"No, I'm Blackwater, the bishop. Tonight, I'll be ordaining your wedding. "
"What do you imply?"
"Madame, please come. Your husband is waiting for you. "He grabbed her arm and pulled her up the aisle. Jessica was actually dragged down the aisle by the bishop, who was kicking and screaming. Jessica kept telling herself that if she was going to die, she was going to make sure that the flag was flying. Jessica had no intention of giving up and resigning herself to death in silence. Jessica would battle till her last breath against this corpse and his 'Lordship.'
Jessica twisted and turned in the bishop's rotting hold, fighting every step, but the zombie bishop wrestled her up to the altar. As the bishop dragged Jessica under the canopy of dead flowers at the end of the aisle, a chorus of disapproving hushed voices echoed throughout the audience.
"I'm not going to get married." Jessica screamed at him and the audience.
The bishop grabbed her wrist and snapped, "Please, kid, stop whining. Your future husband is on his way, and he won't like it if he sees his bride flaring up."
Jessica looked back down the aisle, hesitantly, but saw nothing. The audience would turn their heads from time to time, hoping to get a glimpse of the groom. Jessica was curious as to what kind of vile person the groom would be. What if this bishop turned out to be the Dark Prince's attractive younger brother? What if the Dark Prince turned out to be a corpse?
The waves of nausea rushed up and pounded Jessica's gut. Her thoughts began to blast a million worst-case possibilities into her head, making her feel increasingly nauseated.
"Tell his highness to make haste before his bride passes out," the bishop snapped his fingers and cried to some unseen thing.
My legs crumbled beneath her, and the bishop grabbed her by the shoulders and yanked her up onto her feet. "For God's sake, child, maintain bravery," he whispered angrily into her ear.
"I'm unable to marry. Please release me, "Jessica implored the bishop to help her.
"Be brave, my darling," the bishop said pitifully as he looked at her.
As Jessica's predicament got increasingly dismal, terror eventually paralyzed her body, freezing her muscles. As her knee tried to cave in, the undead bishop continued to hold her.
"Would somebody tell His Highness to speed up to claim his bride before she passes out!" exclaimed the bishop, sensing Jessica's concern. A young pale boy leapt to his feet and dashed down the aisle, disappearing in the haze. As they all stared at the spectacle before them, a hushed ripple of laughter followed him. "Settle down now," the bishop shouted firmly to the audience as he raised his hand, requesting silence. He then gently squeezed Jessica's shoulder. Was he attempting to provide moral support or consolation, oh my God? Jessica pondered.
Jessica's head was whirling now.
The altar boy dashed back up the aisle, and the bishop said, "Is he coming?" The kid nodded. Jessica prayed, "Oh God, please assist me." Jessica closed and opened her eyes again, trying to wake up from her nightmare.
Heads began to glance over their shoulders, eagerly anticipating anything or someone. Jessica stood rigid and helpless, her body frozen from the cold and anxiety. The decomposing bishop gave another small signal to an unseen creature, and an organ began to play a melancholy melody out of nowhere. The invitees all shifted their gaze to the side, anticipating what would happen down the aisle. As the music became more intense, their expressions brightened into big smiles. It wasn't exactly the wedding march Jessica had hoped for, but it was majestic enough to be heard on the television from a foreign royal court. Jessica would probably have enjoyed it if her life had not been on verge of falling apart.
Jessica's body was temporarily revitalized by a burst of adrenaline as waves of panic crashed into her. Jessica made one last frantic attempt to release herself from the bishop's grip. The bishop twisted and turned in an attempt to keep her under control. Jessica believed she would be able to get away for a brief moment, but something grabbed her attention out of the corner of her eye, and she came to a halt. Jessica raised her head to watch the legend march down the aisle towards her. As he passed, the wedding guests rose to their feet and bowed their heads in reverence. Unlike Jessica's visions of the walking dead, the Dark Prince appeared to be real. His large powerful figure, clothed in a nicely made black Armani suit, towered well over six feet and easily filled the aisle. Jessica's breath caught in her throat as she realized he was stunning—the kind of stunning that might distract a lady in the middle of a zombie bishop fight. The Prince strolled down the aisle as if he were a runway model in one of the world's fashion capitals. Jessica stared with a weird kind of fascination as he catypically took his hand and tunneled his fingers through his jet black hair, smoothing back a few stray fleks that had hidden his lovely amber eyes. Those eyes were mesmerizing. He had hypnotic powers. Jessica was on the verge of a metaphorical abyss, and all she could think about was how nice he looked in a suit.