"It's time for a change," said Lady VanGould. "I think we need something even more to distinguish ourselves."
And with that, she and Breagadoir headed to the dresser.
"This should work nicely," she said, admiring her new outfit. "Edgy, yet with enough light earth tones to accent my pale skin and vampirish terror. By the way, why is the maid asleep in our bed?"
"Oh, you know," said Breagadoir, "I just try to keep the help happy."
"That's very sweet of you," she said.
Breagadoir's new look was modeled after the attire he'd worn in his homeland.
However, he was less focused on that and more focused on this lovely creature slumbering in his bed.
Breagadoir had heard something intriguing. His Watcher had made a mistake. She told him there was a reward. A reward for something as simple as getting married. He could have already done that numerous times! All he needed was a willing young lady...
"So, I've decided it's time to settle down and get married," he told her, when she finally woke up.
"You mean? You want to marry me?" asked the excited fairy.
"No," he replied, dumbfounded, "wherever did you get
that idea? I'm going to marry Emelie. I'm telling you because you'll have lots to do with getting the invites mailed out, schedule the caterer, and things like that."
He then turned to the young vampire,
and he said, "You're no Harlequin Goth, but I guess you'll do. What d'ya say?"
Needless to say, the smooth-talking prince won her over.
He then set to work buying a new property and upgrading it
with a suitable chapel
and reception hall.
"That should about do it," said the prince with a satisfied grin.
"Having a wedding chapel built, organizing a full party, getting married, and all for a dragon," said his Watcher. "Is this really worth it?"
"Absolutely," he said with a self-confident grin.
