Toxic Hearts
I stared at the alter deep in thoughts, when I heard the trumpet. Sudden silence all over the church, you could hear a pin drop. The sound of footsteps, his footsteps; echoed around the place. I looked away from the floor i'd already spent 5 minutes studying, and saw a man, if not an angel; staring intently at me. He had the most beautiful gray eyes, like a void you could get sucked into if you looked at for just even a second; and for some reason I didn't want to look away. The most pale and beautiful skin I had ever seen, and that beautiful dark ash coloured hair that graced his already stunning face. I was crossed on whether he looked like an angelic devil or a devilish angel.
Wedding night night dress
This arranged marriage had brought us together, never would I have imagined that I would ever get married to the king. Slowly, he leaned in, our lips meeting in a tender kiss. Quite tender for a man who's known for always conquering kingdoms and continuous fighting in a battle field, like it was his home. It was the moment of vulnerability and the beginning of a new journey, for the prosperity or downfall of the kingdom.
The entire church stood up and cheered. I found my mom clapping with all her might, tears rolling down her cheeks.
The nobles were at the banquet hall celebrating, while I was back in my room with Kara telling me how proud and happy she was.
"My heart literally stopped when u guys kissed, it was so romantic." She said with dreamy eyes.
This was why Kara was my best friend, she was so optimistic and always did everything she could to make me happy.
"Oh yeah!, which night dress are you wearing for your wedding night?." She asked.
"W-what!, why that all of a sudden." I said, my heart almost jumping out of my chest.
"What do you mean, are you planning just to sleep right after your wedding?." She asked with disbelief in her eyes.
"That doesn't sound so bad." I responded.
"Come on Ali, you can't be serious, you have to finalize the deal, that he is yours and you are his." She said, not willing to back down in this argument.
"What do you mean Kara, I'm very sure he has done it with countless women." I responded, holding my ground.
"I-i can't believe I finally get to have this conversation with you Ali." She chuckled. " It feels just like yesterday when I got the opportunity to serve the 10 years old daughter of the house of Balliol." She said, visibly trying to hold back her tears.
Kara was just 12 years old when she was employed to be my personal maid.
"I'm going to miss you kara, i'm sorry i'm leaving you behind." I said while sobbing.
"Don't say that, I prayed for this day to happen." She said, and came closer to give me a hug.