A clawed hand, gleaming oh so faintly, stroked down the bride's cheek, brushing over her wild mane of hair. Scarlet on scarlet.
The bed of the celestial king glowed faintly. Fallen feathers, emitting a soft light, were nestled among the silken sheets and coverlets. His highness seemed to be twinkling with iridescent strands of starlight, smokey eyes deep with thought. Catalina herself rested in this man's lap, as snug and precious as any hidden gem.
Authority emanated from the emperor's pores, power seeping from paleness of his skin. Beyond mortal comprehension, there was only one thing on such a lordly figure's mind.
Boobs.