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I had managed to finally fall asleep. The events of the past few days had been playing in my head, over and over. I didn't think the pain in my back would ever stop, that my hands would stay raw and ripped. But it has subsided, and I finally drifted off.

I opened my eyes. Come on, I had just fallen asleep! But the room was bright with sunlight, my hands were smooth and my body felt freshly cleaned. I looked around.

This wasn't my room in the castle. It wasn't even my room at home. It was huge, a Violet theme. my favourite colour. My mind flashed back to the day I met Troye. I sighed blissfully.

Troye! I needed to see him!

I got out of bed and opened a door that I thought led to the hall. It didn't.

I ran into a walk-in closet, full of clothes. Inside it were my maids. My eyes widened as I saw the dress they held in their hands.

It was so white. A crisp, just fallen snow kind of look. It started off very tight on the top, then got longer on the bottom. At mid-calf, it started to fade out into a clearer fabric, covered in sparkles.

"Miss Annabelle!" Lilian stood up.

"You're awake so late! We didn't dare bother you, in case you would get all emotional in that sleep deprived state of yours. Your wedding is in an hour!"

My wedding day! Who was I getting married to? My maids were here, so I guess that meant...

"I'm getting married to Troye?" I almost yelled.

Amy sighed. I wasn't sure if she was annoyed with me or if I was completely wrong. But I wouldn't be at the castle if I wasn't marrying him, right? And where did my memory if the rest of the selection go?

No need to worry though, I was still marring my prince. I smiled at the thought.

"How much did you drink at the bachelorette party last night?" She seemed annoyed. They had all gotten used to me, and she wasn't as fangirly.

"Nothing...?" I said, staring at the dress.

"We have to get you in your wedding dress now and then do hair. Wait, hair first, then dress and makeup. Wait..." Padma fixed a schedule for me in that mechanical voice of hers.

And they got to it. I was ready in no time. And by 'No time' I meant a while.

I got into a beautiful white limousine. It was going to be the perfect fairytale wedding, the prince and his princess. The limo finally pulled up in front of a magnificent church, ending my daydream.

((Ive never been in a church and don't know what the inside of one looks like, so forgive me if I'm wrong.))

I waited at the doors, my white vale covering my face. I was so nervous. I was going to marry my prince. I would be his, and he would be mine. I would become queen. The doors opened, and I walked out. I felt like the queen of the world, and I knew I was the luckiest woman in this country. Not only did I get to marry our future king, but I had found true love.

I couldn't see the guests clearly, their faces were all blurry. I wasn't able to identify anyone. But that didn't matter. The only thing that did was the man at the end of the aisle.

He was turned to the beautiful stained glass window, so I couldn't see his face, but I was sure it was Troye.

I knew my walk there was only a few steps, but it felt like I had been walking for miles. My bouquet, clasped between my sweaty hands, was giving off a sweet smell, encouraging me to keep going.

Every step I took, I thanked someone who had helped me along this journey.

Thank you mum
Dad
Grandma
Grandpa
My strange aunt
All the selected girls
The Queen
The King
All my supporters
And my cat, Roscoe.

I was beaming as I reached the end of the aisle. I was going to become the happiest woman I could be.

The man turned to me, and the sweet smell of my flowers became nauseating. My smile turned into a look of fear. I dropped the bouquet.

This wasn't my prince.

It was a rebel, his face scarred and dirty.

He was going to kill me.