The Castle

...When someone tells me their parents are the worst, I don't know whether to sit there and agree or to tell them that mine are far worse. My name is Lucina, I'm 19 years old and by law a princess has to marry at 20, lucky for me my father is already looking at suitors for such matters. I never wanted to marry a prince. Their stuck up and rude. They only use you for your body, and once you hit 30, they throw you away like something moldy and disgusting. Of course, that's only what I grew up seeing. My father treated my mother, not like a queen but instead a servant, an object that's only good for swelling the stomach....

...So when I am told my future is to marry, all I can do is think, "Will he love me? Will he treat me like a queen?" These thoughts run like a waterfall, loud, chaotic, and constant....

...I reach for the scented oils that I hate so much because the King makes me wear them, poring a few drops in is all I need before I smell like a botanical garden or at least that's what I feel like. Rubbing the oils mixed with steaming water over my skin, I let myself relax, a thing I often do not get. Just as my calm thoughts start pouring in, I hear a knock in the rhythm of practically soft taps. A maid, their not allowed to knock loudly or else they get punished, I've told them a million times I don't mind, but they must follow the Kings orders....

"Princess Lucina, I have brought your dress. If you wish me to lay it out on your bed, it would be my pleasure."

..."That would be fine, You may leave my chambers now, Ava." ...

...Of course, it was Ava. She's the only one who talks so softly and with such grace. But again, Kings orders. I reach over, grabbing my towel and drying myself off before wrapping myself in a silk cocoon and leaving the flowery smelling tub room. A blue dress that looks like the ocean lined with pearls lay on my bed, for such an occasion it's needed. It's official. My supposed to be husband is coming back from his expedition across the sea, a ridiculous dress for a ridiculous occasion, and it fits so well. I can't help but stare at the blue though, my long, wavy hair goes with it perfectly, the light Lagoon turquoise clashing with my Hazy blue eyes. I slip my glass legs through the dress pulling up the zipper as well, it's beautiful, still ridiculous but such a dress will make heads turn, I just wish I was the one turning my head instead of being watched....

...The horns echo through the windows, signaling that the welcome party is about to start, and therefore, I'm about to meet my future husband. The day I dread the most, meeting the man who will either cherish me or drown me in hateful comments about my body, my white hair, and the way I look like a old lady with such odd looks....

...My heels click against the marble floor to the garden, blue themed party for the sea, but were having it in the garden, it makes no sense, but I suppose he wouldn't want to be reminded of his journeys in such happy times. Hundreds stand to welcome him while I stand where I will meet his face for the first time. Stepping out of the carriage, I can't believe my eyes. He's tall, blonde, and has the most dark blue eyes. I swear they're black. He takes my hand in his as we walk toward the Garden, or I should say I lead him there....

..."You're my wife, Lucy, right?" ...

...Of course, he's getting ahead of himself, and he doesn't even remember my name....

..."Lucina," I correct. "And don't get ahead of yourself, I'm not your wife, yet I don't even know the first thing about you, for all I know you could be a killer."...

...He lets out a laugh and a genuine laugh, and I think that's my sign to be calm. b, butt just puts me even more on edge....

..."I'm not a killer, and you will be my wife, so what's it matter anyway? I'm just putting titles that are already there ahead of my 'soon to be wife.'"...

...That's the final straw, I feel my blood boil, and I get that I could have worse, but that's not important to me right now. "Foremost, don't call me when your wife when I'm not yet, second of all, I shouldn't have to remind you my name."...

...I snapped I shouldn't have, but I did, and now we're in the garden. Everyone turned to us, shocked by my aggressive tone. "Damn it." I mumble to myself, making a mental note to check my surroundings before just blurting stuff out, but I can't help it. I just run away like I always do, going back up to my room and slamming the door, laying on my bed drifting off to sleep not wanting to even deal with the drama with my supposed to be husband, and that's my first regret, never caring....

Authors Note: Sorry, this chapter was so short. They'll be longer and shorter as I continue the series. My goal is to give you a book that you can't find anywhere else, one that's not like any others, I want you to enjoy reading my book and think of it as a fun time rather then something your doing but not enjoying. I'm sorry if there's any mistakes made in spelling, I'm working on the plot currently and might not update every week. It might be every other week or every month. I do schoolwork so that takes up time and I again need to work on the plot but you like it, this is my first book and I want to get better at writing, it's my dream to become a best selling author and this is my first step forward.

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