Young Master Damien's Pet

After what happened in Robarte's mansion and after she gained back consciousness, Grace had turned quiet and dull. Worse than the time when Damien had broken her fangs which was understandable as she had nearly died. If it weren't for Penny and Damien, she would have been dead and it had hit the vampiress hard.

Grace didn't know if she was supposed to be thankful but she was definitely embarrassed for the mistakes she had made. Her father wasn't speaking to her, she knew he cared but at the same time for what she had done, it would take a long time before her family members would forgive her.

Half of her face was scarred and it was a constant reminder which she would have to live with. Her confidence had fallen low but her family was giving her a chance to fix what she had messed up.

It was only two days ago that Penny had knocked on Grace's door, asking her to be a bridesmaid at the wedding. What Grace had done was inexcusable but she was trying to make amends and that was something Penny was looking forward to.

"Let's leave the bride alone for some time," Maggie clapped her hands and the females in the room stepped out of the room, giving Penny the needed space before she would have to go outside.

Penny sat on the bed, fluffing her dress before walking towards the window where she could see the bridge and the number of people who had gathered below outside the garden. The music in the atmosphere was soothing. People wearing high-end clothes that showed the high society life the humans and vampires were part of.

"Penelope," her aunt came to fetch, "Ready?" Caitlin asked her.

When Penny stepped outside, she could feel the tension rise in her bones. Before Penny could walk down the aisle and towards the altar, Damien's father Gerald stood waiting for her.

"Nervous?" asked Gerald and his presence of waiting to walk her to the altar made her happy.

"I little bit," Penny replied as she placed her hand around his hand, letting it rest and the other hand held the bouquet of flowers. The music had started which was soft, drifting in the wind.

"You will feel better once you are up at the altar," he said, and as they walked down. She pursed her lips, taking in a deep breath as she made her way, walking slowly while many eyes were on her.

Out of sheer curiosity, her eyes moved to look at the crowd that had gathered and she spotted some of the known faces who gave her an encouraging smile. There was Lord Nicholas, Sister Jera, Lord Alexander who was a groomsman for his cousin, some of the council members who she had got to meet which included Evelyn. Piers, the black witch was here too along with some of the known faces.

Penny finally caught Damien who was waiting for her.

He wore a black suit with a white shirt, waiting for her and he watched her. Her chest felt full right now and if she could she would have cried but today was not the day to cry. It wasn't because she was sad but because she was happy. The happiness she had not known had opened its doors for her. There was a grin on his lips that was infectious enough to make her smile back at him.

Walking up to him, Gerald finally let go of her as Damien had raised his hands for her to take and she placed her hand in his. Standing at the altar in front of him, Caitlin and Maggie quickly stepped forward to straighten her dress that was errant. Taking her bouquet away, Penny placed the other hand in Damien's hands, her green eyes staring into his eyes and he did the same.

Throughout the ceremony, if Penny was asked what the priest said, she wouldn't have remembered as her eyes concentrated on looking at Damien.

From the time of officially meeting each other, the first time when Penny had seen Damien walk towards her through the crowd before jumping on the stage where she was being sold, their journey had been exhilarating.

Their little banters, the emotions she had gone through in the company of his it was unexplainable like the air around her where she could only feel it. Days, weeks, and months had passed and finally, here they were together, ready to take their vows and waiting for the priest who was none other than Father Antonio who was performing the ceremony for them.

"Penelope, do you accept Damien to be your husband?" asked Father Antonio looking at Penny.

"I do," Penny replied to him.

"Damien, do you accept Penelope to be your wife?"

Damien grinned, "I do," and the priest finally said,

"I now announce you husband and wife. You may now kiss the bride," Damien stepped forward, leaning forward to kiss Penny's lips, it was a sweet kiss on her lips and she wished it could be longer and as if hearing her thoughts, Damien put his arm around her and kissed her for a few seconds more before both of them smiled looking into each other's eyes.

To Damien, Penny had turned to be his world. She was the girl who stole his heart and since the first time he had seen her, he had been intrigued by her presence. He loved her with all his heart and he wanted to protect her, wanting to spend the next endless years with her.

A few years later...

[The year 1848]

"We are going to be late," Penny said, looking at the clock as the minute hand continued to move where Damien was busy doing her hair, "The previous one was alright."

"Shush now," he said moving his hands quickly around and in ten minutes he was done, "I am sure the ceremony will still be going on when we reach there. And the ceremony is usually held close to noon. How are you feeling?" he asked her, helping her stand up with her round stomach and she slowly got up from the seat.

"You know I am perfectly capable of walking and moving by myself. It has only been four months."

"Plenty enough to be careful," Damien said, taking her hand he made sure she was alright and in another, he placed on her stomach before leaning forward to talk to the baby, "Papa, cannot wait for you," and he planted a kiss on her stomach, "Let me know by kicking if you have something to tell me."

Penny's eyes narrowed looking at Damien, "I am slightly worried."

"Don't worry, mouse, he or she will turn as amazing as their father. Your husband has all those redeeming qualities one is looking for," Penny shook her head with a smile, narcist Damien and she received a kiss on the tip of her nose, "Did I tell you how cute your nose is?"

"A few times," Penny replied to him. Grabbing her coat she looked at him and when they were ready, both Damien and Penny had apparated from their house to the land of Valeria where Damien's cousin, Alexander was getting married.