Page 350 of Psycho Gods
It coated the grass in sparkling white.
My blue curls supported a crystal tiara and hung loose around my face. A gossamer white silk dress was draped across my shoulders, and it floated around me in an iridescent sheath of fabric.
In the dress, I felt like I was a fluffy cloud on a summer day.
My makeup was subtle but pretty.
Pink gloss shone on my lips and matched the pink on my nails.
I’d covered up the scar on my cheek, and my skin glowed tan from the sun. Vanilla-scented oil covered every inch of my body, and I smelled delicious.
My favorite part—cobalt ice covered my hands and crawled up to my elbows, creating the illusion of elegant gloves. Ice also wrapped around my skull-tattooed throat like a choker.
The Necklace of Death pulsed warmly against my skin.
Majestic red and gold feathers tickled my back. Horse sat on my shoulder with his chest puffed out like he was proud. A sparkly gold bow was tied around his neck.
Snowflakes drifted across my neck and down onto my chest.
In tall diamond-encrusted heels, I was Lothaire’s height. He held on to my right arm with tears in his eyes.
Enchanted wedding music flowed throughout the quiet hills, and birds chirped as they passed above. The melody was extra sweet because of the enchanted champagne I’d finished off before I’d walked down the aisle.
I smiled, and a serene feeling bubbled up my chest.
It was exquisite.
Swans turned in the lake to watch our meandering ascent down the flower-lined aisle.
A mini horse trotted in front of us, and we stopped to let it pass.
I laughed as Lothaire gaped at the pink bows that covered its mane. Unsurprisingly, Corvus had been the one who gave all the animals extra accessories for the wedding because he didn’t want them to feel left out.
He came across as a harsh psycho, but inside he was a big flaming softy—and a complete psychopath.
It was amusing because you never knew what came out of his mouth; were we going to get into a screaming match and fight to the death, or was he going to blush and put a bow on a small animal? Horse girls were a special breed.
As we walked further down the aisle, I smiled at the small crowd.
There were a handful of guests sitting in white chairs: Vegar, Zenith, Lucinda, Jala, Jess, and Jinx. That was it.
No one else was present.
We hadn’t had a therapy session after we won the war because the High Court canceled our mandatory sessions, but I’d still invited Dr. Palmer.
She’d sent back a letter saying she refused to attend because she believed we should all be incarcerated because we were “a threat to civilized society.”
I’d written back reminding her that we’d saved all civilized society.
She hadn’t replied, which was too bad because some sunshine really could have done her some good.
I stopped our progress down the aisle to shake some feeling back into my fingers because my left arm had gone numb thanks to my best friend.
Sadie walked beside me down the aisle.
She wore the same gown and shoes as me, but she was struggling to walk in the heels. I shook my head at her because I’d told her she could just go barefoot, but she’d refused. She said we had to match.
Her white hair had new red highlights and hung low down her back in a silky sheet. She’d visited the estate every day as of late, and her golden skin had taken on a darker bronze hue that was reminiscent of Corvus’s.