I love this handsome bed. In fact, I'm in love with it. We're perfect for each other. But Gilbert doesn't want us together. The jealous wh*re.

".... lady, my lady, Lady Elizabeth!!!"

"...Huh!! What! Who..Who died!" I got up in a fright. Gilbert was not waking me up. No! He was wringing me up like a ragged doll. And no one deserved to be woken up this way.

By the time I woke up I probably looked like the dolls of my cousin Sally, lifeless and headless.

"Thank goodness you're alright my Lady!" He heaved a relived sigh while he almost took all the life out of me. "I was so afraid thinking you might've been poisoned during your sleep since you didn't wake up no matter how many times I called out your name, I thought something might've happened to you." Was the palace such a dangerous abode for you to just drop dead of the face of this world like in a night? God! I think I just got myself screwed all over again.

"Right! Uh....I'm a pretty heavy sleeper. Please don't mind me." I passed him an awkward smile.

"(Sigh) That's a relief. Now my Lady, please remember, today no matter what happens, you have to smile and say 'yes'." He said and I frowned while looking at him skeptically, "What?"

"I know you must be finding it difficult to fathom everything that's been going on and I don't have enough time to explain it all to you but just remember to say 'I Do' to everything that is asked of you." He said. Yeah, I can smell some fuckery right there but I nodded in silence never the less.

Mom always used to say while twirling her wedding ring around her left ring finger, 'Marriage isn't a ring worn or a paper signed. It is not just about tying the knot, it is also about keeping the knot tight. It is the union of two hearts beating as one, each that would sacrifice for the other's happiness and wellbeing. Marriage is something so beautiful that even the Gods envied such a union.' Admitted, mom had been the dramatic type, but her words left a lasting imprint on me.

I might not look it, but I had always been the hopeless romantic myself. The kind who would dream of a fairytale wedding with butterflies and unicorns that farted rainbows and a love that would make me spend the rest of my life with someone I'd want to kill but won't do so because I'll miss them later.

Once upon a time, I was one of those girls who foresaw my wedding as the most perfect moment in my life. And today, was such a day.

I was dressed in the most extravagant of dresses. A dress custom made just for me(Don't even ask me how they did it in a day, never mind the measurements. I shall never get over nobles and their secrets) and I was decorated in pearls all over from head to toe. It was my best hair day and trust me when I say this, I didn't even know my hair could be made so perfect. My makeup was flawless and my shoes were a dazzling diamond. By the time all was over, I looked like a freaking jewelry box. And I'm not exaggerating.

The beautiful caramel colored gown that made me look freaking awesome, was entrenched with rich ocean pearls (I was specifically told that by the said Designer) and a splendid red rose (Real if I might add) fastened to my choker necklace, while an identical rose corsage sat on my right wrist. My hair, likewise was embellished with red roses and pearls. Yeah, you can totally envision it. I literally looked like a gazillion dollar living breathing jewelry box, pretty of course. But nevertheless, a jewelry box. I wondered if I would get to keep any of the stuff they were dolling me up with (I mean I'd be satisfied even with just the soles of my diamond shoes.) Everything was beyond Perfect. Except for the fact that everything was fake. I've imagined myself as many things, but never as an accomplice in a forged marriage of convenience.

"You look magnifique Mademoiselle! The Rohoyale Highness wouldn't be able to take his eyes off you." Lady Cecile, the most famed designer of this era squealed like a pubescent fan girl.

"....Ahahaha...thanks, I guess." I let out an awkward laugh.

"Well now, Seigneur Gilbert is awaiting Your Highness's appearance outside, shall we grace him with your presence?" Lady Cecile, offered her hand to escort me to Lord Gilbert and I gracefully took it.

"Ah! There you are Seigneur Gilbert. And here is Her Majesty in all her gloire. Doesn't she look just lovely." Lady Cecile handed me over to Lord Gilbert loaded with compliments while I couldn't keep from blushing since it was my first time hearing such praise about myself.

"Yes indeed My Lady." Lord Gilbert nodded in consent, "Lady Elizabeth looks the most gorgeous today." And me being me, I opened my mouth and ruined the great moment that was going on between us all. "Thank you so much for the compliment Lord Gilbert. Now I can totally die unworried, happy in the thought that this is going to be my ghost outfit forever." Lady Cecile had a face identical to a carp out of water and well.... I don't think Lord Gilbert was surprised. After all, he knew I'm the kind of person who can ruin the mood without even trying to. I guess that was that.