✦Sareena✦

You walked into the Grandmaster's chambers, quick to grab his first aid kit and see to the small wound on your thigh; it had only been an accident, Kuai Liang had caught your leg by accident whilst you were helping him to put up a fence in his flower garden, and you knew without a doubt that if Bi-Han found out, he would likely kill his brother for it.

Firstly for the fact that he had spent time with you without permission. Secondly for hurting you.

Even by accident, Bi-Han would not allow something like that to slide; as much as he was frosty towards everyone, including you, he always made it clear that if anyone so much as had a thought about you that he didn't like, or breathed around you in a way that he didn't like, he was going to take an issue with it loudly.

Tomas had learned that the hard way when he had flicked cigarette ash too close to you whilst you were both sneaking cigarettes in the gardens. He still had a scar on his hand from being burned with ice.

Bi-Han wasn't protective, he swore that he wasn't, he just didn't like sharing you with anyone else, and he didn't like that his brothers thought they could treat you as their equal when you weren't. You made sure that the small nick on your thigh was dealt with, and made yourself at home on Bi-Han's bed; you didn't need to bother with asking permission for anything, as Bi-Han would say no but allow you anyway.

So you grabbed your phone from where you had left it charging, and got yourself comfortable; it must have been around ten minutes before he walked in, glared at you, and narrowed his eyes as he saw the way that you had your leg propped up on a couple of pillows.

"Who?"

"No one," you told him, hardly glancing up from the phone as you answered a text. "I fell over."

"Let me see it," he growled. "Now."

You raised your brow, then shook your head. "I'm fine, Grandmaster Blueberry Ice."

"I will have Cyrax take you to the Shaolin if you don't," Bi-Han threatened.

You scoffed, wishing that that harsh, authoritative, voice had no effect on you; it made you shiver and shake, made you bite the inside of your lip as you glared at him and finally put the phone aside.

You pushed your trousers down, and your breath hitched when he got between your legs; calloused and cold fingers traced your hot skin, and he scowled as he glanced up at you. Your legs around his waist as he held your thighs tightly.

"Bi-Han, don't," you whispered. "I'm fine, I promise."

"So if I did this," he leaned over you, pressing his forearms into the pillow either side of your head. "Nothing?"

You gripped his shoulders, breath and words leaving you immediately as you nodded. "Some kinda reaction, but my leg's fine, Snowy."

He didn't believe you for a second, but when you stole a kiss, he froze; the cold radiated from him a little more as he tightened his grip on the pillow, trying his best to keep his resolve.

You had known each other for years, you were a constant presence in his life, but he could not allow himself to stoop so low as he clenched his jaw. You were a good man, a good fighter, but you were not Lin Kuei.

You would never be Lin Kuei... but the soft touches and the gentle stolen kisses made him growl as he tried to remain as cold as he could, hating the thaw in his stomach.

"I shouldn't," he grumbled.

"You're the Grandmaster," you pointed out. "You can do whatever you want."

Bi-Han clenched his jaw, debating it for a moment; you were breaking through the blue ice, and he knew that you were but he would never stop you.

"You are to tell no one about this," he hissed. "Is that clear?"

You nodded, tugging at his shirt. "As ice."

"Stop," he huffed. "Your puns are as bad as your attitude."

You opened your mouth, and he immediately shut you up with a kiss; it burned and it made you freeze before you melted into it, tugging at his hair and his shirt to keep him close. It didn't last long as he pulled away, scowling at you before going in for another kiss; he could feel your smile against his lips, and refused to listen to the part of him that told him to be soft and easy.

He moved down, grabbing your thigh and pressing an open mouthed kiss to the wounded flesh; he would find out the truth and he would make sure that whoever had gotten you hurt would pay for it. He didn't care who it was, he just needed them to pay the price for hurting you.

"Bi-Han," you mumbled, and he glared up at you. "Stay?"

He grumbled and complained and cursed you for it, but still moved so that his back was against the headboard, and although he complained even more, he still coaxed you onto his lap, his brown eyes glaring at you as he held you tightly against his body.

"These are my chambers," he pointed out. "Not yours."

"Well, I'm here more than you," you laughed softly. "So they're basically mine... unless you're gonna act like Frosty The Snow Dick and kick me out."

Usually, weddings are the event of love, trust, strong souls meeting and well.

Just fun and happiness or blah blah.

Seem like no one in this wedding was exactly feeling that!

The guests were murmuring or eating. Like a sport's break. So no fun in the air.

"Remind me why I waste my vacation?" Frost was sitting very unladylike in her sit, kuai and tomas paid her to wear the long robe. And put that horrible hair back.

"I thought lin kuei didn't have any vacation?" Tomas answer, biting loudly to a cucumber he sneak from kitchen. Frost face was copyright of the unimpressed lady in the backrow.

It's not like teenagers like being in a wedding. Let alone like this....dry.

"Lin Kuei do give vacations. To people who deserve it." Frost said smug. "I have been working my ass off."

"Sure you do. Where's the twin blue?" Tomas asked. She shrug. "I don't know. We are plus one so I don't know if we are allowed in."

"Plus one? What kind of fancy thing is that?" Vrbada asked. "I come and go in this ice ass house everyday."

His mulching was hammering frost nerves.

"Are you confessing to being an intruder?" Tomas scoffed. "Are you recording or something, miss police?"

She sighed and leaned back again. This was going to be a long day.

-

"Uh... I hate weddings." Ashra whispered under her breath as she walked through the unknown halls. She gave nod or bow at the servants. Fixing her maid clothing. She wasn't exactly happy to be firced into stealing some stupid books in a wedding!

At least Sareena was enjoying herself. The poor young demoness barely see parties or social gatherings. Ashra was wandering in the room when she quickly closed the door halfway. The groom's brother grabbed the door.

"It's early. He's not ready yet." Kuai Liang said not knowing ashra was actually a thief looking for something.

"Oh yes, yes. Just wanted to make sure you are uh... satisfied with everything." She tried to put a grin.

"Aren't you a kitchen maid?" The young man ask a little suspicious. Ashra chuckled. "Well yes, but I see no one here so uh.... I'll send a- a proper maid!" She quickly closed the door. Ran to find Sareena.

The younger sister was in kitchen stairs. Watching the humans work together and cooking. Communicating with each other. It was such an endearing sight.

"Why are you standing girl?!" Sektor's father was a tall man, standing like grim reaper, hoping to suck your happiness in.

Sareena jump. "Apologies! I just adore the group work!" She said. "Go back to your work! No one sit on my daughter's wedding!"

Sareena ran off. Cursing. "What a sour man." She said as she reached the end of hallway, that's when ashra catch her.

"you found it?" Sareena hissed. Trying to fix her human form and put her wavy hair back. "Indeed." Ashra sighed tired.

"and??" Sareena put her hands on her hips.

"it's in the bride's room. I'll go get it but the wedding it's in 15 minutes. You go watch the groom and his brother, I think he's suspicious." Sareena clench her teeth.

"what if he ask me to do something?? I don't know much about maid stuff!" Sareena huffed. "Just go. Or you want to go back to quan chi with empty hands?" Ashra reminded as she walk upstairs.

Sareena sighed. Fixing her hair. Scowling as she found the room. She heard two men talking. One sound younger and calm as other one was more deep. And quite apathetic.

"I cannot speak to father, kuai. We are already minutes into disaster." The older man voice was annoyed. Almost given up.

"They're pushing him. And he's pushing me. It's like a rage loophole. Like I'm some prize horse they need to breed." He sounds bitter and frustrated.

"*I thought you loved Sektor." Kuai asked gently and unsure. "Love? Kuai, do not be immature. Love? That woman shares my belief and have my trust. But her family is not something I want to call mines, they are charlatan. Especially her father.*"

Bi han ran hands through his still unbrushed hair. Kuai sat beside him. His young features broke into faltering smile.

"Do you want to call it off? You know I'm on your side. You don't deserve a woman like her. You need someone right. And father and the council is too numb to undrs-"

The comfort was cut as Sareena slipped in the room. Falling on the carpet with a tap. The two brothers stood up. Kuai raised an eyebrow. Gaurded as bi han eyes was like storm. Seeing the unknown woman failed at eavesdropping.

Sareena groan. Her wavy dark curls bounce back as she lifted her head up. Her eyes met the groom's steely face. She would talk. Run or try to excuse but well the man's broad shoulders and cold amora really distracted her focus for a second.

She beam up to his face with a disarming smile. Awkwardly try not to turn into a tomato as he titled his head with unimpressed frown.

"uh....room services?" Sareena said.