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Captive in a Chemical Garden

Distant future America

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a part of Captive in a Chemical Garden, by RoseAmedori.

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RoseAmedori holds sovereignty over Distant future America, giving them the ability to make limited changes.

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Distant future America is a part of Captive in a Chemical Garden.

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Shelby Peters [30] "If you think i'm going to comply you're wrong"
Valentina Black [17] "Scared? Oh no, Sweetie. No. Valentina Black does not DO scared."
Alex Strenson [16] You do what I say. Nothing more, nothing less.
Bailey Grace Hamilton [15] "People will give you shit. It's a part of life. And it's how you react to that that defines you."
Arielle Riley [14] "Back off, bitch. First Wife is mine."
Alyssa Hartwell [12] "Just Don't touch me."
Isabella Rozen [9] Where ever you go... there you are. Going day by day... so let's see where it takes me.
Olive Kingsley [0] I'll pass on the food, I'm not feeling well

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Lacey looked around, smiling to herself. Containing her excitement was a difficult task. Everything excited her, from the pretty lavender dress she was wearing to the silver ring on her finger. The dress had a sweetheart neckline, and fell just below her knees. The dress was skin-tight around her upper body, but flowed out freely at the bottom. Her hair was pulled into a low bun, a few curls left out to frame her face. A white rose had been pinned to the bun. Lacey was optimistic--she didn't see any reason to be unhappy, surely this life would be better than the life she had lived before. Besides, she had been alone on the streets before, and to her, anything was better than being alone. Giddy with excitement, she wondered who she should talk to first.

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Decker stood at the window of his study. He was dressed in a lovely white tuxedo with a pale pink dress shirt underneath. He watched his brides standing in a row with his hands behind his back. His Domestic, Daniels dusted his shoulders. "Is it strange that I am nervous, Daniels?" Decker asked. He trusted Daniels, he was like a father to him. His father had been a power hungry drunk who'd beat his wives. Decker sword he'd never be like that. "It is your Wedding Day, Sir." Daniels replied. His voice shaky from old age. "I suppose. I just wonder if they'll like me? I fear that they may think me a tryant like my father" He said turning to Daniels. His blue-green eyes filled with worry. "They will learn to love you and you will learn to love them." Daniels said knocking a few sandy blonde locks from Decker's face. "They will never think you're anything like your father." He assured him, handing him a small bouquet of roses. One for each of his wives. Decker smiled and a dimple appeared on his left cheek. "You look handsome, Sir." He said with a shaky smile and opened the door for him. Decker straighten his back and held up his head. He was glad today was a cool day. He would be sweating buckets right now if it weren't. He waited at a the head of the table, smoothing his thumb over one of the rose petals. He saw one and smiled up at her. She was beautiful, he felt she may be even more so without that ghastly make up they put on her. He was bare it for now. What concerned him where her eyes. For where he stood they looked sad. He hoped not. If it were true, he'd do everything in his power to make them happy.

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Shelby Peters


They came in the night, the men in black, and stole her away. She was to be married off the next day to a man she hadn't met, and she was expected to bear children with this man. The thought disgusted her, but the more she fought, the tighter her chains became. The men in the back of the van laughed at her when she struggled against them. "No use fighting darling. You've been bought and paid for and the governor's father is not just going to let his merchandise run free" the man said harshly. Shelby sat up and spat in the man's face. Before he realized what he was doing, he hit her on the side of the head with his gun. The man Shelby could only assume was his boss smacked him in the back of the head "We're not supposed to damage the goods. What's the governor going to think when he sees that you left a hefty bruise on her face?" The man dropped his head like a small child being scolded and mumbled an apology. "Sorry won't make the purple blotch on her head disappear. You'll have to take this up with the governor" the other man replied.

They drove through the night and into the early morning before they finally came to a stop. "Alright princess we're here at your new humble abode. Now, be a good girl and do as we say and you'll get to meet your prince charming" both men laughed in unison. They dragged her out of the van and onto the ground. Shelby kicked and screamed and swore at the men. "My dear little one. You've got quite the mouth on you don't you? We could always send you back to your father, get our money back, and you can watch as your little sister dies because of lack of medical attention" the man spat heartlessly. Shelby's eyes widened and she stopped fighting. The men laughed again and muttered "Thats what I thought"

They quite literally dragged her to the house and threw her into a room. "Normally you're just supposed to have a Domestic but we decided to call in back up, so don't try anything." Shelby looked around to see that there was a domestic and what looked like 2 ladies in waiting. Both women looked stern. She glared at them and they glared back. One woman made an advance and picked the girl up off the ground. "what the hell did you do to her head?" she demanded, but instead of answering, her captors left the room with a chuckle and Shelby heard the 'click' of the lock. Shelby immediately went for the door and jiggled the knob, when it didn't open she pounded on the door roughly and screamed. "FUCK YOU! I'm NOT marrying this pervert!" she yelled at the top of her lungs. One of the women in the room slapped her across the face and almost growled: "Don't you DARE talk about master Decker that way, and you WILL marry him. The ceremony is in a few hours and we need to get you ready, so you either come willingly or we'll force you into everything."

Shelby tried a few more futile attempts at escaping before she collapsed into the make-up chair. "Follow me" said one of the ladies in waiting. Shelby got up and walked followed as asked. They entered a dressing room and the woman told her to strip. At first Shelby thought she was joking but when she saw that she wasn't Shelby refused. "Hell no." she stated. The woman rolled her eyes and said: "fine have it your way" two men entered the room and Shelby became wide eyed. "Okay! Okay! Fine! I'll change, just make them leave" she said quickly. The men chuckled but the lady in waiting shooed them out of the room. Once Shelby was finished undressing the woman handed her white undergarments. Again Shelby's eyes grew wide. "Its your wedding night dear. You're required to wear them, so don't make me call the guys back in here" Shelby nodded quickly and changed into the undergarments. The woman also handed her a dress and Shelby immediately put that on as well. "Now, my sister and I are going to leave you to your domestic. Be nice. She's only doing her job." the woman scolded. Shelby nodded slowly and headed over to the make-up chair once again. The domestic sprayed something into her hair and brushed it out, then she sprayed what Shelby assumed was perfume into her hair. She was surprised to find that the domestic didn't do anything else with it.

They soon moved onto makeup. Her domestic gave her a slightly darker lip and light blush, but she made a point to accentuate Shelby's eyes with brown and gold. Finally she did her best to cover up her bruise but anyone who came in close contact with her would notice it. When everything was finished her domestic pushed a small button on the wall and the women came back in. "Alright you. We were told to tell you that if you don't go along with EVERYTHING going on today we WILL take your sister as compensation. That means: you are to behave like a lady, you are only to speak when spoken to and then when you DO respond you must speak with respect. DO NOT make direct eye contact with Mr. Delaney, do not ruin your dress, stand like a presentable woman, and keep a smile on your face. Other than that, if you think your words or actions would be disrespectful don't do or say them. I think you understand." Tears welled in Shelby's eyes for the first time since the entire incident started, not because she was scared, but because her sister's life was in danger.

A few minutes later Shelby was ushered out the doors and was made to walk down the aisle and stand next to the other brides. The two women from her room stood in the back and gestured for her to smile. Shelby forced a smile on her face and twisted her ring on her finger.

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OOC: Okay, I'd just like to make something clear...This Rp's meant to be starting just AFTER the wedding, during the reception in the evening. I'm saying this here because people have missed the last couple of times I've said it in the OOC tab. It's fine if you've already posted, but just please keep that in mind when you write your next post. :)
Thanks. ^^

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Raven glanced up from her hand for a moment just long enough for her eyes to land on her new husband - and he was looking straight back at her. A surge of panic shot straight up her back and she could feel her cheeks becoming hotter and, she imagined, much redder. Her lips curved up into a small, shy smile and she nodded her head towards him slightly - as apposed to an all-out curtsy, which she somehow felt was appropriate.
She felt she should despise him - having men grab her from the street, shove her into the back of a pitch-black van with a group of other terrified girls, having to undergo his inspection, allowing all of those other girls to be rounded up and shot just because they didn't quite reach his standard...But honestly, looking at this man, really looking at him for the first time, she couldn't imagine him being responsible for all of this...With his angelic good looks, his blonde curls that fell around that handsome face, those kind eyes and that dimple in his cheek when he smiled...But then again, looks could be deceiving. She felt a sudden flutter low down in her stomach. Though, whether that was the effects of attraction or nausea, she wasn't sure.

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Arielle stood in the centre of the commotion in the garden of her new home, holding onto a glass of champagne and taking a sip now and then as she answered the questions of the excited guests that approached her with a sweet, charming smile, nodding along with their attempts at conversation and feigning humility when they complimented her. She knew she was the most gorgeous thing in this place, she just liked to hear it repeated. She occasionally lifted her eyes to scan the crowd for her husband, then returned to whatever conversation she was having. She sometimes lifted her hand to her face to half-cover a demure smile. Anyone talking to her would take this as a sign of modesty or refreshing shyness, but in reality she was flaunting her wedding ring: allowing everyone to see that she was now Arielle Strenson, the Governor's wife. Living in the lap of luxury.
She was dressed in a red dress which stopped mid-thigh and hugged her curvaceous figure tightly. It had a corset top, covered in floral-patterned black lace, which accentuated her chest and pulled in her already tiny waist. Her makeup - done to match - was a thick line of black eyeliner on each of her top lids which came out at a flick and deep red lipstick, the same red as her dress and hair - which, after being tightly curled and styled for the wedding, was now set to flow free and wild - just the way she preferred it. She looked like a gorgeous nightmare. The she-devil personified. She already loved her Domestic for giving her this look.

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Lacey giggled excitedly as he kissed her hand, and took the rose graciously. She blushed, "Thank you." She tucked a golden curl behind her ear, and glanced over at Raven, assessing her for a split-second. She shifted her glance back to Decker, as she studied his blonde curls and charming smile, and smiled to herself.

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Decker frowned slighty when she called him Governer. "Please, You are my wife now. Call me Decker." He said with a glance to both of them. He hoped to make them all as comfortable as possible. It seemed the little one-Lacey would be the easiest to please while Raven-if memory served- would prove little difficult. "Why don't we sit down to eat?" He said gesturing for the women to walk ahead of him. Ladies First He thought to himself. His father would have had them follow behind him like lost puppies. Decker swallowed down the memory. His father sickened him fiercely. He turned to see his raven haired wife. Shelby. She had an rebellious aire about her. He smiled at her. He politely excused himself from Lacey and Raven and approached her. "For you." He said handed her a rose and kissing her hand. She was enchanting. Like a Dark Angel. "Thank you for having me. I'd like for you to understand, I will not force you to do anything you aren't ready for. Should you feel pressured, please don't hesitate to alert me." He said with a closed mouth smile.

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Shelby saw that Decker parted from the two women and started walking in her direction. 'SHIT!' she thought 'What do I say?' she wasn't really nervous about talking to Decker but she didn't want to say the wrong thing and endanger her sister, but when he opened his mouth she knew it wasn't going to be a problem. He handed her a rose and she took it without saying a word. He continued on to say the he didn't want to force her into doing anything and to tell him if she felt pressured. Again a voice screamed in her head to tell him that she not only felt pressured, but that she had no choice but to feel pressured. 'He HAS to know that we didn't just come here willingly right?' she thought. It seemed like forever before she finally said "Uh...yeah. Thanks" the response was definitely half hearted and she knew he'd be able to tell but it was all she could muster. She couldn't force herself to fake her feelings, not fully anyway.

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Decker frowned slightly. He could sense a hint of distain in her words. "Have I upset you? Perhaps I was too forward. I apologize. I must admit, I am terribly nervous. Shall we start again?" He asked and mentally cursed himself. He was rambling out of nervousness. Shelby was a woman with opinion. It was written all over her face though she hid it fairly well. He stepped back and bowed at the waist, placing a foot behind the other. "It is an honor to have you." He said sincerely and looked up some from his bow. His eyes scanned hers. Hoping he could please her.

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Alex Strenson


There was a smile on Alex's face. It exuded brilliance, intelligence, but most of all happiness. Everything had gone perfectly, there was no crying no shouts of outrage. Just a beautiful ceremony. But right now he was searching for his brides. Something he as a person of such a high caliber should never have to do and his smile was slowly turning a neutral look. His mouth becoming a thin line as he pressed his lips together.

Right now Alex was walking around the garden of his mansion, searching for his brides. A wedding photographer had set up and was waiting for them. He passed by a waitress and grabbed her stiffly by the arm.

"If you find my wives before I do, please tell them to meet me at the fountain. The photographer is there waiting for us." Alex said, his calm tone contrasting his stiff body language.

He then continued to walk through the garden passing by people he'd never met before. Usually he would stop and great them with his trade mark smile, but right now he had other things to do. He quickened his pace, his mind racing through all the things he still needed to do today. He rounded a corner of his mansion and for the first time since he had been wed, saw one of his brides. It was in fact Bailey. Her head down as she moved quickly through the garden. Luckily for Alex, she was heading straight for him. He quickened his pace even more, bringing him to a slow jog and allowing him to quickly close the distance between him and Bailey. With an outstretched arm he wrapped his right arm around her waist as the two passed. Picking her up and settling her down on his left side, facing the same direction he was heading.

"Ah, Bailey my dear so glad you could join us. Come, we still have to find the rest of my brides." Alex said, his voice dripping with sarcasm as he began to walk at a reasonable speed.

A moment later a Alex spotted a large crowd surrounding something, or someone. Quickly he turned to Bailey, looking her straight in the eyes.

"Stay here, I'll only be a moment."

With that he turned and walked into the large crowd, gently pushing some of the less important people out the way, while smiling at those who were more renowned. There in the center of the crowd sat Alyssa a flustered look on her face. He stepped forward towards her, his hand held out to her. The crowd that had gathered had now slowly began to disperse not wanting to meddle in the conversations of the newly weds.

"Come my dear, we have things to do." Alex said as he shook his hand at her to signal his eagerness.

Two wives down, one to go. That waitress better find here before I do. Alex thought as he led Alyssa by her hand towards Bailey.

"Alright, thank you for so graciously helping me to find you both. We've got a photographer waiting for us by the fountain and I will not have my name made a fool of by making him wait." Alex scolded the two brides with dripping sarcasm. His friendly demeanor now slowly morphing into a more serious and angry tone. Alex sighed, anger was not a great way to start of a marriage. But these wives needed to behave them selfs and not be so extremely hard to find.

"The two of you look phenomenal by the way" Alex said with sincerity. The two looked gorgeous and there was no denying it. Quickly and firmly Alex began to lead the two around the last corner of the garden, hoping to find his last wife. As Alex rounded the last corner he was no longer needing to search. The last wife seemed to be the most excited of all. See was easily spotted among a group of on lookers. Each one seemed utterly enticed by her. She was defiantly the show woman and Alex liked it, but there was no time for pleasantries.

"Wait here... Please." Alex said curtly, before adding a polite gesture, he might as well. These were the woman who were going to bare his children.

Quickly Alex made his way over to Arielle.

"My dear, sorry to interrupt but I need you to come along with me. Alex said, cutting off the conversation his wife was having. His hand outstretched to his she-devil of a wife

"Good God you look beautiful." He blurted out, forgetting the anger he had harbored for her being the hardest to find, as he lead her to his other wives.

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Bailey glanced down at her dress when Alex complimented her, using this movement to hide the slight roll of her eyes at his words.
"You know what else looks phenomenal? The garden. You know...the one I was just in. So...thanks for your enthusiasm and all, but...I'm not going to take you up on this offer. I'm just not photogenic, and I don't wish to put myself through the embarrassment. Although it would be LOVELY to take a wedding photo with you, Alyssa and Arielle...something I would truly treasure for the rest of my miserable existence." She replied, giving Alex a bitter sweet smile and taking a small step back towards the doors. "Come find me when all of this mess is over and I can have time to myself in peace, would you? Now, that...is something I would be interested in."
She was going to test his patience. She was going to make him suffer, for all the suffering he'd already made her endure by bringing her here. And she wasn't going to show mercy.

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Arielle lifted her eyes once more to search the crowd for her husband and froze mid-conversation with an elderly first generation couple when she saw him there, stood with his two other brides - she refused to call them sister wives, they were nothing but competition for their husband's affection - and she felt her charming mask drop. The fury sparked up in her eyes, truly completing her she-devil image. How was she not the first one he noticed? Those other girls were merely children playing dress up…They were nothing compared to her. She swallowed her rage and returned her gaze to the couple, giving them another forced but believable smile and excusing herself. Then with a tight-set jaw, she began to make her way through the crowd towards her husband.

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((this happens when Alex is about to find Arielle))

"Come find me when all of this mess is over and I can have time to myself in peace, would you? Now, that...is something I would be interested in."

Alex listened silently, nodding his head as Bailey spoke. Then once she finished he smiled at her.

"Well thats a shame isn't it?"

Suddenly, Alex raised his hand and slapped Bailey in one smooth movement. There was no warning whatsoever, the smiled Alex had on his face stuck throughout the entire moment. He slowly waited for Bailey to recover as he stood tall over her.

"It really is." His voice now calm but menacing.

"I have no time for bull shit. I'm a busy man. You do what I say or I throw you to the street and I will make sure that the men who throw you out leave out on the streets naked and alone. With nothing to protect you and no one to save you."

He chuckled before continuing on around the garden with his wives.

"Congratulations by the way. You know know how far my patience goes before I get slightly annoyed."

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Arielle smiled at her husband and gracefully took his hand, her face relaxing and the fury disappearing from her eyes when she heard his compliment.
"Well thank you..." she practically purred and followed him to join his other two brides. As she looked at the both of them, she couldn't help but wonder if Alex had complimented them with the same sense of admiration. She guessed not, noticing the red mark on the blonde one's cheek. Her eyes suddenly lit up with a slight gleam of satisfaction - if she had already given herself cause for punishment, it was a slim chance she would be chosen for Alex's First Wife...and the little brunette didn't appear to be much of a threat, so the position was already as good as hers.

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Bailey lightly rubbed her cheek with the back of her hand, glaring over at Alex as she did so. How dare he bring any form of bodily harm to her...
She hated him even more now.
Forcing herself to look away and focus her attention on something or someone else, Bailey looked over at Arielle, giving her a quick look up and down, then turned her nose up slightly and looked away again. She wasn't going to attempt to converse with someone who looked as if they'd like to hit her as hard as Alex did...to be honest, they were probably suited for eachother. And with that, she began to look around the room, sighing quietly as she tried to keep her mind off what was going on.

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There was something about the way that Arielle almost purred as she thanked Alex for the compliment that made him want to not only whisper sweet nothings into her ear, but also made him lust for her. More so than with any of his other wives. But all that was for later.

"Right, now that you're all here. We have a photographer waiting for us at the fountain. He is extremely professional so please, behave your self around him." Alex said as he shot Bailey a look.

"So, follow me. Oh before I forget. Alyssa I want you on my right side, your hand on my shoulder. Bailey, on my left. Same thing as Alyssa."

Alex paused for a moment as turned to look at Arielle. A smile on his face as he thought of the best position for her and then chuckled to him self as his mind drifted off to that of the bedroom.

"Arielle, I want you on my lap. You're arm around my neck." Alex then checked his watch. His smile now changing to frown.

"Come, we can't make the photographer wait any longer." With that he presented his arms for two of his wives, before moving on towards the fountain.

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Glancing at Alex and Arielle as they spoke, and then into the rest of the garden and all that was around her, thoughts raced through Bailey's mind. And at that moment, she struck gold.
She had a plan.
Quickly picking up her posture and striding after them, she smoothly and gracefully slipped her arm through Alex's other, flashing him the most dazzling smile she could manage and playfully fluttering her eyelashes as she looked up at him.
"...Just to keep up the good image...we wouldn't want people to think that I wasn't happy..." She remarked as she did so, lifting her dress with her other hand so it wouldn't trail along the ground. "I'd suggest we forget things ever happened and start over, but...there'll be time for that later on tonight, won't there?"
She smiled seductively, gently twisting a lock of her hair around in her fingers and looking Alex up and down slightly.

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Lacey bit the inside of her cheek. She hoped didn't make a bad first impression. "You look gorgeous," she offered, with a sincere smile. She didn't want this girl who she would be living with for the rest of her life to hate her. She absentmindedly stroked the soft petals of Decker's rose with one hand, as the other hand smoothed down her the bottom part of her lavender dress.

Lacey was happy, and wondered why Raven's attitude wasn't the same. Wasn't this better than being alone on the streets? Except for, well, the breeding part. The part Lacey didn't like to think about.

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Lacey giggled happily. "Thank you!" She looked down at her dress, then back to Raven. "I've never worn clothes this nice before! Have you?" Lacey wondered Raven's background. Had she been part of a wealthy family? Had she lived on the streets like Lacey had? How had she ended up here? She wanted to ask all of these questions, but didn't want to seem nosey or forward. Instead, she looked around for a waiter carrying hor d'oeuvres.

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One moment Isabella Rozen is walking down the street, minding her own business, worried about normal things like school grades, boys, and parties. The next she's ripped off the streets in broad day light, roughly transported for hours blindfolded and manhandled by ruthless men, plunged into a giant mansion or whatever the hell she's been taken to, and forced into what seemed like a hell of an expensive dress. To top it all off she'd even went along with marrying a guy she didn't even know who calls himself a Prince? All under 72 hours give or take. Don't freak. Don't you dare freak. She repeated it over and over as it became her mantra to keep herself from falling apart. This must be a prank, someone was punking her. Right?

By some God given luck, Isabella managed to keep some of her belongings, fragments of her identity. A picture of mom and dad, her brother herself. Frozen smiles forever captured in the crumpled picture. The dead iPod (sans the charger), and the diary. Somehow it all felt like a dream. Nothing but foreign collection of artifacts that no one would ever see. Something told her she wasn't supposed to have them. Then she wondered why she had been subjected to such treatment. This is a joke, and she was still merely trying to wrap her head around the punch-line. Still searching for the tell-tale hidden cameras.

She hugged the frame against her chest. If it turned out to be some kind of twisted kidnapping, if it was as crazy as she thought. There was no way in hell she'd remain the do-gooder, carrying along with their games. Whoever was calling the shots she'd demand answers and hell if they ignored her. This was her life and she wasn't about to let it slip from her hands. This is a joke, a sick one, and she'd be home in no time. Just as soon as she figured out what's what. Hiding the frame in her bag, slipping it under the bed she made for the door, tripping a little as the shoes felt way too high for her comfort.

"Fuck it." She reached for the side dresser and tore off the heels. Tossing them aside she sighed and went for the door. Whatever this was it ended now.

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Decker rose from his bow. "Please join us at the table when you're ready." He said softly and turned away. These girls -aside from Lacey- were so quite. They were supposed to be happy. They'd chosen him, right? They wanted to be here, right? He sighed. He really wanted to please them all but he didn't know how. It was then he saw his last wife. She was fingering a photograph. He wondered why she looked so sad. He smiled at her. He bowed quickly and handed her the final rose. "For you," He said and gingerly taking her hand. He placed a small kiss on her hand and slowly set it down. "I want to thank you for having me." He said softly. "Just know that, I will not force you into doing anything you are not ready for." He said as if a mantra to himself. He did not want to be his father, who done sickning things to his wives. He will respect them, love them. He hoped he could earn the same.

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It was a rough start for Alex, at least in his world, but finally things were now falling into place. Alex smiled as Arielle gently took his arm, he could feel how she was warm, excited and most of all ready for her future with him. But with Bailey it cold, harsh but strangely something else was there that Alex couldn't quite put his finger on.

He turned to Bailey, looking her dead in the eye.

"I may be the man of the house, but I'm not daft. You may try your luck with the domestics and see how far you can get with them. But you will not test my patience and you will not rebel against my authority."

Alex said, his eyes unblinking while he spoke, the venom is his speech extremely prudent. Alex liked Arielle's warm touch, her obedience, but there was something in Bailey he just could not take his mind off of and then as an after thought he added;

"and yes there will be time."

Alex turned to face Arielle, a warm smile on his face

"more than enough."

Soon they were at the fountain with the photographer fussing about them.

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Standing in her place ready to take the wedding photographs, Bailey was not entirely pleased. But still she smiled and posed the way she had been taught to do by her mother when she was a young child if such a day arrived, before she had moved out and left her father. She flashed a smile and a wave at numerous groups of people who had decided to come over and watch the photographs being taken, simply to make up for the lack of time she'd spent talking to any of them since she had arrived. And to prove that she wasn't entirely made of stone, like they would have previously thought.
In the back of her mind, she knew there was something there - something that, despite all of Arielle's attempts to draw the attention towards her - something that Bailey had that Alex had noticed. And she would do whatever she could to bring that out more. She was seemingly a challenge for him, constantly hot and cold, and she knew that made her interesting. And with any hope, she would get that little bit of freedom she so longed for. She wasn't happy with her current situation, but...maybe, just maybe...things would start to get better. She was counting on that.

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((sorry for my lack of posting im helping family and im so mad this will be my last short post))

Alyssa watches as the whole thing went down,staying quiet not wanting to get hurt.She watched as the other wive...the older one was getting more attention..Alyssa didn't care but,she was getting ticked off."So, follow me. Oh before I forget. Alyssa I want you on my right side, your hand on my shoulder. Bailey, on my left. Same thing as Alyssa."
Alyssa eyed bolth Alex and the other wives and nodded."Arielle, I want you on my lap. You're arm around my neck." She rolled her eyes and watches as Alex put two arms out for the other two wives.Greatshe thought,I'm just gonna try along like a little lost puppy now arn't I.Alyssa followed them to the fountain and put her arm on Alex's shoulder faking a smile.

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Oh look, Prince Dreamy Eyes. Damn did he take his role way too seriously. Even the entire place was decked out for royalty, this must be what it looks like inside a castle. And why the heck did that matter? Wasn't she just kidnapped and forced to marry the guy? No. It's a joke. It HAD to be.

When the Prince gave her a cute pink rose, she hesitated at first, then found herself accepting it. Something about a guy gifting a rose to a girl was so classic. Like a bloody romance. This isn't a romance, this is a joke. She kept telling herself that. When he took her hand and kissed it, Isabella couldn't help the cocktail of shock and bemusement whirling in her. Now this was beginning to feel a lot more real than a joke. Or this guy was hell of an actor. Damn.

Everything inside her stiffened, like a statue she remained frozen, being wed to her must have given him the false idea that she was his or something. Go with the flow, he had yet to threaten her. But still what was with the act? Then why did he tell her that he wouldn't make her do anything she wasn't ready for? Was he that blind to have completely missed her utter withdrawal from him, her lack of response, her utter confusion?

"Don't ever do that to me. Ever again Governer Decker." Her voice was rough and toneless, edged with the intense effort she made not to scream, nor slap him, or embarrass herself more than she already felt. Although this too she couldn't help but ponder on, was it embarrassment she felt toward him or herself?

"You're such a hypocrite if you think for second I'm going to believe your crap!" Her voice dropped icicles as she forced the words out. All this time she'd kept quiet and if she didn't do this she'd explode, "Bro, I think we've played this along for quite some time. I'm impressed, you guys went ALL the way with this prank but, I think it's about time we ended it. I can't be married to you!" She realized a bit too late that her voice had risen higher than normal. It was beginning to sink in alright. This might be legit. The marriage, the other girls in fancy dresses, the place. REALLY?

"I can't believe I married a stranger. A prince? What?"

Isabella looked him up and down and was sure as hell certain that she'd definitely surprised him. Was he in on this too? What the hell? If this was what she thought it appeared to be, then she better make a run while she still could. Without waiting his reaction she turned and took off until she met the garden. Which way was out?

Everything seemed to spin and her vision fogged with suppressed tears. This couldn't possibly be her life right now. Whisked out of her life, family, friends, school. Now married? For what? as if the burst of energy that'd consumed her and propelled her to flee had gone out like a candle's flame. She came to pause at the fountain. peered in at the rippling reflection of a girl trying to stay strong. Trying so hard not to cry. It was stupid, she felt stupid.

Her dark hair fell over her shoulders, delicate flowers of hardened white silk wove into the strands, along with threads of pearls held together by fine strands of gold. Make-up impeccable. A dress that fit as thought it'd been crafted just for her. Everything seemingly put together like a jig-saw. Proof that this was more real, less and less a joke.