A Wedding for Four

Kalif nodded at Cecily as she made her departure. Mirroring his father's movements, he assisted in holding Alphonse against the wall. No one would be touching his son, or any of his family. Kalif would made sure of that. He risked his life a few times protecting his family, and not even a lone person could remotely touch them. Kalif glared at Alphonse in the eyes, and he murmured, "You have made too many mistakes, Snow. It is about time you start correcting them before you flow down in a river of your own putrid blood." Kalif assumed this would be a physical fight, for if Asparuh and Kalif teamed up against him magically, he would not stand much of a chance. Not with Kalif's dueling skills, and Asparuh's extra gift of Legilimency. Kalif wondered if Nataliia wouldn't mind if Alphonse did not look his best on their wedding day. It was not as if she were happy with the man anyhow.
 
Chavdar thought that the whole dramatic getting ready ordeal was a bit much, but he didn't care. It wasn't as if he were a part of it. So, he merely kept his back turned against the whole event, and he finished putting his long hair back behind him, and his dress robes were perfectly neat. Chavdar glanced in the mirror, and he smirked. Such a day was that he was going to be married. It would be grand, and perfect. Once Nicolette and Cecily left, Chavdar glanced to see Asparuh and Kalif in action. Never had he seen those two work together. It was majestic and also terrifying. Chavdar never got on Kalif's bad side, but he used to pick fights with Asparuh, so he heard. Chavdar approached his father and Kalif, and he reached to pat Alphonse on the face, "Good look getting down to the alter, Snow."
The ceremony begins now. The guests may arrive.
 
Leon had to admit he wasn't too thrilled about having to attend his brother's forced wedding, he really only thought this because the fact that they were attempting to unite two powerful pure blood families was just asking for attention of the public. 'I'm already surprised the press hasn't pressed their noses in already.' Besides the fact that recently he had been asked to think over the thought of himself becoming a Death Eater, he had this little wedding issue to take care of. As Leon walked into the room where the wedding was being held, he felt eyes of all sorts on him and mentally grimaced, he hated being stared at. He of course sat down in front of the side where most of Snows were already sitting, the moment he sat he vaguely wondered where Nicolette and Anastasia were and if they were going to show before the wedding got started.
 
Nikolai swiftly walked to a seat in the pew to watch his granddaughter wed. She had not disappointed choosing a pure blood, and a Zhefarovich on top of that. As the pater familias of the strong family he could approve of this union and would take Rosaline's late husband off of the tree for good, he was tired of seeing the colour of a mudblood on his tree. The man glared around him, his blue eyes dark as ever and his expression unmoved, he wished to see this done as quickly as possible then leave with Ludovic.
Ahem.. three powerful families ;) I was just lazy up till now to make the darker accounts.
 
Ludovic wished not to be here, he hated weddings and any joyous occasion, however his pure blood daughter was finally going to marry someone strong and he knew was a Death Eater. He had his grandchildren uncomfortably in his arms, they gurgled curiously at the unfamiliar man holding them but soon became bored of him and faced Nikolai as Ludovic sat down. He glared icily down at them despite being pleased that his daughter had spawned with another pure blood instead of any one with lesser blood.
 
//Pardon me about that. Never heard of the family till like just now...my bad. :erm: //

Anastasia was disappointed in her brother, not because of who he chose to marry. Nataliia and her family were going to be welcomed greatly into the family by her and the others, but the fact that her brother was so rash and went into things without her or anyone else's permission, made her angry. Plus while Alphonse was out and recovering from the mess he was made into, she and Nicolette were the ones that had to run everything for him, it honestly was just a huge mess that she would really rather not deal with. "The ceremony hasn't begun yet?" She asked Leon in an irritated tone as she sat down next to him and smoothed out her dress, either something must have happened or they were just taking forever to get ready and such. Her icy blue orbs scanned the room carefully, she quickly recognized the Zhefarovich family, and a few of the members from the other bides family, but aside from that she couldn't really point anyone out. Leaning against the chair fully, she wished the wedding would hurry and begin, the delay was making her nervous.
 
Xavier had recently just found out who this Alphonse man was, and who he really was as well, and he could honestly say without a doubt that this family was a strong magnet for drama. In the three months he knew that he was related to these people, all the family had really seemed to do was hurt people or cause problems for themselves or others. 'Not to mention I think the family friends are insane.' He snickered to himself when he thought about the amusing blonde haired woman known as Nicolette, that he met a few days ago when he voiced that he was interested in helping with the wedding decorations. She was beyond sweet and bubbly, and not to mention had such a knack for making him laugh till his stomach hurt, he definitely wouldn't mind hanging out with her again someday. "My legs are falling asleep." He stated to anyone who could hear him, he figured most of the Snows would ignore him due to the fact they had no sense of humor whatsoever, he wasn't even sure if Gabrielle would pay attention to him. 'For a twin she's not very twin-like.' She reminded him more of his newer siblings that he had just met, they were all just a bunch of bums. Well Alyssa had a bit of a sense of humor, but she had her moments where she was just as bad as the others, maybe this new woman would bring some life and light into the family, she certainly was pretty. But at the same time, she looked so sad.

"Weddings are boring." Xavier threw his head back and sighed as he blew a strand of hair out of his face and closed his icy colored eyes. The sooner this wedding began, the faster it was over and he could stop sitting here all bored and such.
 
Gabrielle checked over her polished nails before she turned her head to give her twin brother a bleak look, he was such a pest at times that she sometimes wondered how they were even related. Having a new father and family, with wealth and power was exciting to Gabrielle, the thought of her gaining power gave her a rush. "Xavier, be quiet." She said under her breath before she sat up straight in her seat and patiently began to wait for the wedding to hurry up and get itself started.
 
The ceremony was about to begin, give or take fifteen minutes, and Asparuh was finished with his job of making Alphonse grow up. He walked down the hall, expressionless, cold, statue-like face and his movements reflected the power he had. His black robes moved around him as he walked, his black eyes focused ahead of him. Uniting three families was a little out of the ordinary, for he was used to one family at a time, which would eventually fall under the Zhefarovich's rule. In front of the alter, where the pair of brides and grooms will stand, was a rather large, antique black chair made of platinum. It was where he would sit, and oversee the wedding and the guests from a different view. His gaze lingered over to the Snow side, seeing a couple of teenagers. With narrowed eyes, they should assume that they are not welcome to speak by the way Asparuh was glaring at them for just a few seconds.

Today, Asparuh told Kalif to 'give' Nataliia to Alphonse Snow, instead of himself. As her father, he should have done so like he had in the uniting of her and Joseph the previous year. However, this was much different. It would be traditional, proud, and the envies of other families that could not amount to claiming the purity for their own. He stepped up the three steps leading to the chair, before he turned and claimed his place. Bits of red could scarcely be seen, but Asparuh managed to get the blood off of his hands. Alphonse was in bad shape, but at least he could walk somewhat, and talk. Asparuh's dark gaze landed on his side of the family, seeing many that usually don't come around often. He was not surprised to not see Vladislav there. After all, he was not entirely for the rules, and because of that, Asparuh would have to decide between exiling him, leaving him be, sending the Viscounts after him to slaughter him, or hunt him down himself. Asparuh waited, and if the wedding was delayed for any longer, then there would be an infuriated Death Eater after the source.
 
Retirement obviously wasn't sitting well with Valcan. An ever-present scowl dominated his features, seeking out a seat. He wasn't one to attend weddings, but what the hell else did he have to do these days? With Sarah trailing him, he slid into the pew, finding himself next to a woman with what looked like a melon under her shirt. A man who was obviously one of Asparuh's sons sat next to her. "I'm surprised Asparuh hasn't burned numbers on your foreheads," he snorted, rolling his eyes at the pregnant blonde.
 
Cecily had lowered herself to sit beside her dear and very handsome husband on the pew. Getting down was not the problem. It was the getting up part that was steadily becoming a problem. Thankfully she didn't have to get up again until after the wedding was over and then she'd have Prodan's help. She smiled up at him, touching her hand to his cheek as he brought his large hand to rest on her stomach. She loved the light that came into his silver eyes whenever he felt their baby move or kick. Her attention moved from him to the couple who took a seat on the long, empty pew to her right. The man was large and vaguely familiar. His remark brought a smirk to her lips and a smart reply to her lips. "He saves those brands for our arse cheeks." Because manners dictated her to, she held out her hand to him. "Cecily Ramb-um Zhefarovich," she finished with an apologetic look toward Prodan, who smiled at her with a shake of his head.
 
"Lovely." Valcan was already fumbling in his robes for a smoke before he remembered where he was. Cursing silently, he enveloped her hand with his. Though his hand eventually peeled away, leaving a clove cigarette in her palm, his gaze did not. "Zhefarovich?" he murmured, though his words did not escape through a smile of any kind, "I could've sworn it was Prosinian."
 
Nicolette was honestly beyond glad to finally be bale to relax now that the wedding was going to be starting soon, if she had to deal with another problem of someones then she was going to seriously beat someone up out of pure frustration. Nicolette was too pregnant and too tired to be doing all of this at the moment. As she she walked down the aisle she noticed Cecily and decided that if possible she wanted to sit next to her, about to tap her on the shoulder she stopped dead in her tracks when she saw a man leave something in her hands. "What is that?" She asked with a raised eyebrow and a slightly amused look, whatever it was, it looked really funny and with her sharp sense of smell, she should tell it smelled just as weird as it looked.

"Cecily, is it okay if I sit next to you guys?" She asked with a light smile, she didn't really want to sit with anyone at the moment. This whole day was stressful to her, and she knew having her best friend around would help her calm herself down a little before the ceremony begun.
 
Tamas, in classic dress robes, walked into his younger sister's wedding local. While he was indifferent about blood purity, he knew this was the safest choice for both families and was proud of Rosaline. His blue eyes flicked around, only now noticing that his daughter was not following closely behind him. Rolling his eyes he smiled knowing that she was most likely flirting with a family friend. He stood tall before walking toward the Mauven and Zchechaf sitting area.
 
Cecily nodded absently to Niccy as the man's large hand engulfed hers. As his drew away and left something within hers, she held it up toward her nose and the sickening scent of cloves filled her. Her pupils dilated and within the span of seconds, just seconds damn him, she could feel the hard bite of a fist to her cheek, smell sweat as it dripped on her and hear a voice damning her even as it claimed to love her above anything. Prosinian. She hadn't been Cecily Prosinian in years, not since her misguided youth. Even when they had remarried, Cecily had kept her maiden name, inside even then not trusting Bearse with her identity ever again. Though she had taken Prodan's, the beautiful man beside her, the one person in the world who didn't judge her, only loved her. Loved her and the baby in her belly that he had given her. She was Cecily Zhefarovich now, a name she had claimed proudly, tucked beneath the Patriarch's wing and accepted within the fold. She was worthy, she was strong and above all else, she was proud.

"What exactly do you expect me to do with this?" Cecily asked calmly. "Drill a hole in my stomach? That way the baby can perhaps get the full effects of the nicotine itself?" With a sickly sweet smile, she took the cigarette and popped the end in the man's mouth. Her voice lowered. "Maybe if Bearse had stopped that nasty habit, I wouldn't have had the privelage of watching the light leave his eyes." She studied the man's eyes as she said this, her voice dropping to a satisfied whisper at the end.
 
Sarah was not exactly thrilled about attending the wedding today, but since Valcan thought it would be a good idea to go and maintain a semblance of manners, she had agreed. Straightening her black fur over her strapless dress, she followed him into the pew and sat down. Crossing her long legs left over right, she straightened the hem of her dress to be appropriate before turning to see a pregnant blonde stuffing one of Valcan's smokes into his mouth and commenting on his bad habit. Snatching it from his lips, she spoke smoothly to the blonde. "I don't believe Bearse lost his life from a few smokes, dear, however, this is not the time or place to discuss that unpleasantness." Sarah quickly dropped the smoke into her purse and snapped the top. Turning back to the pregnant one, she held her hand out to her. "Sarah Hildebrandt," she added haughtily, the large garnet and diamond heart ring glinting on her elegant hand.
 
Vasilka entered the church, dressed in black. It had been forever since she saw so many people gathered. The last time she even saw Kalif or Asparuh was three years ago. She had barely gotten over the loss of her child and late-husband. She claimed a place in the Zhefarovich side, sitting with her legs crossed, her posture dignified, and her eyes rested upon Prodan. He was her mother's twin after all. She glanced over at her own twin, her look alike with blue eyes and blonde hair. Vasilka sat in silence with Vialine at her side. Both twenty-one and fair pale beauties. Vialine had a tiny smile upon her features, and Vasilka sat with a cold expression, both waiting for the wedding to begin.
 
Simone had entered the church with her 'Dad' but lingered around the church with a sly smirk on her bronzed features. Her little sister would not be pleased and this amused her greatly. The sisters hadn't spoken in over two years and she had hoped that her ugly little sister would be here. After flirting with a boy that kept her interest well enough she gracefully walked down to the Zchechaf sitting area and sat beside her 'Dad' but her attention fell to two beautiful babies and she smiled. "Grandfather, you seem uncomfortable, perhaps I should take them from you," the blonde woman said with a innocent smile she saved for the higher-ups of the family she belonged to.

Ludovic handed her the children immediately but carefully as they were of pure blood and to see it spilled would be a tragedy as there were not many pure blood wizards left, well ones that had not reduced to inbreeding. Simone looked down at the boy and girl and hummed a song she had sung to Avrille every night for a year after their parents had passed. Truthfully the girl missed her sister but from what she had heard, she had not changed, she still was as hateful as she was since the day she had found out about her parents' deaths which almost saddened her to think she was still living in the past.
 
Raven was a little more than nervous when she glanced around the church. She stuck next to her mom, and she bit her lip. Her sister that she just found out about was getting married. Her green eyes gazed over a family that was technically hers, but she knew none of them. Growing up only knowing the Mirayinov's was a disadvantage. Raven then spotted him. The Patriarch of the family of Zhefarovich's. Her father. Raven's breath almost left her, and she wondered how in the world could Liyla love such a cold, statue of a person? Raven spotted her mom, and she did not hesitate before sitting down next to Liyla, and put her head upon her mother's shoulder. She wanted nothing more but to just see her family all in one place, and the Mirayinov's were not included in this church.
 
Alphonse was tired of this happening to him, if he wasn't getting tortured or overloaded with work, he was getting beaten around by someone. It was frustrating to the point where he knew that things after the marriage were going to have to change for him, whether that meant staying out of the way or complying more with the Head, whatever it was he was willing to fix. 'I hate the situation she got me into.' Alphonse threw a nasty look at Nataliia, even if this was partially his fault too, a lot of this was hers. With a soft sigh, Alphonse ignored his tired sigh and listened for the part of the vows he was actually supposed to care about, he was too weak and tired to really care anymore.
 
Nataliia bowed her head as she walked up the aisle. She looked truly stunning, and most of her pregnancy was hidden, which she was thankful for. She gave a sorrowful glance up at Asparuh, and she had flashbacks of hers and Joseph's wedding. She stared at Alphonse, ignoring the nasty look given to her. Tears brimmed her almost blue eyes as the priest said the words. The vows came, and Nataliia's breath was taken away. How could she do this? Nataliia blamed herself for everything. The hell she got herself, and him, into now, and Joseph's death. Why did she not stop him? The priest told her to say her vows, and Nataliia released a sigh. She then spoke, her voice broken from grief of her last husband:

"I vow to honor you as a person, as a being of goodness,
I vow to stay with you, through time and space,
through the troubling times and so forth.
The merging of two families into one, so be it.
I promise to care for you through your pains,
and through the obstacles that await us.
I promise to raise these children to be healthy,
and I promise them to be ours, and not just mine.
I vow to cherish, hope, and dream of the future with you."

Nataliia managed her vows without sobbing, but a few tears escaped down her cheeks. Those the words were only meant for her children, she could not love this man like she did Joseph. Blood was not a problem with her when it concerned true love. And now, she was going to be a Snow... It was all too much for the young woman. The pain, the betrayal she performed out of wanting to escape the pain... Nataliia deserved her future.
 
Alphonse had to admit that Nataliia looked gorgeous, but that look on her face bothered him to the point of no return, she looked as if her dog was just killed in an accident or something. Then again from what he had heard, this wasn't her first marriage either, maybe this was something of a reminder to her or something. Her continued to stare at her with his icy gaze until her vows were finished and it had become his turn, he already knew exactly what he was going to say, he hadn't used his vows before but his father had, so he didn't see an issue with using it for his own vows, he didn't bother to say it to Margaux because just like this woman, she meant nothing to him. But at least Nataliia was pure blooded and had some self respect.

"I, Alphonse Snow take you, Nataliia Dragonov,
to be my (lawfully wedded) wife,
knowing in my heart that you will be my constant friend,
my faithful partner in life, and my one true love.
On this special and holy day, I give to you in the presence of God and all those in attendance my sacred promise to stay by your side as your faithful husband
in sickness and in health,
in joy and in sorrow,
as well as through the good times and the bad."

Once the Vows were finished, he knew his fate was sealed. He was once again a married man forced to abide by the rules that a married man had. He was also now a Zhefarovich family member, he was proud to see powerful families combined, even if it was for what he felt a bad reason. Giving one last look at Nataliia, he stared curiously out at his family, none of whom looked very happy. 'What have I done?' He knew he was probably going to mess up his chances of ever winning their favor again, but they would understand after he explained the power that they would gain from this, that the pure blood race would be lengthened further more.
 
Nataliia slowly wiped the tears from her eyes, and she knew that this was a mutual marriage concept. For the children, and for the sake of not being killed by her father. He was a pure-blood, so were her children, and that was all that mattered right now. And now, it was time to kiss him. She didn't want to, but the look that she received from Asparuh, Nataliia murmured, "I'm...so...sorry..." Nataliia leaned forward, and up just a bit, just enough to barely press her lips against his, sealing the marriage. However, for that moment, Nataliia felt something. It felt like a shock, and it was enough to make her step back from him, her eyes widened somewhat. Her new name: Nataliia Snow. She was married to Alphonse, and she felt something that she should have only felt for one. Turning, she fled toward the bathroom, where she would collapse in a corner, and just cry. At least Rosaline and Chavdar would have a happy ending, whom were going to be married next.
 
Alphonse wanted to roll his eyes when she said she was sorry to him, if she was really that sorry then she wouldn't have slept him with that day and saved them both a lot of trouble. But at least she was thoughtful enough to recognize that this was his problem just as much as it was hers. "Just forget it..." He told her softly before he allowed his lips to meet with hers in a kiss that sealed the marriage, he had to admit that it was still a pretty good kiss for someone that he was supposed to hate at the moment. Raising an eyebrow at her as he watched her back up from him, he was unsure what was wrong with her, maybe she was shocked that she was actually now married to him or something, he was unsure. Now it was the other couples turn and he could honestly not wait for them to hurry so he could be done with standing here.
 
Chavdar approached the priest, when it was his and Rosaline's turn to be wed. He wanted to go see why Nataliia ran away so fast, but then he remembered, Joseph. Chavdar shot Alphonse a dirty, rotten glare. Chavdar wanted to break that man's neck for helping assist in taking her life through more hell than she deserved. Chavdar knew that Nataliia participated, but why did the man just leave her? And not proceed through the night? Chavdar shook his head, and he nodded at the priest, indicating that he was ready. His stormy eyes glanced down the aisle, as he waited for his love to come walking down. She would be a vision in white, though she already was before. Her blue eyes, her hair, everything about her Chavdar adored. And now, she would soon be his wife, and the family would be complete.

Chavdar could never be happier.
 
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