Rosebud

I can hear the casket rolling down below the grave, I watched my parents grieved whilst my brother sobbed, begging to be taken, I looked over to see my friend and her family grieving in her own way. 

I held onto my fiance's arm for comfort, trying to keep him safe from the many lookers who dared look at his sister wrong, couldn't be me because she was an adoring Muskeeter, facing challenges like no tomorrow, not until the fight that changed her forever.

My fiance tried his best to be by her side after her loss, but it came out of deaf ears because a couple of weeks was when he found her hanged in her room with bedsheets around her neck.

I couldn't fathom the thought of the Princess gone, mayhaps it's because I decided to not go on her stead and now she is dead.

Had I known that the love of the Princess was so immense and strong, then maybe I would've been in her stead for the final Clan Games.

"Your majesty, I give you my condolences for the death of the Princess," my fiance nodded before he decided to leave the cemetery, with him pulling my arm as we leave to our residence to rest and mourn.

"My love, I understand-" I said as we were walking to his castle before he cut me off, gripping my arm whilst doing so.

"Silent Rosebud, why can't you let me grieve over my sister," he seethes, I turned away as we continued to walk to our residence. I could only turn away as all I could hear was our feet paddling down the hard ground.

I didn't know what to say now, it was obvious that he didn't like the arranged engagement, but what was I supposed to say, that this marriage will tear us apart and we'll be nothing more than a political stand for royal marriages.

"Amaryllis, take my betrothed to one of our vacant rooms, I do not want to be disturbed," my fiance's voiced echoed the area as he gave our maids one simple order, he was always like this since the Rat's loss and I didn't blame him at the time, because he and I were both Muskeeters.

Amaryllis was so sweet to me, despite working for us, I see her as a sister, despite having a sister who I loved dearly and immensely. 

As she left, I cried not only for the death of the princess, but also the death of my betrothed who became cold and detached after our official engagement.

I wanted to comfort my fiance, but it appears that he did not love me, more or less, he didn't love me the same way he loved the Princess, but I'll do my best to be the Queen everyone will love and the best wife, even though it'll be a mere facade.

I didn’t know what would hold of tomorrow but I plan to help the King the best I could.