She nodded slowly as she listened to him, but did not say much. Tirana did not really know what to add, if there was anything that she could. Instead, she simply returned the kiss softly, lovingly. Her own arms wrapping around him.

He spent the night in her arms. After all they were married and she was required to produce offspring for them. He had every right to express his love to her in this manner. The next morning he woke up and kissed her moving the hair from her face. The clothes he had been wearing were scattered all over the room as were the shredded remains of hers. He went to the closet and picked an outfit for her.

She slept soundly, even when he kissed her and brushed the hair from her face. The woman only shifted a little in his sleep when she heard him rummaging through the closet. She did not want to wake up, not yet.

Finding the perfect gown he placed it on the door and went back to her sleeping form. He kissed her again laying next to her and rubbing her tummy gently. A tummy he hoped would soon be growing to prove that the seed he gave her was growing.

(gown)

She finally stirred when he laid back down in the bed next to her. With his hand on her stomach she knew what he was hoping would show itself soon, and she could not say that she did not look forward to the same thing. They were married, and she would have to bear his children. The thought both excited her, and scared her a little. She did not know if she would make a good mother.

Her eyes met his and she leaned forward to kiss him gently. "Morning, my love." She was happy to be waking up in his arms, but the events of the prior night still rang out in her mind. She couldn't bring herself to say that it was a good morning, and she felt guilty for how happy she was in the light or what happened previously.

He smiled and rubbed her stomach some more laying his head down on her chest. He gave her a small kiss on her lips.
"How do you feel my dear?"

Tiranatil smiled down at him and ran her fingers through his hair, placing her other hand over his. "I feel alright, my love. Sad for the loss of Aaron and Andrea, though." She could not help but chew on her lip in thought for a time.

((Oh, cute dress by the way. IT'S A HELLO KITTY GOWN. XD))

He frowned slighty.
"They were dear friends and shall be missed. I will grant them a rememberance. I will be back soon. Your outfit is ready and the servants will bring you breakfast."

He went downstairs and to his garden. Andrea and Aaron has been burned to ashes and he buried them slowly. He took a rose seed and planted it above them and then placed his hand over them the tears from his eyes falling.

She watched him leave before she stood to clean herself up and put on the gown that he had laid aside for him. It was beautiful and fit her perfectly. Tiranatil gave a moment to wonder how he was able to match her so perfectly. Quickly she left the room and made her way out to the garden where her new husband was. She would mourn the lose of Aaron and Andrea by his side. When she reached him the Fallen Angel rested her hand on his shoulder.

He smiled up at her.
"I am almost done dear."
Suddenly beneath his hands two beutiful rose bushes bloomed.
"This is there souls being set free."

She watched as the roses broke the soft soil and bloomed. Tirana had never seen anything done so quickly. Flowers usually took days, at the least, before they would bloom. On top of that, these were the most beautiful roses she had ever seen. Perhaps it was because of what they sprouted from. "You are a far better man then most of the Angels I have known, Victor." Tears rolled down her cheeks from her own feeling of loss. In just the few days she had been in Victors home, she had come to enjoy the girls company. Things were strange, yes, but he only did what he had to in order to survive. Lightly she squeezed his shoulder, hoping to ease his pain a little just by offering comfort to him.

He looked up at her and hugged her.
"I love you so much hun. I know you will be ok for now. As for Aaron and Andrea they will be safe forever. There souls are free and they can enjoy the afterlife together know they did right."
He kissed her soft lips gently.
"I promise things will be better."

She returned the hug and the kiss lightly. "I trust you Victor. I know that you will do everything that you can to keep me safe." Tirana thought to the ring, "I have not taken the ring off since you gave it to me, so I know that nothing more then what has happened, can."

He smiled and kissed her gently.
"Good girl. Now you go for a walk into town and buy some items for me."
He handed her a list. (u decide what it says)
He handed her some monies and smiled at her.
"Buy anything that you wish also."

She returned the kiss and looked down at the list. Her eyes scanned over it for a moment before she nodded, "Alright." The items all seemed fairly normal, though she did not see what one had to do with the next. Perhaps they were just items he needed. "I should be back shortly." She took the money and then thought for a moment. "I'll get a coin purse from my room and then leave." She leaned up and kissed him again before going to do just that.

He went to the dungeon and grabbed a girl. This time he just kissed her and ate her. He had to eat. His emotions were going crazy. He figured with Tira gone she would not have to witness it. He knew it bothered her some. He wondered what kind of fallen she was. It was quite interesting. When he finished he went to his study and got started on his paperwork. He would have to find a new man servant.

Her trip into town was a relatively fast one. She grabbed the few things on his list. Candles, some meats and cheeses, salt, and various other things of the sort. She found one gown that she thought was beautiful, and after some debate decided to buy it. With that done she returned home and put the gown in her room, the other items she took into the kitchen and put in their places before she started to search for her husband.

(very pretty)

Looking at the papers he sighed. Finding a new manservant had to be done soon. Of course if Tira was willing she could always handle his affairs for him. He never realized how lost he was without Aaron. He relied on him to much.

Eventually she made her way into the study, where she found her husband sitting behind the desk. She crossed the room and took a seat in one of the chairs that had been arranged opposite of him. Her legs crossed beneath the gown and she leaned back. "What are you working on, my love?" She tilted her head slightly and brushed some of her hair back behind her ear. A bit of it had falling loose during her walk to and from the town. She would have to fix that.

He smiled up at her.
"Trying to figure out where to find a new man servant to handle my affairs. Its a lot harder than it looks."
She was so pretty. No one can compare to her.

She uncrossed her legs and leaned forward, looking at the paperwork he had on the desk, "Is that so. Perhaps I can help." Tirana looked up at him to make sure that he would want her help.

He looked up at her with a smile.
"unless you know a buisnessman who can assist me with my personal affairs I am afraid there is not much you can do for me my darling. Did you find yourself a nice dress or something at the market?"

"The only people that I know, unfortunately, would not be willing to help." Tirana pressed her lips together, "I will help as much as you need me to, my love. At least until you can find someone to take up Aarons position." At his next question she offered a smile, "I found a lovely gown, actually. I will show it to you later, when you have time."

((I just realized, that's the Corpse Bride gown that someone made.))

"I would love the help my dear but I can handle it. I would love to see your gown now if you will model it for me. If its pretty enough I just might have to take you into the room again."
He smirked at her giving her a quick kiss.

(haha I didnt realize it either o.O)

She nodded and returned the kiss lightly. "Of course, my love. Please, though. If you do need help do not hesitate to ask me." With that she stood and left the study with the skirts of her gown swirling around her ankles.

A relatively short time later she returned in her new gown. The dress fit around her wings perfectly, and somehow managed to stay aloft without straps. Tirana curtsied before him and then did a little spin, "What do you think, Victor?"