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The chilled night air only made them huddle closer together. Striga glanced down at her wife’s hand held gently in hers, heartbeat still racing as it used to when she was a younger (human) woman with her lovers of old.
The stars out that night, along with the cool breeze, it really did feel like something out a story book. Just enjoying the pure bliss with her wife reminded Striga of how she felt when they exchanged their rings and vows, so many centuries ago that it still felt like yesterday.
The golden rings were the lifelines to each other, and no earthly force could sever that from them. Though they were planning to take what was left behind from Dracula by force, both women knew that at least there was a dream that they made a reality.
A fairy-tale ending, they said. Even after others felt threatened of Styria and tried to take that from them, they stood fortified against all odds.
Maybe when they were human, weddings and celebrations were something of joy to others, but it felt otherwise to both women. Before their change, it was a prison. Just a gilded change with empty promises that kept them down to the whims and tactics of others. Now, everything was in their power.
At least now marriage was held in the highest regard for both women because it was their own. Something that was in their power, and where they were in control of their own destiny. For once, they had a say in their future and had the fairy-tale ending they wanted. The one they always deserved.