Mary:

I arrived at the palace.

Turning my head to see crowds of people shouting my name, my parents name, and Jack's name.

Nothing new.

I walk up the stairs and into my bedroom.

It’s massive. For no reason.

I throw myself onto my bed and sigh.

I’m not like other girls.

Other girls don’t get arranged marriages. I say. Tears rolling down my face.

I hate being a princess.

My voice shakes.

There’s a knock on the door 

I jolt up and the door opens.

“Honey?” Mother says stepping into the room.

“Are you dressed for the dinner?” 

“There’s a dinner?!” I say remembering what I told livie.

 “Yes there’s a dinner. Why do you sound so surprised?” Mother asked. I hate her questions.

“No reason” I say getting up.

Mother has a dress in her hands.

“This dress is for you” mother says. 

She gets up and lays the dress on my bed.

She opens the door and leaves.

It’s a huge dress.

A beautiful blue color.

I like dresses but I’m not in the mood for this dinner.

Because this dinner is going to be about the marriage.

I’m 16.

Almost 17.

I’m still too young to get married.

I’m still not matured.

I’m still not ready.