The bagpipes played loudly as the warrior's joined the Ladies of the Court in Celtic dance, as they pounded their feet thunderously on the ground, and spun around in the courtyard, with laughter, having a joyous time, dancing in the moonlight. The celebration was well on its way to becoming one of the most celebrated day in Scottish history.
Christopher, Scotlands crowned jewel, beamed with happiness as he held his bride against his muscled chest, cradling her possessively. His nostrils flared and he inhaled sharply, as his wife fluttered her eye lashes and leaned towards him and revealed a bit of cleavage. His erection quickly came to life and pierced her thigh, and a gasp of pleasure escaped her lips, and she fell back into the sensation of him.
Throughout the night, warriors came up to them and toasted to their union, and Christopher sipped his wine, and looked up to the velvety sky that was pierced by the glittering stars, and gave a silent thank you to The Twelve Council for gifting him a bride who loved him and whom he adored.
The servants refilled Christopher's glass all night, and he staggard as he stood and led his wife to the dance floor, and danced a slow seductive dance with her. The melody of the harp, brought the couples body closer, as Bella swayed her hips sensually and drove Christopher mad with desire.
Hours later, Christopher drunk as a skunk, had dropped on the floor with his many women admirers, as they all vied for his attention. Bella had gone to the outhouse to relieve herself and on her way back, from a distance, she watched with watery eyes as many young ladies of the court, lay next to Christopher, a little too close for comfort.
Christopher didn't seem to mind, as he laughed with them, and forgot all about the marraige vows he had spoken a few hours ago. Jealousy surged through her heart as she watched the embarrassing display of lustful woman putting their paws on her husband.
Bella's heart ripped in two, not able to understand why Christopher allowed and encouraged such behavior, making a fool out of her. She turned and walked away into the star kissed night. Marching angrilly all the way to the back of the courtyard, where the gardens were in full bloom this time of year.
She could not help the tears that glided down her face, or the pain in her stomach as she thought of the sinful way her husband disgraced her in front of all their guests. Her sobs were loud and gutwrentching, and she did not see or hear the huge man who hid in the shadows, as he stepped behind her and snatched her in his strong arms and took off into the night with her.
Seconds later, Mary had the vision, and petrified, ran to Christopher screaming. The music stopped and Christophers face turned ashen, as he whipped everyone away from him and jumped up in a warriors position. He came out of his drunken stupor, that had left him crippled from seeing the future. Somber now, he realized that while he played the drunken fool, his loving wife was abducted and it was all his fault. He let out a loud howl and beat his chest with his fists.
His heart twisted with pain as he closed his eyes and tuned in on what happened to her. He saw Ronan steal his bride and dissappear into the darkness. Enraged with grief, Christopher went on a wild rampage and broke everything that stood in his way. People scattered left and right trying to avoid his vengeance. He ran like a mad beast into the night, looking for his bride.
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