Today was the day that dreaded Estorra: Her 18th birthday, for that is her day she marries Lord Lucien. By fate, she’s too young!

Her maid, Hetalia asked suddenly, to get Estorra’s mind awake.”Miss, are you alright? You seem pale for your 18th birthday.”

Estorra shook her head and looked down.

“Let’s be hasty a bit.” said Maid Hetalia, sewing Estorra’s wedding dress.”You are expected to the wedding. Lord Lucien and his companions will arrive in 6:00. Right now is 5:40. Hurry, we don’t have much time.”

Estorra combed her hair and sighed.”I’m too young, why do i have to be married!”

“Heavens know, for thy God is with you.” said the maid.”Hurry, try on the dress.”

Estorra tried it on, it was perfect and beautiful, like her.”It’s amazing, Hetalia.”

“I added a touch of grace.” winked Hetalia, after all, her ability is grace and purity.”Now hurry on, Your hair will be done by Maid Victoria, hurry! It’s 5:45!” Estorra speed walked to Maid Victoria and finally, after all the final touches, it was 4:55.

“I feel like a living doll.” complained Estorra to her mother, who giggled a bit.”I mean, look at all these makeups done by Maid Victoria!And plus, my hair looks like , i don’t know, modern-ish?”

“Your braid is fine.” said her mother, then her tone saddened.”Your dumb father allowed the bedding ceremony.”

“WHAT!” yelled Estorra.”I’M TOO YOUNG!”

“Pip down Estorra!” said her mom.”Don’t act like that way to your husband.”

Then the clock bonged down in the hall. It was 6:00.

“Hurry Estorra.” said her mother frantically, and they walked over the the front gate, where there was black carriage was, with 4 black; illuminating horses were.

“This is my dear wife, Queen Olympia, and my daughter, Princess Estorra-Asphodel.” said King Edgar.”And Estorra and Olympia, this is Lord Lucien and his butler, Winterfell.”

Estorra’s eyes gazed upon Lucien, he was handsome, with chocolate dark hair that fit with his outfit.

Estorra curtsied.”Greetings Lord Lucien.”

Lord Lucien said nothing, only to stare at her in wonder.

“Please excuse my lord’s answer.” said the butler hastily.”He’s just trying to get over his past.”

The king grinned.”Now Estorra, go with him, on with the bedding ceremony.”

Queen Olympia glared at him.”But she’s too young!”

“Oh sure Olympia.” said the king.”Now farewell.”