My entire life, I had been preparing for this day. I always knew that I was never going to be able to choose whom to marry because I'm a princess and a woman. I don't have the right to choose. Hell, I don't have any rights at all. My opinions and feelings don't matter to anyone, not even my own family. 

In fact, my father sees me as a tool to gain more power, to create an alliance with the Kingdom of Decresh - a very powerful Kingdom - by marrying me off to one of their princes.

"For a prince and princess, the Kingdom comes first," Father said. "Your desire for something comes after."

Yeah right, it could for a prince, but not for Princess. If a prince married for alliance and didn't like his wife he could just marry another. Usually, most of them have several wives and mistresses, but for a princess the story is different. There's nothing she can do. She just has to please her husband and watch as he marries other women when he gets bored with her. I felt my blood boil, but now was not the time to get angry.

Leaving all bad thoughts behind me, I studied myself in the mirror. My maids had spent hours preparing me, making me look more beautiful than I actually am. I was wearing a white and golden dress, my brown hair was combed back beautifully with golden hairpins in the shapes of flowers and leaves. The makeup was perfect, the only problem was the jewelry. They were beautiful but heavy, now that I was wearing a lot of them. I was already feeling weak because of nervousness, or was it fear? I didn't know, but I was feeling sick. There was a knot in my stomach that refused to go away no matter how hard I tried to calm down.

"My lady, don't you like the dress?" Lydia asked. Lydia and Ylva, my two personal maids, have been taking care of me since I was a little girl. They were the only ones I could talk to. I would miss them once I leave.

"No, I love it. It's beautiful." I tried to smile but failed.

Lydia could see the fear on my face. "Everything is going to be alright," she told me. "Don't listen to the rumors, they are nothing but just that. Maybe your husband is a nice man" she said, trying to sound positive, but I could hear the doubt in her voice. 

Not that I believed the rumors, but they did affect me. I wasn't scared because people said that he was the devil's son, they couldn't be speaking literally. They were probably referring to his personality, that he maybe was a liar, a tempter, a murderer, manipulative, that he was just pure Evil and that's what scared me.

A knock on the door interrupted my thoughts, and then a court lady came in.

"My lady, it's time" she informed.

I descended the stairs, careful not to fall down or stumble, but it was hard with the long dress and the heavy jewelry. I was relieved when there were only a few steps left, but just then I stepped on my dress and stumbled forward, almost falling before a strong arm came around my waist and held me up. 

Straightening myself I looked up to see who it was. Who had dared to touch a princess like that? Not that I minded, I was just curious. Looking up, my eyes met a pair of golden eyes. 

No, wait. Not golden, they had the color of flames or the lava from a volcano. I had never seen eyes like that before.

"Are you alright My Lady?" said the man in front of me frowning. If I had knots in my stomach before now suddenly I had butterflies as I looked into his eyes. 

Who was this man? I had never seen him before. He was tall, broad-shouldered and his thick raven black hair fell over his shoulders down to his waist. You could tell from his clothes that he was a royalty. Could he be one of the royalties who came to attend my wedding?

"Yes, yes... I am... I am fine My Lord." I replied. 

"My Lady," He said and left with a bow. 

"That's one good looking man." Ylva pointed. I had almost forgotten my maids behind me. Turning around I found them both staring at him until he was out of sight. 

Once Lydia and Ylva were back to being themselves, we made our way to the wedding hall. The ceremony would begin with a greeting exchange between the bride and the groom and their families. I gave the guard a nod and he informed my presence, then motioned for me to enter.

Lydia and Ylva gave me a reassuring smile before I left them behind to enter. Now I was all on my own. 

Taking a deep breath I walked inside and immediately all heads turned to look at me. I  walked with my head high but kept my gaze low, only looking at the floor until I reached my father's throne where he was sitting with my mother next to him. While greeting them I almost felt my legs tremble. 

My mother smiled at me nervously but my father just gestured for me where to sit. He was really unbothered by the fact that he was marrying me off to a prince rumored to be the devil's son.

Ignoring my father I gave my mother a smile then went to my seat. I could feel everyone's eyes on me, some stared at me with pity, others with repulsion as if it was my fault that I was getting married to whomever I was getting married to. They should blame my father not me. 

After a while, the guard informed the groom's presence and everyone turned their attention from me to the door. The room went quiet as the guests waited for the groom to enter. I, on the other hand, looked down quickly and rubbed my hands together nervously as I felt the knots in my stomach return. I wanted to look up but I was too scared. 

What if I didn't like what I saw? What if the rumors were true? Would he have red eyes and long nails, and maybe even black horns on his head? Don't be ridiculous, I told myself and decided to take a look.

Slowly I lift my head as my heart pounded in my chest and almost gasped when the groom entered. 

Wait!

This was the man from earlier with the golden eyes. He couldn't be the groom, could he? 

The guests stared surprised at him as well and began to whisper hysterically into each other's ears. They must have been expecting someone with black horns to enter the room and not a good-looking tall man. 

Not the least bothered by the whispers or stares he walked gracefully toward my father, taking each step with confidence. 

"Your Majesty," he said bowing slightly. 

I dropped my jaw, so did the guests. No one bowed slightly to the king. This man was truly fearless and being disrespectful toward my father. I already got a bad feeling about him. Not because I thought my father deserved any kind of respect but because he was so daring with his actions already. 

He must have noticed people's reactions; it was so obvious, but he didn't seem to care. My father, on the other hand, didn't show any reaction, he just gestured toward me.

As I saw him turn around I looked down quickly, then heard the clicking sound of his footsteps as he neared before sitting on the other end of the table facing me. 

He didn't utter a word. Wasn't he supposed to greet me or at least tell me his name? I don't think father ever told me his name but I don't think I gave him the chance either. I had fought and cried the day father told me he was marrying me off to some stranger, but my father was stubborn and had already made up his mind. 

"Today we are gathered to celebrate my daughter's wedding to the prince of the Decresh," Father said raising his wine cup when everyone sat down. "Let the ceremony begin, and enjoy yourselves." 

People clapped while dancers and musicians walked in to entertain the guests. People seemed to be enjoying themselves. I, of course, couldn't see since I was supposed to keep my gaze down, because 'that's what a lady should do'. Well then, I hate being a lady.

"Don't you like the music?" he asked finally breaking the silence. I peeked through my long lashes, but once I gazed into his eyes it was hard to look away. They were captivating.

"I do Your Highness," I replied.

"What do you have in store for the tea ceremony?" 

Oh no! The tea ceremony! That is the traditional part of a royal wedding where the bride has to show one of her talents to entertain the guests and impress the groom. Hell with impressing. I didn't want to impress anyone, especially not this man. 

"It is a surprise, Your Highness," I said, sending him a staged smile. 

I was sitting in a chair in the middle of the room, everyone's attention directed at me. It was time for the tea ceremony. The guests would sit and enjoy their tea while I would have to entertain them. 

I took up my flute before lightly putting it on my lips, and started playing. Soon my nervousness disappeared. I loved playing my flute, loved the sound of it. Closing my eyes, I let the sound take me far away, to a peaceful place. Now and then I would hear some people praising me through my haze and then they applauded when I was done. 

Opening my eyes I found him staring directly at me. He wasn't applauding but there was a hint of a smile on his face. 

Now, it was time for the gift exchange. We exchanged our gifts, and then it was time for me to go to my new home. The knot in my stomach returned with intensity. 

Mother came up to me while father spoke to my husband. Husband? The word sounded strange in my head. She took my hands in hers. "Everything is going to be fine," she said, "just remember what I told you".

Yes, I remember our mother and daughter talk. To be a good wife, to listen to your husband, to not make him angry.

"Yes, I will," I said, enveloping her in a tight hug. I wasn't supposed to, but right now I didn't care because I might never see her again.

The carriage was waiting outside. The prince, or should I say, my husband led the way. I looked behind me one last time and found Lydia and Ylva standing on the balcony, their cheeks wet with tears.  

I will miss you too, I whispered.