Wedding, wedding, wedding...Nothing more joyful than a day filled with flowers and the promise of an eternal future, right? Well, not really. When your future is promised to someone you hate, it’s not something you’re happy with. Yet the only thought that she was marrying someone made her feel like an adult. Truly. Even though she was already eighteen, and Edward has become the King.
Isn’t that a little too early to be married? Looks like the Kordanian empire didn’t really bother having an opinion about it. Mostly the Meyer family, who decided to ruin her life eleven years ago, thinking it should be a great idea. That’s what ran through Emelyn’s head as she dressed up. Earlier then, the shop owner told her it would make a day to make. So that’s exactly what it took. Yet right now she couldn’t be even more annoyed.
Her dress is baby blue colored in a soft silk, with short sleeves showing off her forearm. Anastasia styled Emelyn’s auburn hair in long waves as two French braids throne to the side. The young princess took a deep breath, putting on her heels so she could walk properly. In their era, veils for the wives didn’t really exist, so they had to make the woman’s face shine. Makeup? Don’t even think about it, it doesn’t even exist.
And in that precise moment, Emelyn would rather disappear than show off her new dress and herself to the people of Kordania. What if they recognize her? What if she isn’t good enough? She knew that she was taking a risk now that she accepted Jack’s offer, somehow it still ran through her head restlessly. Noticing that Her Grace seemed a bit panicked, her maid sighed softly and poked her shoulder, speaking softly.
“Your Highness? It is time for the wedding, you should prepare for the Prest’s speech if you don’t want to be late. His Majesty doesn’t like to wait.” She warned as she helped her stand up, frowning a bit.
The Prest was the man who expressed the ideas that if someone would object to this marriage, say it or shut up for the eternity. And no, not the Priest, we’re not in the same era. Emelyn always found that role a bit exhausting, to be taking newlywed people and just warn them about everything, about loyalty, and “You may kiss the bride”. Hearing some civilians screaming out Edward’s name, the soon-to-be-queen took a deep breath and pursed her lips, walking through the halls. She tried to keep a poker face, yet her expression grew angry every time she thought about Edward.
That’s when she noticed him. Waiting for her in his royal tuxedo, golden and black with white traits. His pale brown hair was placed to the side elegantly as his crown was in evidence on his head, attracting attention to his ice blue eyes. Emelyn shivered at his icy gaze, as she stepped towards him, keeping a straight face. The young girl took his hand as they headed to the Royal Garden, looking right ahead. Slowly, the hall became a small track of rocks were chairs were placed, along with happy citizens sitting there watching them. She tried to ignore those curious looks, but she just waved at them and looked away right after.
Edward stopped before a flower arch, as the Prest grinned and leaded them to their respective places. The prince stood in front of her and stared right into her eyes, his eyes cold and icy. Yet Emelyn couldn’t help but notice there was a hint of affection and a tingle of excitement. Wanting to see if she made a mistake, she rubbed her eyes subtly and looked at him again, trying to catch the same look. Yet, it was gone. His expression grew back to normal as the Prest started speaking.
“Hello, hello, Citizens of Kordania. You are here today together to attend the wedding of His Majesty the Prince Edward Meyers and Her Grace the Princess Sarah Gray. His Highness fell in love with her at first sight in the market, and both eventually ended up wanting to meet again. So here is our new Queen, Her Grace Sarah Gray, with our new King, His Majesty Edward Meyers. The royal ceremony for his royal crowning will be next week, on his eighteenth birthday. If anyone opposes to this marriage, speak now or stay silent for the rest of eternity.”
As the Prest’s spoke, Emelyn was a bit annoyed by the love story that he made about her and Edward. She was a bit relieved when the prince threw her a deathly gaze because she wouldn’t want him lovey-dovey around her. Not yet. She had to make him fall in love with her, but she preferred starting that after his crowning. Flirting with the King wasn’t her first wish but the beginning of Kordania’s breakdown.
“Sarah” secretly wished that people would be disagreeing their wedding, yet nobody raised their hands nor objected. The Prest looked at each one of them, one by one, before smiling brightly and raising his hand.
“Your Majesty Edward Meyer, do you agree with this wedding, do you want this?” The man asked as he looked at him.
“Yes, I want this wedding, and I agree with it.” The concerned one responded, looking right into Emelyn’s eyes with an emotionless expression.
The Prest shifted to Emelyn and smirked slightly, arching his brows as he shot to gaze to her. He altered his gaze between Edward and her, and the young princes couldn’t help but feel a bit lost with that kind of ritual.
“Your Grace Sarah Gray, do you agree with this wedding, do you want this?”
For a few seconds, the soon-to-be-queen hesitated. Of course not, she didn’t want to be with him and to judge fidelity for eternity, yet she knew she couldn’t simply declare it like that. With the story that the Prest made up, she though she couldn’t lie about it. At the same time, Emelne gave herself a mission, a revenge mission to destroy Kordania, and she promised herself this would be what she was doing. Marry him, make him fall in love with her, then tear him apart and leave forever to live in Pyril, breaking down Kordania. And hoping someone could bring back Mayain from the ruins. That thought, her family and her broken past, made her rethink it. Emelyn couldn’t abandon it. So that’s what she said.
“Yes, I want this wedding, and I agree with it.”
Emelyn lied, but she didn’t have any other choice. Soon the crowd cheered, and Edward stepped closer, his eyes fluttering with anger as he looked at her. Soon after, the Prest agreed for them to kiss. Emelyn didn’t want to, so she stood there without doing anything, looking around nervously. Fortunately for her, the prince came and kissed her. The young girl froze and didn’t say anything, letting him do so.
Cheering crowd. Flowers were thrown at her as Edward pulled away with an icy glare. All his charming looks and curious glares, done. Looks like all that magic and care in his heart just shifted away from him. A while later they both left with Anastasia following behind, smiling softly.
Emelyn knew that all this love story was invented by Edward and that he told everyone that was working with him to tell it to his people, so that they’d believe he wasn’t heartless. Maybe he wasn’t, but that act was being selfish. Edward didn’t want the people to know that he chose a random girl for her eyes and that he never fell in love with her. With the single thought that he was a hypocrite liar, Emelyn felt her throat tighten. Was it his choice or the King’s? She knew that all that cruelty belonged to that John a few centuries ago, but she couldn’t help but keep hating Edward even with that inheritance.
Yet the ceremony was done. The flowers stopped being thrown away, the screams of joy were inaudible, and the congratulations were disappearing into thin air. YEt right now, alone with Edward and Anastasia, the young girl couldn’t help but feel awkward. He didn’t hesitate. He looked like he was indifferent about it. Well, that’s probably how he feels about it. And so the soon-to-be-king spoke ion a ruthless manner, throwing her a death glance.
“Next time I won’t be saving you with this, Sarah. Whether you're awkward or not, you always must keep acting like everything’s going fine. Even if your kingdom is exploding, just like Mayain for example-that now is gone, keep pretending like you don’t even notice.”
He walked off, his hands on his back as he stepped away from them, snickering softly. Emelyn, her, was shocked. She kept on walking yet her face was crisped in an expression of terror, as she couldn’t help but tremble. He mentioned Mayain. He mentioned the war and that pain, just like it was nothing. Emelyn shook with terror, her expression darkening-but Anastasia stopped her.
“Your Grace, are you feeling alright? I can give you a cup of water if you’re dehydrated. Oh, and how about we head to the salon to take a cup of tea and discuss it? You know I can be your private counselor, Your Highness.” Anastasia suggested in an amused tone as she bowed in front of Emelyn, making her eyebrows dance.
Emelyn yawned softly, raising her left hand in front of her mouth to remain elegant. She stopped in her tracks and glanced at her personal maid, sighing softly. She was very exhausted since she came into this castle, yet she could never refuse an offer from Anastasia.
“Of course, Anastasia. Let me get changed before, would you mind?”
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