his part. Derrick had yet to feel the weight of any responsibility and his childlike persona told you of such. Celine was the polar opposite. She had been trained as a pup to be the perfect Queen. She was the picture of youthful beauty but had the mind and wit of an old soul. She endured countless hour of training and classes. From the time she was woken to the time she laid her head to rest there were lessons. From etiquette, combat, and even bedroom practices. The latter was the most interesting, even though she was a virgin, remaining pure for her union, she knew everything there was about pleasure. Her instructor Eliza was a former Haram girl that was from the feline realm. Eliza taught her everything from the many ways of pleasuring a man, to making sure she had her pleasure as well. Celine enjoyed her classes with Eliza. Eliza, a dark haired and dark skinned beauty with almond eyes that could seduce a man with one look, was her favorite teacher. Eliza had a way of making what would be awkward into sensual or even comedic. "It is an awful lie when it is told that women do not enjoy fleshly pleasures as men do, when I hear this, it tells me one thing.. that neither partner know what the hell they are doing. If only one partner knows how to give and receive pleasure they both enjoy it. Especially the woman! " Eliza purred in the thick foreign accent with laughing dark brown eyes and a smirk. From everything she had learned from Eliza, Celine had looked forward to using this knowledge until she met the "man" that would be her husband. After Derrick made his way into the ballroom, filled with the upper crust of both the Eastern and Southern were-kingdoms dressed in the finest suits and formal dresses, he was herded to his future bride by his father Gerrold. Celine stood proudly, hiding her disappointment, next to her own father Jon. Her father was tall and built from his continuous combat training, with Sandy blonde hair slicked back wearing a deep dark blue suit. "Good evening Gerrold, let me introduce you to your soon to be daughter in law, Celine" Jon motioned towards Celine placing his hands on her shoulders for comfort. "It is a pleasure to meet you my dear." Gerrold beamed. "It is wonderful to see you have inherited your mother's beauty." kissing her hand as he looked up at her. "This is the greatest honor to know my son will be joined to you, as will our kingdoms." Celine took in Gerrold's appearance and aura. Gerrold was older, in his fifties. Softened by time and experience. He looked as if he had not battled or trained for combat for many years but enjoyed the comfort his title could offer. He stood at average height which made him eye to eye with the princess. He acted more like a politician than a warrior which was not typical for clan alphas. More likely to battle with wit rather than the sword. Although he did not seem the type to win in battle, his kind eyes, large grin, and charm made him very likable. While Gerrold's full attention was on Celine and their light conversation his son seemed distracted by the young beauties dancing in the center of the ballroom with their boes. "It is a pleasure to meet you as well Alpha Gerrold, I hope that you and your son make yourselves at home during your visit, seeing that we will be family soon." Celine responded gracefully. "I'm sure with hosts as gracious as we have, that will not be a problem. King Jon, let's go share some brandy and cigars in the study while the new couple gets acquainted." She watched as her father and Alpha Gerrold began to make their way through the crowd. Eliminating the barrier between her and her newly betrothed. "I bet you taste as sweet as you look.". Celine's cheeks flared up as she looked at her soon to be husband. "Excuse me?" "I - bet- you- taste -as-sweet -as -you-look..." Derrick said slowly, enunciating each word. "That's hardly a way to introduce yourself to your future bride Mr. Black." Celine replied, trying her hardest not to lose her temper at the gall of her groom. Derrick leaned in with a smug smile and a glint in his eyes. "I apologize Ms. Rose, I didn't mean to offend your sensibilities. I figured since we are soon to be husband and wife there would not need be the formalities between us. When we are married I will not apologize for my overtures, because I truly enjoyed making you blush. I will thoroughly enjoy having you at my disposal. I've been told you have been kept pure. The idea of having a woman that was inexperienced was not something I would have chosen, but I'm sure I can teach you how to pleasure me." Celine walked away from her future husband infuriated. She had trained all off her life to be a lady, a queen!! The man chosen for her was far from a gentleman.