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Prologue

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"I pronounce you husband and wife. You may kiss the bride." The priest announced to the young couple standing in front of him.

Darien lifted the laced veil hesitantly and peered into the face of a beautiful young goddess. Her almond shaped eyes, complemented by her long, thick lashes, were a perfect hue of cerulean blue. Her wonderfully sculpted nose and prominent cheekbones gave her an aristocratic air, one solidly backed by the royal blood flowing freely through her veins. He smirked at the sight of her supple lips, curved into an obvious frown.

"Ahem, I believe I said you may kiss the bride." The Priest prompted once more.

Cold eyes bore into Darien, as if daring him to close in on the distance between them. He did. She gasped but was quickly silenced by his crushing lips. He punished her ruthlessly, assaulting her tender lips with overwhelming pressure. The kiss ended as abruptly as it had been initiated.

"You do that ever again and I'll be a widow sooner than I had originally planned." She warned dangerously through clenched teeth. Her expression changed immediately as she turned to face the photographers with a flawless smile, her eyes twinkling of indescribable happiness.

"Glad to know I'm loved." He landed another kiss on her protesting lips before dragging her to meet the throngs of people waiting to congratulate the young couple.

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"Consider yourself lucky, Darien." A voice stated with an amalgam of mockery and seriousness.

"Lucky, my ass." Darien stared contemptuously at his young wife, who was sharing a few laughs with her closest friends.

"You don't know what you're saying." His best friend stated matter-of-factly.

"Cut the crap. I don't need you to tell me how I feel."

Disregarding his demand, Andrew continued. "I mean, look at her. She's gorgeous. Not to mention filthy rich and royalty. What is there not to like? You either have no taste in women or you're gay." As much as he loved his friend, he couldn't help but laugh at his current state.

Darien Shields had been named the single most eligible bachelor five years in a row. His rugged, yet handsome looks and disarming smile earned him the title of a true lady-killer. Being the president of the Shield's Corporation, he enjoyed the extravagant lifestyle of upper-class society. He had it all.

"Very funny. You very well know that I hate her with a passion. I wouldn't be here today if my parents hadn't personally 'escorted' me to the church." Darien grabbed a glass of champagne and downed it in one gulp. "I never agreed to marry her. But then again, I wasn't given much of a choice. It was either this or my inheritance. I may be insane but I'm no fool. Besides, the old man is going to die soon. As soon as he's gone, I'm going to free myself from that witch."

Andrew heaved a sigh, "I highly doubt that. As much as you try to deny it, you're still human."

"What's that supposed to mean?"

"You'll find out soon enough." Andrew responded enigmatically, winking at an utterly annoyed Darien. "I do believe I hear my darling calling my name. Adieu!"

"What did I do to deserve this?" Darien asked himself in disbelief.

"Deserve what?" A soft, sultry voice questioned.

"It's...you."

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Please forgive my lack of writing skills as this is my first Sailor Moon fanfiction. I will try my best and hopefully it won't turn out too disappointing.

Ladie of Avalon