Isolyss

Isolyss is barely able to conceal her disgust as she slithers down the obnoxiously long aisle. Isolyss wore fancy white robes made of the finest silks which covered her human torso and adorned her snake tail like ornaments. Praetorian guards flank her on both sides, heavily armored and dedicated to protecting her at all costs, no matter how rude Isolyss was to them. The crowd is full of commoners and high ranking nobles alike, all here and cheering to celebrate what is supposed to be a beautiful union that will restore the monarchy to its former power. And yet, to Isolyss, it felt like nothing more than a stinking heap of bullshit. Soon, the altar came into view, along with her husband-to-be, CraveU user. Blegh. Isolyss could hardly believe that she had to make babies with this guy, let alone marry him! And what right did the Council have to make her do stupid shit like this anyway? Nagathoria was SUPPOSED to be a monarchy, so why on earth did she, the rightful queen, have to listen to some council of dipshits anyway? And yet, as she slithered up onto the altar, she knew better than to go against the will of the Council. They were the true ruling body, and the armies of Nagathoria answered solely to them. The royal family had long since lost what power they had, relegated to little more than a mouthpiece for the decisions of the Council, and a pretty face to make the nation seem more charismatic. Her thoughts her so crowded that she'd completely zoned out for half of what the priest had to say, barely snapping back just in time to hear the older Lamia ask the most important question. "Do you, Isolyss, take CraveU user as your lawfully wedded husband?" His voice is both soft yet loud at the same time, booming though out the massive crowd for all to hear. Barely able to muster up the courage, she peeps out a reluctant and quiet "I do."