My Destined Bride

Conflicted

They finally opened the double doors which allowed me to exit my bedroom. The corridor was long, making the bedroom I stayed in the end of this corridor. While walking I saw a couple people, they looked of the noble sort since they wore clothing which were not of the cream uniform I saw everyone else in. They gave me surprised glances as if knowing who I already was. I wondered, what exactly they knew about me? That I was the future king's queen to be? Do they know I was born from my surrogate mother? I bet they knew of the parents that asked my mother to make me. I started to feel sad thinking of my mom as someone who was paid to make me. She did love me...right? I mean she's been nothing but the best mom. But did she only treat me as such because I was going to know who I was one day? My heart slightly breaks at the thought of her not planning of taking me in but due to the sudden crisis she had to sacrifice 20 years of her life when at the beginning she had thought that she was going to make a short term sacrifice and was probably planning what she could of done with the money while she was pregnant with me. I hope I wasn't much of a burden, I self pitied myself thinking that I was a normal daughter and she made me because she wanted me...I thought of myself as naïve and didn't know what to wish. Because if I wished to go back as ignorant I would've still thought my mom was my mom and be self righteous and be a nuisance to my poor surrogate mother...I try to hide my sulking as I walk down the corridor with eyes on me. 

The maids stopped, breaking me from my thoughts and watched them open a door to a room. This room looked like a beautiful ballroom. The ceiling had beautiful Greek-like paintings, the walls were a creamy colour with beautiful crown moulding and the floor were glossy, wooden, walnut stained floors. Very regal. The chandelier was breathtakingly huge with mosaic glass and candles and vases that were a couple feet taller than me and had the most beautiful bouquets of pink flowers I have ever seen. While admiring the room I had not realised the maids had left me.

Then out of nowhere I hear beautiful ballad music playing and I turn around looking for where the music was coming from. Then I saw Will, coming towards me with his hand outstretched. "Lady Beck, may I have the honour of dancing with you on this glorious evening?" Taking a month's worth of ballroom dancing would never help me out here. So I said, "I do not have the experience of dancing to music like this," with a tight smile. "Please, allow me," taking my hand and pulling me into his chest while we swayed side to side.

"Is something the matter Angelika?" his eyebrows furrowed. While I shook my head, thinking he wouldn't understand. Still uncomfortable about the situation I'm in. "You know you can tell me anything, I knew you since you were a babe. This may have been the first time I have gotten to talk to you...but...I've dreamt of this very day since I was told, you and I were meant to be wed." he explained so sweetly. "And when were you told you and I were to be wed?" I softly asked. "I was thirteen at the time, which means you were five." I was shocked to hear how young he was, and how long he knew, and I have been born to marry this man. "Because your parents tried and were unable to produce a child they had to look into a surrogate mother but do not worry you are just as prized as if they both had made you, your mother adored your beautiful face and cute mannerisms," he then added. I wonder when I would finally meet them.