I came from a wealthy family , I grew up on an estate of five hundred acres of land .
In a house with walls the colour of cream and fragrance of roses. Our house was splendid , fit for royalty. There was over three hundred rooms, my favourite room was my room because the four poster bed was draped in new silk from china. The walls were a pale pink and the bed cloths were pale green and the wooden floors were a slight shade of cream . When I was at a young age my room was filled with the finest things you could ever imagine.

Things changed our country was taken over and the only way to keep the royal blood flowing was to marry the new rulers son and to keep my family out the gallows.
The new ruler was a king from far far away and wanted me to marry his son . They managed to take over the most secure country without guns. Most of them only had swords, some had nothing we had the most advanced weapons how could of they defeated us?
Why would the king want me to marry his son , I am known for being disobedient , impolite and vicious.
Why me? I have other sisters who are prettier than me and perfect.
My parents use to purposely keep me in my room whenever there was parties or anything that envolved people coming over.
But what is more important the fate of the country ? or me.

I can't believe I’m doing this , this is so stupid I don't even know this guy and I’m getting married to him. I hate the that I’m a princess I just want to be a normal girl so I can marry whoever I want, but I can't so now I’m standing here about to get married to a guy I’ve never met. I hope that he's not some old guy. "Come on Arabella" my father said to me while taking my hand and we start to walk down the aisle as that stupid music plays. I don't look up to see the man because I’m afraid but when I can't hold off any longer I look up and see a gorgeous guy he has short black hair that came and bluish greenish eyes that look dangerous. He looked about 18 maybe and I’m 17 so I guess that there isn't a big age difference thank god, but I still hate his guts no matter how hot he is. I mean what right he has ruining my life but if this dosen't go well my whole family could be slaughtered. I guess I'll just have to smile , my mum , not my step mum use to say nothing else mattered if you smiled. If I tripped up but kept smiling it would be ok.But I don't smile anymore , my mum died and when my dad remarried he changed became obsessed with the reputation of the family. What the hell , who cares I'm not going to smile and my family only cares about me to get this right.
I looked at the imposter of the dad I knew and looked at my dress , not exactly the running away type of dress. I looked behind the doorway was clear , my dad pinched me and whispered "stop it , this will be your only opportunity to save us," he looked at me sternly something he only ever did to me . I stomped on his foot and made a dash for it , whilst everyone was fussing over my dad nobody noticed that I had slipped away but that was when I heard the yelling. Oh god I better get running...

I ran and ran but slowed down when I got to the cherry tree blossoms. I sighed and leaned agianst the tree. Am I doing the right thing ? I am so imperfect , why can't that guy marry one of my sisters , they have goldon brown hair and blue eyes. I an stuck with unusual yellow hair with amber eyes , nobody in my family has amber eyes, no one.

I picked a few blossums and fidled with them.

Impressum

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