It was if she was breathing for the first time. Queen Alleia opened her eyes again, letting them fall on Vashen. He carried her out of the cell. "Thank you, Vashen. My daughters are lucky to have you." She started drifting off, her energy not fully back yet.<br/><br/>___________<br/><br/>Firrae glared from the ring, watching the maids cinch the dress to their body. She had to admit, they were beautiful. The dress was was strapless, the top was heart shaped, fitting her small petite frame perfectly, a perfect corset until their hips. Where the dress fluffed out flawlessly into a silky mess. It was a gorgeous wedding ball gown, now if only she wasn't marrying him. She glanced over to Fisraee who was huddled in a corner, rocking back and forth, the magic driving her insane. The maids left, leaving her motionless body staring in the mirror. She prayed Vashen was on his way.