Fallyn stands at the end of the isle. The music begins and the congregation stands. Her white gown is corseted at the top sinching her tiny waist and flows down from her hips with a train that is a full 8 feet behind her. Her veil covers her face but is thin enough he can see her eyes are a deep shade of blue that is almost purple, you might even call the color violet and are shaped like almonds. She has cheek bones are high and quite dominant. Her nose is small and when you look at it closely you can see the tip is not quite strait as if she has gotten into a fight and had it knocked around. Her lips are full and are painted a soft rose color, her hair is blond almost the color of honey warmed in the sun.<br/><br/>She walks down the isle towards him looking strait ahead she studys his face as she comes ever closer wondering what her parents have gotten her into this time. The man looks uncomfortable in his own skin, she thinks this as she watches him try not to fidget.<br/><br/><em>For the last three years she has been groomed to be the head of her house. Her parents paraded every available male who they thought was suitable infront of her and she denied them all even a second meeting with her. Her parents had been acting strange for the last few weeks, no men not even a mention of anyone comming over. She was hopping they had decided she was able to continue the line without being married yet. Then this morning they drag her out of bed throw her in a gown and now she is getting married. How her sisters kept their mouths shut....she must not think of that now she has a duity to do</em><br/><br/>She reaches the end of the isle and turns to face him her father giving her away, looking so happy to see his first born about to be married off. She neither smiles no frowns as she looks over him. Her expression is one of exceptance. Her father lifts her veil and kisses her cheek when the priest says so. She looks at her new husband her eyes cold.<br/><br/>