The King
The maids made me where it and I hate it. It was an ivory dress that had a plunging neckline and my hair was up in a tight bun with a necklace that was heavy enough to weigh down my head. As we approached the soldiers split and dispersed into the shadows. I turned to the soldier who had original taken me and all he did was nod his head No. I refused to back down so I straightened my back and held my head high. When we arrived at the gates they loomed over us and it was just the one man and me. I turned towards him and tried to plead with my eyes but the gates creaked and groaned. The opened slowly to revel a depressing courtyard and crumbling interior. The man nodded once and fled the courtyard where I was left to wait alone. A group of young girls came out of the castle and helped from my horse. The rushed me inside up to a tower room and began to bustle about putting out hair pieces, belts, and bobbles. The redid my hair with a more diamond pins and a hairband across my brow. When they finished a group of men came into the room and brought me to what I assumed was the throne room because of the armed guards stationed outside the doors. They motioned and the doors opened to a large throne room. All if it in black and grey with little candles lit and the windows shutters were drawn tight.
"Hello there child," a gravely voice said behind me and I felt hot breath on the back of my neck. He walked around me and I refused to follow him as he finished his appraisal.
"Well Iridessa today is your lucky day," he whispered in my ear and he turned towards me with a strange look in his eyes.
"And why is that," I snapped.
"Why, its your wedding day."
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