I hate everything in my life. In three, long long days my life went from the perfect princess to, well not the perfect princess.
I held in a scream as the makeshift rope slipped a little in my hands. I would have found a better way to run away if it weren't for the constant guards tasked to make sure I didn't escape.
You see as of three nights ago I am set to marry the Prince of the Underworld. His father and mine hated the other's guts, and this was the best they could do for a peace treaty. Marry their eldest children.
Again my grip slips and I whimper. I’m so close to the ground. The rest of the plan is simple. When I make it down to the ground I would meet Feran at the stables. He would have two horses mounted and we would escape together. From there we’d get married and hopefully avoid being captured by royal guards till we died happily surrounded by kids and grandchildren.
Finally, I make it to the ground. Quickly I stumble to the stables hoping I haven’t alerted anyone of my unwanted presence.
I wince as I push open the creaky stable doors and cry out at the image in front of me.
Feran’s unconscious and tied to one of the posts holding the stable up. Leaning against the post was no other than the Prince of the Underworld. Cecimeric in flesh and blood. He’s holding a black dagger, not bothering to look up when I try to untie Feran.
“Seriously?” I ask picking at the tight knot. Pissed I lung for the dagger, but Cacimeric dogges my attack easily.
“I could let my bride run away, could I?” Cecimeric smirks. I stand up debating punching him. When they are married I could kill him I think. I quickly wonder how he could have known about their failed escape but I ignore it more worried about Feran.
“Sorry Princess, but you're going to have to stay for another week till we get married. I could care less what you do after, as long as you don’t ruin my reputation.” Cecimeric says bitterly as he grabs my arm leading me to the door. I writher, trying to escape. I can’t go back. Father would kill me.
“Don’t be stubborn for once in your life.” Cecimeric whispers.
“Shut up, Prince.” I hiss back taking my hand that he’s not gripping and aiming for his face. He curses quietly when I hit his nose but doesn’t let go of me.
“If you're going to be stubborn then fuck this.” He hisses back. I don't even get the chance to ask what he means before he strikes the back of his dagger to my head.
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When I wake up I half expect to be chained in the dungeon like my father threatened if I tried to run away. But I was in my room warm and… in silk bed-wear. Not what she had on last night.
When I get dressed for the day I choose a long white dress with a tight leather corset. Deciding against my normal choices I put on the knife holster on y lower thigh, easily accessible by the slit in the dress.
At the breakfast table, no one ignores me. No one yells or tells me to be like the Queen. I dismiss this, knowing it will happen at some point.
The only seat left is next to Cacimeric and I silently curse. As I slip into the seat, a piece of buttered toast on my plate, I glare daggers at Cacimeric.
“Try this mango juice,” Cacimeric hands me a plain glass filled with the bitterly sweet mango juice I was all too familiar with. I eye it, wondering if he would poison me before we could even get married.
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