The Knights Arranged Bride

The Moonlit sisters: In the world of Lavendram, a colourful world where extraordinary creatures, including homo sapiens—who call themselves Levenans—have a unique role, have rare unique creatures, rule kingdoms, have knights and even arranged marriages. Symphony Moonlit was getting prepared nervously in her room. She's wearing a long, sky-blue and cream, asymmetric, empire waist, chiffon dress which stops at her ankles. It was what her parents wanted her to wear. Her mother had spent many months just to find the dress. It was really was quite a sight for sore eyes.  Symphony had her long, dark, wavy, black hair into a waterfall braids, cascading down until her lower back, adding white phlox flowers in between the braids on the top. Flowers has always been a part of her; she loves gardening, and every now and then she plucks the flowers that she gardens and places them on her hair. Symphony applied some scented flower creams—that she created herself —on her olive skin to made her skin glow and added some charcoal around her dark brown eyes.  Suddenly her bedroom doors burst open and two young girls filtered in. "Symphony, Symphony! They are here! Oh my God, Drake. Although he's, like, very much older than me, and it's repulsive to even say it, but the truth is, he is so handsome."  She turned to look at her 17-year-old sister, Lyric, who was the youngest of three. Symphony smiled to her sweetly, looking how excited her sister is. Then again, it's not every day that her big sister is getting married, isn't it? "They are waiting for you. Papa requested for you to come down right away," said Melody, the smartest of the three of them. The middle child. She was only twenty-eight months younger than Symphony, as well as Symphony's best friend. She's read about most of the books in the Moonlit library by now. Symphony was the oldest, Melody the second and Lyric the youngest. They were from the noble bloodline of Moonlit heirloom. They were known as the Moonlit Sisters. The three of them were as unique as diamonds. Melody has bright red hair with emerald-green eyes; Lyric, the blonde with icy blue eyes. They are all unique on their own way . Compared to her sisters, Symphony has always known to be the plain Jane of the family.  Symphony wasn't as attractive as her fair skin and light colored eyed  sisters. She'd never really gone out or had friends around. She spent most of her time on alone, doing her own stuff .  Symphony was what most would say as rather dull-looking: sun kissed skin, black eyes, plus-sized with long curly hair. "Ready as I ever be . . ." Symphony replied, faking a smile, looking at both of her sisters.  It was an arranged marriage. They were spoken for each other since the day Symphony turned ten and Drake was eighteen years old. It was an agreement between the Moonlits and the Silverbacks that led to this. Both of their fathers were knights of Lilithbeth, and their fathers before them as well. Lilithbeth was quite special compared to other countries in Lavendram. It was ruled by nine knights from nine different noble families. Normally if you are a knight, your heir will also be trained to be one. Unfortunately for Damien Moonlit, he wasn't blessed to have a son to take his knight throne.  Meanwhile Damien's noble knight friend, Draco Silverback had two sons who were already the age of eighteen, Mark and Drake. They were fraternal twins. Being allies, Draco and Damien made a decision. It was to have Symphony be betrothed to the eldest son, Drake, in order for him to take Damien's place for the Moonlit knight throne, and for Mark, he will be taking over the Silverback throne. Therefore, both brothers can be knights.  Damien will be Drake's mentor as Draco will be Mark's.  According to Draco, he was satisfied that both of his sons will be inheriting the knight thrones. It was more of a win-win situation really. However . . . Symphony and Melody detested Drake Silverback quite a bit. It may be Lyric's first time meeting him, but she had seen him quite a number of times, and each time she'd seen him . . . he always had with a beautiful woman beside him.  Last week, she'd witness him kissing a girl. He even had the nerve to notice that she was there and to smirk right at her. Yes, Drake Silverback was an arrogant son of a b***h who only cares for his own. He was also the leading knight of the Lilithbeth, whatever he said goes. When Symphony walked down elegantly from the long flower and vine decorated double winder stairs.  She noticed that the room was full of people standing from knights, kings, and queens to dukes and duchesses from her own and other countries.  The knights of Lilithbeth carried the same honor and purpose as that of a king. The knights were the main ones to be called whenever they have trouble or a meeting. A king's task was just to command of his people and to rule his country.  However, in Lilithbeth, knight's task is to become a warrior first before he can even be considered to be a knight and to rule Lilithbeth. Symphony's father, Damien Moonlit, was waiting for her at the raised platform which was lined with white and black marble with golden accents, smiling giddily at her. Although he never had any sons, he was a very happy man and a proud father. His wife and daughters meant the whole world to him.  Smiling at her father, Symphony sauntered down, kissing his cheeks. Her mother, Alora, was there as well. Both embraced their daughter, commenting how beautiful she had seemed. Alora held her husband's right arm whilst Symphony grasped his left. Damien guided his daughter and wife to greet Drake's parents first. Symphony dipped into a low curtsy to them which made Drake's mother, Olivia, to give her a jovial embrace. Looking at Drake, who seemed to be occupied talking with his fellow noble friends. He was wearing black, which complemented his pale skin and added more evil to his aura. Drake was quite a handsome man; Lyric wasn't wrong about that.  Drake had shaggy blonde, and for some reason Symphony felt very self-conscious right then. The moment his eyes had caught hers, she turned away hurriedly, a light blush arriving to her cheeks.  Unnoticeable at a glance, but under scrutiny, one could tell that Symphony was indeed uncomfortable with Drake. Truthfully, she was very distraught, but of course being a Moonlit, she needed to be on her best behavior. She needed to uphold the Moonlits' name. And most importantly, not to disappoint her father. Draco raised his goblet, grabbing everyone's attention. "Thank you all for coming. Today we will celebrate an amalgamation between the Moonlits and the Silverbacks," he announced, his tone professional. Both Damien and Draco began conversing about the sacraments of the wedding and the knight ritual of marriage between two noble knight bloodline. Symphony felt like dying; she'd always hated to be the center of attention. Right now all eyes was on her.  Her sisters were behind her; Lyric had made a quiet squeal. Symphony whipped her head around, looking at her sister questioningly.  Lyric used Melody's lavender dress to cover her mess. She glanced back at her eldest sister apologetically. "Sorry," Lyric whispered. Symphony frowned at her, confused of her state. "Look up front," Melody snapped, snatching her lavender dress back whilst, glaring at Lyric. Shaking her head at at Lyric, Symphony followed Melody's advice and turned to face forward. "Drake, my Symphony," her father said, watching Drake with proudness in his eyes. For a moment, the murmur of approval from the gods were, at the moment, the only sound that was reassuring Drake for whether to give her his hand or not. Just in case her father would had changed his mind.  Instead her father chuckled at her and kissed her head, making her turn shades of crimson and the whole crowd to laugh at her . . . GREAT, just what she wanted. Damien held Symphony's hands in one hand and took Drake's hands in his other. "From today onwards my Symphony will be Drake's," proclaimed Damien. The crowd started to cheer for them. She felt a little down-hearted that Drake had smirked at her uncertain expression. Drake knew she was a good girl; he had been watching her grow all his life. He had spoken to her a few times when he saw her at the village or in the city.  But even in those few times it was more of giving an order to her, such as "get back home" or "go home". He didn't care to know the details of seeing her there or wanted to listen to her reasoning. He only cared about what he wanted, and he always wanted her to be in her house. He sensed that she was uncomfortable of the marriage. He knew that it is partially his fault, but does he care? Nope.  Drake glanced at Symphony as she laughed and looked up at him. She appeared so innocent which made him smile smugly at her.  Draco passed his son a crystal goblet with a golden rim filled with wine made from the night cherry flowers. Drinking a small sip, Drake passed the goblet to Symphony. With trembling hands, she drank the wine too, confirming the seal of marriage.  The crowd cheered politely to them, as they were now known to be one. Symphony belonged to him now. That was how a Levenan's wedding were like. That night, the colour of the sky was in shades of navy and red with stars everywhere along with a blue moon in the middle. Drake's black pegacorn, Midnight, was already there, waiting for them.  Pegacorns were black as knight, beautiful winged horse-like creatures. They were very loyal to their masters once they have been tamed.  Every knight had a pegacorn. During their training, it is a must for the apprentice to go for a quest to seek for a pegacorn and to tame it. The one who failed would not be allowed to be a knight, to take the place of the throne. In the means of transportation in Lavendram, there were only winged creatures to be depended on. Symphony, herself, had a blue pegasus, a winged creature of her own. She'd named it Sky. Sky and her belongings had already been sent to Drake's house earlier that day. Looking at the blue moons, the time had come for Symphony to go with Drake.  Everyone had gathered outside to bid goodbye to the newlyweds.  Carrying Symphony around her waist, Drake placed her on Midnight while he sat behind her. Holding her waist, she bit her bottom lip. Feeling the foreign touch of another man's hands on her, she was uneasy. Waving her hands to her family, she faked a smile again . . . She waved bye to them. Drake patted the side of the towering ebony pegacorn, which made it start flapping its enormous black wings, and they were on their way to Drake's house. During the journey, she couldn't help but to let down her silent tears as soon as they were out from her family's line of sight.  She made sure Drake couldn't see her tears by looking away from him. Her long hair had acted as a curtain between the two. Drake couldn't care less; he was happy that the day was over.  All he wanted now is to return to his home. It's all about what Drake wanted. It has always been that way.