A/N: This is Trisha's pov during those couple hours and what happens to her.

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30 minutes later, everyone is still standing there shocked.

Trisha's POV

I wake up, and I find myself, in a cramped room. The bed I am laying is shoved in a corner. There is also a toilet and sink across from the bed. I am in a cell. The door opens, and a man walks in. He is of average height, and his brown hair is thinning. His face is twisted with a scowl and smirk, a gruesome look. His eyes were brown, and he was overweight. But he looks familiar like I have seen him before but can't remember where. He smiles, and it twists up his face more.

"You probably don't remember me so that I will introduce myself. I am your Uncle Eric of your father's side. In the Linx tradition, if the father has an unwed brother, his first daughter will be betrothed to the brother." He leers at me. "The wedding will take place in two hours; I suggest you come to terms with this because it will happen." He left, and he locks the door behind him.

I stare at the locked door in shock. It takes me a minute for my brain to start working again and assess the situation. I'm locked a cell. Check. I'm being forced to marry my crazy-ass uncle. Check. I'm recalling when I met Grandfather for the first time and he told me that the Linx only marry their soulmates and no one else. Check. And I know that Severus is my soulmate no matter what. So, I can't marry my Uncle, the marriageable rites won't allow it. Unless he found a way using dark magic to force us to marry.

I'm still in lost in my thoughts when the door opens again and two women come through this time carrying a white gown. They lock the door behind them. I take one look at the gown and I sneer. I find dresses to be completely annoying and not useful for anything. The women freeze upon what they are doing when they see me sneer at the dress. I get up and with a wary eye I watch them. They are busy setting down make up, shoes and a veil on the bed I just vacated. While their backs are turned, I quickly cast magic over the dress to search for any dark spells. There is one on it that will make me weak. I quickly disperse of the curse and put a protection a spell on it. I finish doing this as the women turn back around to face me. They stare hard at me and I glare right back. I refuse to be the victim again.

"Touch me and you die," I said in my deadliest whisper. The women paled and looking at each other, they quickly leave the room.

Looking at the dress again, I decide my best chance to play the submissive girl until I get my chance to end my uncle. I put on the gruesome piece of clothing and prepare myself for the wedding. It must have taken me longer than I thought because as I am finishing putting on the veil, the two women come back into the room. They stare at me as if I'm some goddess. Before taking into a cavernous type room. It kinda almost look like a cathedral.

I'm taken up to the alter, during the bridal march, where my uncle is and he is dress in some tacky clothes. An ancient man stands in front of us. He seems to asleep on his feet, in fact he snores. I barely hold back a giggle. Before anything can happen, Severus and Kingsley rush through the door. Uncle glares at them and I can tell he is about to attack. An anger like never before rose within me and I lose it. I summon my weapon which is a double blade battle ax and I send a message to Severus with my mind. I take my battle ax and chop of Eric Day's head. I stand there in front of everyone looking a little lost. Severus hurries up to me and hugs me close.

"I thought I was about to lose," he breathes.

"Never," I said vehemently.

"Since we are here," I continue, "Should we just get married now?"

"I believe we should so that we will never be parted," Severus answers.

The Ancient Wizard wakes up and looks around before looking at us. He studies us for a while before making an intricate motion with hands and nods at us. Rings appear on our left hands and we were married. Severus draws me close and kisses me.

I tap my foot and my clothing changes from the hideous white dress to black jeans, a white tank top and a leather jacket. My hair becomes a single braid down my back and my wings come out. With my battle ax in hand I know who I am. I turn to toward the people gathered.

"I am the Warrior Queen of the Linx,"

A/N: Aaaaand I'm stopping there. This is my first story and I am not exactly comfortable with writing the entire hot and heavy scenes. Thank you for reading and enjoying my story and there might be a sequel might not. Depends if enough people comment and like it. Anyway, I'm gonna work on my next story.