Marking you

On her way to the ceremony, Belle found herself constantly adjusting her gown, it thin fabric barely covering her arms as she walked. She recalled her first mating ceremony; she had been so shy that Quinn had ordered the maids to dress her in a proper gown, disregarding tradition for her comfort. At the time, she had been against his decision, but now, as she followed the customs, she realized just how grateful she had been for his consideration back then.

The fabric was thin, exposing her arms, and beneath it, she wore only a bra and undergarment, making her feel even more vulnerable. The air was cold, and once she arrived at the garden, the chill would be even worse, her gown was far too light to offer any protection. But it did not matter. A mating ceremony never lasted long, once the mates had bonded, they could take their leave. Though, leaving would mean they were expected to complete the mating that very night.