Their wedding had been nothing short of spectacular. When her father realized how well the treatment worked, he went full into assisting his daughter with a lavish wedding. The colors were cream, deep violet purple, deep blood red and black. The florists went all out, decorating the massive hall with so many flowers that one would not be able to see most of the walls. It wasn't chaos though. Flowers were simple in design, they just covered everything. What walls that could be seen were covered in sheer drapes in the wedding colors. Pandeima looked mysterious and powerful in black and lace as she waited for Silfe to come down the aisle. The bride to be stood quietly behind closed doors. Her father stood beside her looking happier than he had ever been. Today he would get a Sith as a daughter in law. He would get children soon to do his bidding and be even better a child than his current daughter. Plans were already being put together to eventually get Pandeima out of the picture.
He took his sweet daughter's arm, so docile now, so obedient, and then walked together as the doors open to her destiny. Silfe's dress could not have been more opposite to Pandeima's. Where Pandeima was dark, Silfe was light. Where Silfe was dark, Pandeima was light. Her gown flowed behind her in a long train, beautiful half sleeves decorated from elbow to fingers. Her hair was sleek and long, flowing down past her hips in ribbons of curls and decorated with the same appliques from her dress. In one hand, she held her bouquet. On her face, the most delighted and love filled smile. In the time since she had come back home, her and Pandeima had spent so much time together that she had come to love the woman. Perhaps it was that feeling of pleasure every time she submitted to her father or Pandeima's will, or perhaps it was real. Who was to know.
The wedding went off without a hitch, attended by hundreds of people neither bride knew. And when they left, her father pulled her aside and told her he would be waiting when she returned from her honeymoon. He had plans. He must not have realized how tightly he was holding her wrist when he said it, and Silfe didn't realize it til days later when the bruising formed completely.
She knew her loving wife was working tirelessly to provide children for them and supported her in every way she could. She kept as silent about her father's abuse as she ever had, not wanting to distract her wife and feeling the pleasure of not resisting the punishments he gave her in private. They were always healed quickly with bacta and he was careful not to go to far. But this was part of the deal. He wanted to beat her without resistence, but he knew he could not go too far. The yoke that was Pandeima was enough to keep him at bay and he chafed at it every day.
When Vanessa turned to her wife who was breathing heavily, skin glistening with sweat and obvious contentment on her face, Silfe turned languidly to look at her. The words took a moment to sink in but when they did, she sat up stark naked and squealed.
"Really?" She laughed and crushed her wife with her body, kissing her hard and lovingly. It was another hour before either came up for air and Silfe changed her passion to gentle adoration, planting tiny kisses along her wife's skin.
"It's so wonderful my love, my life, my wife."
[member="Vanessa Vantai"]
