Married to the devil's incarnate

My entire life I have been preparing for this day. I always wanted to marry someone I knew, felt a connection with, someone I could talk to freely, even though I knew that I have no opinion and I cannot choose who I wanted to marry because I am a woman most especially because I am a princess. I knew that my mom would at least consider my opinion but to my father the king my opinion and feelings didn’t matter at all to him. I felt like father was using me as a tool to gain power and to create alliance with the kingdom of Illyria, a very powerful kingdom, by marrying me off to one of their prince’s. Father always said “the kingdom should always come first your desires and every other thing can come afterwards.” If a prince marries for alliance and dosen’t like his wife, he could always get married to another wife. The story is always different for them, usually they have several wives and mistresses. He keeps marrying as long as he is bored with them, while his wives has to please their husband and watch him keep getting married to other women. I cleared my mind, leaving all the bad thoughts aside. I stared at myself through the mirror while my maids were trying really hard to make me look pretty. They dressed me up in a golden dress. My hair was held behind by golden hairpins. The makeup and every other thing was beautiful “Don’t you like your dress, my lady”, Nancy asked. ohhh my I’m going to really miss nancy and jasmine, they’ve been my favourite hand maids. I really share a lot if not almost everything with them. “No, I really love the dress”, I replied trying to hide the fear but I know that she heard the fear in my voice. “Everything is going to be alright”, Nancy held my hand while trying to confort me and assure me that it was going to be alright even though I was getting married to the devil’s incarnate. The marriage ceremony started and I was escorted outside by my handmaids. I caught a little glimpse of my mother and I saw her eyes and I could see how much tears she was trying to hide, that led me to wonder if they were tears of joy or tears of sadness. I concluded that they must be tears of sadness. My father walked down to me and now he was supposed to walk me to my husband and he did. I stared at nothing but the floor even after sitting side to side with the man I was getting married to, the groom. I couldn’t even figure out if I was too scared or nervous to look at my husband. When we started the tea ceremony I decided to look at the groom hoping that he dosen’t look like what I imagined and to my surprise he doesn't look like what I suspected, he looks like me even better. he was tall, broad-shouldered and his thick raven black hair fell over his shoulders down to his waist and I expected to see a man with red eyes and long nails, and maybe even black horns on his head. I never expected for him to be so good looking, he looks like he doesn't speak much because he never said a word to me since. Now it was time for me to go to my new home and I felt a knot in my stomach I even felt like throwing up. Mother came to speak to me while father spoke to my husband. Husband? The word sounded so strange in my head but it also sounded nice. “Its going to be alright, just remember what we talked about”, ohh yeah I remember our mother-daughter talk, obey and respect your husband all the time. My father didn’t even speak to me he just stood there unbothered by the fact that he was marrying me off to a prince rumoured to be the devil’s incarnate. The carriage was waiting outside.the prince, or should I say , my husband led the way. I looked behind one last time and found Jasmine and Nancy standing on the balcony , their cheeks wet with tears. “I will miss you too”, I whispered and we rode home in silence