Again, most apologies.. I’ll try to get on some sort of schedule with this, but I think this one is just going to be sporadic. There’s a lot going on in my life right now, and unfortunately, my blog is last on my list of things to do. But you can still enjoy it!! :)
Album marched through the dancers on the dance floor and went straight up to her father. “Father! How could you? You should have given me a chance to answer for myself. So now, if we get involved with this war, everyone is going to be cross with me because I ‘refused’ to marry this man.”
The king sighed and sat up. He straightened his vest and looked at his daughter, arms folded across her chest and chin jutted out. “Sweetheart, we all know you would have refused…”
“No. I want to marry him. I don’t want us to be in war. We just got out of a bloody war.”
The king’s eyes grew wide. “Are you serious? You must be drunk. We’ll talk about this in the morning.” Album started to protest but he shooed her away. “Go enjoy the party!”
Album left but didn’t dance or drink or eat like everyone else. She went out into the snow and enjoyed the barren landscape.
“No! I’m serious. Write him a letter. Besides, aren’t the people to the north wealthy?” Album and her father had been fighting all morning. Album refused to let their people go into another war and her father insisted that she not be married to someone she did not love.
“Yes, but that doesn’t matter. We’re fine here, and with this new union we’re even better. There is nothing to worry about.”
“Yeah, except a freaking war! Father, why are you being like this? I’m going to write the bloody letter myself.” Her father sighed, obviously beaten and handed his daughter the paper. “Thank you.”
Album wrote a letter claiming that she would accept the proposal and live with the prince in the northern lands. She folded it and sealed it with wax. She stepped outside and asked the waiting servant to make sure it got to the northern king. The man bowed then walked away and Album went to the library to waste away the rest of her day in books.
“Father, I’ll be fine. Don’t worry. You always worry too much.” Album adjusted the shimmering white dress for the umpteenth time and checked her hair in the mirror yet again. Her black hair was slightly curled and hung around face, giving her a stunning appearance.
She and the prince had met and not wasted any time. The wedding was put together in a matter of two weeks and soon Album would become the Queen of the northern lands.
There was a knock at the door and the wedding planner walked in looking stressed; these past two weeks had been hard on her. “Album, we’re ready when you are.” Album nodded her head and smoothed her dress one more time before turning and walking out of the small room that served as her changing room.
Her father offered his elbow to her. His face was set in a frown as they walked to the large double doors. Her family and the prince’s family were on the other side, waiting for her to walk down the aisle. She took in a deep breath and let it out slowly.
The prince was a very handsome man. His face was strong, his gaze never faltered; he was a very confident man. He probably loved someone, beautiful men always find beautiful women to love. Album scanned the crowd, trying to see if she could find resentment in any one’s eyes.
She and her father reached the bottom of the altar and he kissed her cheek and helped her up the two steps where she stood next to the prince. They stood in silence as the priest blessed them and their marriage. They exchanged rings and kissed gently on the lips. Album felt nothing for this man.
They gracefully walked back down the aisle as a roar of applause filled the room. They stepped outside and ran to the horse-drawn carriage under a shower of hard rice. The coachman flicked the reins and the horses hooves clicked against the stone road. Album and Prince Brian rode the carriage ride in silence. Neither even tried to start a conversation. They reached the castle and Brian helped her out of the carriage.
“So now we plaster on smiles and pretend we’re in love.” Album looked at the prince and saw the frown on his face. She felt no sympathy for the man and only wished to get this over with.
“Are you good at acting?” she offered her dry humor with a small smile. The prince let his head hang down and he ran his hand through his thick brown hair and sighed. “You’re in love with someone, aren’t you?” The prince stared at his black dress boots and nodded his head. “Well, you need to forget her. You agreed to this marriage and that’s you’re own damn fault.”
“Love you too sweetheart,” he said in a condescending tone.
“I don’t love you.” Then the king came out of the large doors and started down the steps but stopped halfway down to catch his breath. Brian and Album walked up the steps and greeted the man. He was coughing and wheezing. They helped him back up the steps and joined the reception.
Album and Brian put on their fake smiles and pretended to enjoy the night. But they both knew that this was going to be a rough marriage.