ZINA
They all stood there, waiting for Zina and Rowan like the occasion was a joyful one which should be greeted with nothing short of the sounds of drums and tambourines even.
Her mother even though she stood at the altar was obviously bound and her eyes unsettled. While Master, his half form perched on a stool beamed like he had been waiting for that day all his life.
The Deformed who aired her stared at them, a strange expression which could be mistaken for pity, or something more that Zina certainly didn't care for, etched to his face.
Not wanting to see anymore of their expressions as she braced herself for what was to come, she glued her eyes on the roof of the room instead.
Arm still entiwined with Rowan's, they walked until they reached the base of the altar. Zina's free hand was clenched into a fist discreetly by her side just as they took their place.
