I Didn't ask for This

Ariadney

Serina's POV

"I know I should've asked this earlier but where are we?" I asked as I looked up at the ceiling.

"My castle," Teton said without looking back.

"Your castle, as in the one in the land of the dead? The one where the servants are ghosts and your pets are Kalabic hounds? That castle?" I asked looking around me with new eyes.

"What other castle would I have?" Teton asked, looking back at me. He then held up a hand to stop any words from coming out of my mouth, "Don't tell me, one castle is quite enough for me."

"Especially when that castle has Ariadney," Mette teased. Teton went crimson and snapped his gaze forward. I smiled as I remembered that particular story. Teton had been dating a woman, Ariadney, for several months using a cover identity. Being the King of the Dead, most people thought of him as a demon of sorts or something along those lines. One night, she went out to met up with him, but they both got caught in the crossfire of a long lived rivalry. She had gotten mortality wounded and Teton was furious. The two groups and Ariadney soon found out who he really was. Although shocked at first, Ariadney agreed to marry him. Whether that be in the world of the living or the world of the dead she didn't mind. She then became his undead queen.

"We're here, spare bedrooms are upstairs," Teton said, pulling me from my thoughts, "Mette you better hu-"

"Teton?" a woman's voice gently cut him off, "What's going on?"

"Ariadney, my dear," he said as a smile lite his expression, holding his hand out in an invitation for her to join us. She accepted and twined her fingers through his, "I would like to introduce you to someone."

"But I already know your rascal of a friend," she teased him, shooting a curious look my way.

"Goose," he chided her gently and taped her on the nose, "Mette is not who I was going to introduce you to."

"It wouldn't happen to be that young lady standing next to that rascal, would it?" her gaze now rested on me fully, her eyes little more than black holes in her head. Her pupils glowing a soft blue.

"Ariadney, this is Serina," as the words left his lips, the entire castle seemed to freeze. Ariadney just stared at me with her mouth hanging slightly open. I shifted from foot to foot, quite aware of my appearance. My hair, still wet from swimming, hung limply down my back in a messy braid. I also wasn't like the two other women next to me; they were both slim and physically fit. I started to feel very self conscience about that fact. Why did I have to make all my characters super model material?

"You're the writer?" Ariadney finally whispered, the awe apparent in her voice.

"Umm....yes?" uncertain of how she would react.

"Sorry for staring, it's just a pleasant surprise to finally meet you face to face," she extended her hand out to me. I nervously grasped her hand, her pale skin was smooth beneath mine, though slightly cold. Either this was one heck of a realistic dream, or this was very, very real.