The Prince and His Involuntary Bride

8. The Wedding, The News Break and The Video

“Ah! Thank you for coming on time.” Isabella chimed, getting up from her seat inside her bridal room, wearing her beautiful white wedding dress, whilst her head had a long train over the back of her veil, whilst the one that was going to cover her face was still lifted up over her head.

“I wasn’t going to come late.” Charlie, smirked at Isabella, and leaning ahead to hug him.

His heart was heavy, hugging Isabella but he maintained his poise, not wanting to sweat much on the day of her wedding.

Even though, Charlie was trying his best to not to fret much over his feelings and deliver his duties as the best man at his brother’s wedding.

His brother, who was marrying the woman, Isabella, whom he loved with all his might.

Charlie was once a cunning man, who used many manipulative manners to get what he wanted to have.

Even Isabella wasn’t free of his cruel methods initially and he had even enticed her many times just to annoy her and to make her feel defeated but along the way he realized that he actually adored her and loved her.

But before he could had admitted his feelings and confessed his love to Isabella, it was already too late and she had fallen in love with his brother, Harold who also loved her way before Charlie did and he didn’t mess around with Isabella like he had and confessed his feelings right on the very dotty time.

Charlie also realized that Isabella had adored Harold ever since that she was a little girl and the three would play around in their palace garden.

The two, Isabella and Harold had been in love way before Charlie could even put himself in a picture frame with them, even as a friend and now when he wanted to tell Isabella that he loved her, it was already too late and he was forced by nature to remain just friends with her.

There was no other option for Charlie but to keep his feelings within himself and simply move on.

It wasn’t easy for him to see the woman he loved in the arms of his own brother.

It scathed his heart every second and every single day of his life, to hang around with Isabella and his brother and seeing them being in love, with his brother showing Isabella with the love that he felt being forced to keep inside his own heart.

Hence, he decided to move away from their lives and keep his feelings reserved to himself.

He moved to America and stayed there for at least three years, going through a ray of flings, where he dated different women and tried to see if anyone could penetrate his heart the way Isabella did but he failed miserably.

He couldn’t let anyone get in his heart and replace her and take her place.

When he came back, he saw that the only thing changed in his heart was the wave of acceptance towards Isabella and Harold’s relationship.

Isabella and Harold loved each other and Charlie realized that there was no room for him in between Isabella and Harold and the best he could do is support them and be there for them.

He could love Isabella all he wanted by simply helping her in her tough times and situations.

So, when it came time for him to help Isabella, when her parents refused to come to her marriage and her father simply refuted from giving her away to Harold at the chapel, as he didn’t accept of Isabella and Harold’s relationship.

Charlie decided to take control of the situation and being the best man to Harold, he asked Isabella if he could give her away to Harold at the chapel, fulfilling his duty to Isabella as her best friend.

Soon the two left for the chapel and they entered inside, where Charlie held Isabella’s arm with his and the two walked down the aisle, towards the end where Harold stood in his groom’s attire, looking at the woman, who was the love of his life walking towards him.

Tears brimmed in his eyes as he looked at Isabella and Charlie’s heart tightened with a knot of sorrow and grief.

Even though he loved his brother with all his might, but a part of his heart still felt guilty for being envious of his brother, getting to marry the most beautiful woman in the entire world.

As he gave Isabella away, his heart was hesitant to give away the woman he adored the most but at the same time, he knew that it was the only right to do.

To let her go in to the arms of the man that she actually loved.

As Isabella stood in front of Harold on the altar, Charlie took his place behind his brother, looking keenly at his brother and then at the woman that he loved the most.

He knew that Isabella wasn’t his to love and that was the only right thing to keep in his mind and let her be loved by the man that she loved the most.

Soon the priest announced the two to be husband and wife and Harold leaned ahead kissing Isabella feverishly and Charlie only looked away, still not having the guts to accept their love.

Deep down, he was still wounded that Isabella couldn’t be his.

The wedding party, soon made its way towards the palace, where the reception was held and Isabella and Harold posed for pictures along the rest of the family.

Charlie decided to stand on the very farthest corner of the family picture, wanting stay out of the frame and away from the married couple, not wanting his wounded heart’s omen to fall upon them but Isabella called him out, grabbing his arm and pulling him to stand next to her.

She smiled, entangling his arm with hers and smiling as she looked at the camera.

Charlie was stunned, looking at Isabella’s beauty, which still made his heart flutter.

The camera immediately clicked the picture, with Isabella smiling at the camera but Charlie’s eyes stuck on her face in complete awe.

Soon Isabella and Harold were welcomed in the reception hall where they performed their first dance and Charlie sat by the bar, sulking in his own sadness.

“Dude!” a loud voice boomed from right behind him and Charlie groaned, rolling his eyes at the back of his skull.

He turned around over his chair and saw his friend from college, standing right in front of him, holding out his hands on both of his sides.

“Dexter!” he stated with a perched smile and Dexter hooted in joy, leaping ahead and enveloping Charlie in an extremely awkward hug on his behalf.

“You didn’t have to hug me.” Charlie told Dexter, as he moved back.

“Are you kidding me dude? We are seeing each other after...”

“Three weeks.” Charlie pointed out knowing very well that Dexter had a stimulating and unsatisfied need of being with him like a baby all the time.

But Charlie never felt annoyed by Dexter’s overly clingy behavior because the man was an unsaid support system to Charlie.

When Charlie fell weak because of his untamed and unachieved love, Dexter was the first man that Charlie fell on to and without a single complaint, Dexter held his frined firm and strong throughout his every struggle.

“How was your assignment?” Charlie asked, making air commas as he said the word ‘assignment’.

“Uh! It was great, you know I always love my postings in Russia...”

“Because of how screwable Russian women are...” Charlie completed the rest of his p*****t and hyper s****l friend’s words, rolling his eyes again at his friend’s quite the very staggering behavior.

“Did you complete the job or not?” Charlie interrogated, passing down a glass to Dexter as he grabbed himself and his friend drinks off the bar.

“Are you asking as a friend or as a Prince?” Dexter c****d at Charlie, who smirked back.

“As a friend, who will react as a Prince.”

“You know, I never leave any job unfinished. I always tie every lose end.” Dexter informed Charlie, who patted his friend’s shoulder.

“Good work. Then did you find out who the Russian Mafia was funding in England over the past few years, as they spread their drug and armory cartel?”

“First off, a very good guess with the fact that the Russians were paying someone within the government to help them expand their business here and secondly, it was the railway minister. He was helping them sneak in drugs and weaponry without any custom check and giving them a complete clearance whilst he gulped millions of dollars in the form of personal tax from them.”

“Oh! He must be very rich then.” Charlie smirked, roaming his eyes around the entire room and trying to locate the man in question, who was a clearly advocated representator of corruption within the law. Soon his eyes landed on the Minster of Railway, that was moving around the entire crowd, while donning an expensive Brioni suit coupled with a vintage Rolex watch.

“When the man first came in politics, he used to wear local Primark clothes and now look at him, wearing Brioni, what a fantastic way to get rich.” Charlie pointed out the irony to his friend, who gently patted his shoulder.

“You need to relax right now.” He reprimanded his friend, who seemed to be in a state of utter anger towards the unscrupulous man. “We will handle him soon after the wedding, don’t worry.”

“Good work!” he told Dexter, who shrugged at him.

“I know. I am the best in the MI6 for a reason.” He strutted in pride and his eyes turned towards the dance floor where Isabella and Harold were dancing hand in hand.

“Are you still going to sulk in sadness even after seeing her being married to your brother? I mean dude, you did it with your own hands and gave her away with your own happiness? Or wasn’t it what the bullshit that you had told me before I went to Russia?”

Dexter was concerned towards his friend, whom he had seen hitting rock bottom, when his heart was broken.

“I will be fine.” Charlie shrugged at him and Dexter groaned in irritation.

“When? Let’s do it today.” He urged Charlie and he only threw in a daggering look at his friend.

“Please, there are only prestigious people around this place and...”

“Dude! A woman just sucked my d**k in the bathroom like twenty minutes ago! What prestige are you talking about?”

“Seriously? At the wedding, I told you not to...”

Charlie began arguing with Dexter, annoyed by his overtly s****l behavior until he felt the entire ballroom, going completely silent as the projector on the very main wall, that was telecasting the news channels and their reporting live of the scenes outside the place, interrupted the news telecast.

Everyone was blown away to see what could be more important in the lives of every Englishman, at the day of a Royal wedding, when every business is closed shut and children are sent home earlier from their schools, just so they could join the rallies and the crowds outside the palace or sit at their homes and watch the royal wedding. On a day where people are only focused on getting a glimpse of their future king and queen in their wedding attires.

“We interrupt this broadcast live to bring to you a completely shameful video that was created as a propaganda against our beloved Prince Charlie, who must be right now enjoying his brother, our dearly beloved Crowned Prince of Whales, Prince Harold’s wedding reception at the moment. This video is the shameful face of what the American Media is all about and how it has consumed the minds of it’s viewers to be disrespectful against other cultures.”

The aged newscaster, who had his hair flown off his head, due to his hoary and crowning age was infamous for his old school of thoughts, whereby he always spoke out against the modernism that he witnessed develop right in front of his eyes.

The reason why he had gone so far ahead and even interrupted the live transmission of the scenes from outside the palace that also during a Royal wedding day was because he was finally getting to target the American media that he loathed ever so enjoyable.

“This video right here, is the spitting image of what the American Media does and views its viewer, creating such prolific and offensive so called satirical skits against our crown and throne. What I am about to show is definitely going to hurt the feelings of many people that also on such a sensitive day where our love for the Royal family is beyond a par.”

People could already tell that it was a trick move on behalf of the news reporter, who deliberately played with people’s feelings and used such a day to show them something highly sensitive.

“Here is this... this video...”

He said, pretending his best to be a rational reporter, whereas everyone knew that he was the biggest lying hypocrite to walk on the planet face of Earth.

The screen than shifted from the News room, towards an old video, that was quite blur due to the equipment and the era, which was around seven to eight years ago, where it was seemingly filmed with a flimsy and out dated camera even back in those days.

Listening to his name being repeatedly called out on the news again and again Charlie walked to stand right in front of the projector, right next to Isabella and Harold, who were just as stunned as him, looking ahead at the screen, with horror covering their faces.

A strange girl sat in front of a wooden desk with a background of what seemed like a graphic green screen, as the background showed a picture of shirtless Charlie standing with his arms forged to look like they had been extended like a hawk while his beach shorts were bulged from his crotch forward to show him having an extreme boner.

Charlie’s eyes bulged out looking at such a morphed picture of his leaked photograph from his vacations in Hawaii that were leaked by the American paparazzi. It created a huge scandal for over a month, about five to six years ago, exactly four months after he went to Harvard. It was such a huge scandal that the crown had to call him back to London to stir clear off the situation.

He remembered how many people had labeled him as a playboy as he was spotted with a Spanish model, but no one had made such a horrendous poster of him, as such as this one particular sketch that seemed like a low budget production of some rip off comedy skit.

The girl sitting on the main desk, wore a pirate patch on her eye and began by making a disturbing noise. Although she seemed drunk but her short stature, dark black straight hair and squinted features gave away the fact that she was Asian;

“Arrr! Me welcome me guests at the weekly nightly with Keira!” she spoke by trying to mimic a poor Scottish accent, that only seemed like a drunken mistake that most people forget.

A poor recorded studio laughter in low quality burst out, filling out the awkwardly empty silence, showing how low budgeted the entire video was.

While the camera, that seemed to have a quality of an old ninety’s VCR, zoomed out a little, as it was being shaken violently off the spot; showing another young woman, more American in her features with blond hair, streaked with brunette, following the same thing and introducing herself as ‘Bonnie’.

“Tonight, we drunk talk about…. Yes, you can guess that right.” Bonnie slated and pointed below towards Charlie’s photoshopped fake, extremely huge boner.

“Oh my God!” he heard Isabella rumble and looked at her only to find her looking horrifically at the screen.

Nobody had any idea who was playing that video, who these women were and what were they planning to go ahead with.

“We talk whether, the Prince’s package is as humongous and huge as claimed by our photoshop editor, James Backley…” the camera took a sixty degree turn almost distorting the green screen behind and showed another young, tall, lean man with blonde flick hair falling till his neck and a goatee on his prevailing chin, as he smiled and flashed his yellow teeth, so close to the camera, making everyone cringe in the hall.

The camera turned back to the two pirate costumed hosts that now had the hooks up their sleeves and mimicked again;

“We talk it out to the model, only to find out.”

The camera than took another zoom out and a woman in a fake long blond wig, almost placed disoriented over her head with big fake brown Channel shades, almost covering her fair skin showed up, mimicking to be busy and cringed.

“Why am I called here?” she spoke in a fake Spanish accent as the fake laughter buzzed again making people cringe, covering their ears.

“We call to confirm, is the Prince package huge?” Bonnie asked with a mischievous smirk.

“What? Package? He offer, a package? But he didn’t give me anything other than his pale white skin show!”

The fake laughter roared again over the screen, while Charlie heard many people snickering and holding their laugh standing in the same hall as him. He even felt Harold and Isabella holding their snickering expressions.

“No! she means his d**k! You know the cocky c**k!” Kiera spoke and the laughter roared over the screen.

“It would be interesting without that annoying laughter sound!” Charlie heard someone sneer and it only boiled his blood making him hold his fist tight.

“Oh, that package!” the blond smirked now looking at the camera.

Fake cooing sounds filled again.

“Now remember, Modela Espanola…” Bonnie stated, “If it is as huge as the claim on the poster behind, James wins and that would be an entire make out session with Kiera and if it is not… than I would win an entire make out session with Kiera.”

The fake model, looked over both James, that was standing behind the camera and Kiera and shrugged, “Eh, no one is to judge but to judge the package of the prince… he was typical short c****d white male with an ego too big that did not match his cock.”

Gasps escaped the entire room and Charlie’s eyes saw nothing but red, filled with hatred for whoever tried defying him and having the audacity to make something that disrespectful. No matter what the democracy stated, in his political views of his post-graduate thesis, he was still a Crown Prince, with the power of demolishing people and he wanted to reverberate his power at the moment.

Kiera jumped with surprise and leaped at James who leaned ahead and came in front of the camera while the two began vigorously making out.

“No!” Bonnie tried fighting them off and the camera went from them to the fake blond.

She held an exhausted look covering her face, thinking that the camera had been turned off, as she took off her wig, letting her black wavy hair fall over her chest, that were mid waisted, she took her glasses off and got up to leave, only to look back at the camera one final time and c**k with an annoyed look covering her face and realizing that the camera might still be rolling.

But she didn’t care at that point, so she simply walked out.

But the flash of her hazel eyes that met the eye of the camera, was enough to tell Charlie, who that woman really was.

Charlie’s eyes widened, considering the odds and coincident of her being the same girl who had occupied his mind since the last night.

 At the same time, sitting on  the couch of her apartment and holding a bowl of ramen in her hands, looking at her small LED screen in complete fright, Celeste, held her mouth opened wide, as she looked at the screen and realized that she was done for good, as she yelled out loud.

“What the f**k!”

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Well, what an interesting turn of events :D

From Charlie's heart break to the news break, everything about this chapter was incredibly fun for me to write.

Thank you for always reading and supporting my work <3