I PACE AROUND IN MY ROOM, AWAITING the arrival of my Father who also happens to be the King which makes me a princess. The door to my chamber opens and my Father walks in, his blue robe flowing behind him .
"Father!, You can't do this to me!". I yell, stomping my foot.
"Anastasia!", He snaps. "You will not speak to me in that manner. I may be your father but I am also the King. It will do you well to remember your place". I glare at him in anger and turn away.
"I'm too young to get married". I murmur.
"Look at me when you speak Anastasia!". My father yells angrily. I turn to face him, clenching my hands, my fingers digging deep into my palms.
"I said I don't want to get married. It's not fair. You're taking away my youth". I yell.
"I'm preserving it!"
"How is selling me preserving my youth, huh, Father!".
"I am not selling you, mind how you speak. In case you haven't noticed your mother and I are not getting any younger and I need a heir to take over when I retire. Getting you married is the only way that can happen".
"But I'm your heir father. I should be the one taking over from you not some random stranger!".
He sighs deeply. "You know how the rules work Anastasia. No female has ever ruled over Gamor and I don't plan to change that".
"Maybe you should". I say, my voice breaking. "Maybe it's time for a female to rule Gamor. Would you not rather have someone you know rule the land than a stranger who might have ulterior motives?"
"I have done a thorough background search and I trust him. I would not get my only child married to a monster".
"Well, for one I am glad you still care".
"I care about you Anastasia and you know that, you're just trying to make things difficult".
"You're the one making things difficult by getting me married at such a young age father. You're not being fair to me".
"That's enough!", He yells. "The world doesn't revolve around you Anastasia. This isn't about you. It's about the Kingdom, the people".
"So my feelings are not important?"
"They are but the feelings of the people comes first. That's what being a royalty is, what being a leader is. The interest of your people comes first before any other thing".
"I wish I was born a commoner". I murmur.
"You should be grateful for this life you have Anastasia. Many people would kill to be in your position".
"Only because they don't know what it means being Royal. Getting your dreams thwarted for someone else. If they did, they wouldn't wish for a life like this. A life with no choices".
My father sighs helplessly and walks out.
I plop down on my bed in frustration. There's a knock on the door.
"Come in". I said
"Over here", I murmur. My handmaiden, Grace, walks over and sits beside me on the bed.
"How're you doing my lady?". She asks, concern written all over her face.
"I'm doing bad Grace. His Highness still plans to get me married against my will. It's not fair Grace". A tear falls down my face and I wipe it away angrily.
"Oh my lady". Grace wraps her hands around me and pull me to her chest. "His Highness just wants the best for you".
"We both know that's not true", I say with a scoff. "He's doing this for the Kingdom. My choices don't matter".
"What about Her Highness?", She asks, her hand rubbing my back.
"This is Gamor Grace, women have no say here including the Queen. She's just there as a figure head.
"My lady!", Grace shrieks and I roll my eyes. "You do not say such things".
"It's the truth", I say and shrug nonchalantly.
"Do you know to whom you're getting married?", She asks and I shake my head.
"That's another thing about being a female in this godforsaken Kingdom, you have no idea who you're getting married to until the day of the wedding whereas the guys get to know who their wives to be are and everything about them. His Highness might be marrying me to an ogre for all I know". I say with a sulk.
Grace laughs and shakes her head in disbelief. "I have a feeling you're going to make life miserable for this husband of yours".
"Without a doubt", I say with a smirk.
Grace stands up to go prepare the bath for me while I'm left to plot against this husband of mine. I'm going to make his life so miserable, he's going to plead to His Highness to take me back. It's going to bring disgrace to my father's name but at this point I don't care anymore.
I'm sitting down in the dining room having breakfast with my parents. His Highness sits at the edge of the dining table while Her Highness sits opposite him, on the other edge while I pick a seat in between. I keep wondering why we have such a huge dining table when we're just three.
"Anastasia", my Father calls.
"Everything needed for the wedding has been prepared, you'll be getting married in two days time. That gives you forty eight hours to prepare. Your handmaidens will see to it". He stands up and excuses himself, my mom following after him- but not before giving me a peck on my cheek. I purse my lips in annoyance but then I remember everything I have planned and smile evily.
"The earlier I get married, the faster I get to come back home". I say out loud and exit the dining room.
I walk to the garden and sit on the bench, inhaling the sweet fragrance emanating from the flowers. The garden always makes me feel better.
I love reading romance novels, one can even say I'm addicted. I always imagine myself falling in love with a handsome man- not necessarily a prince- and getting married to him in the most romantic way possible. I imagine the King leading me down the aisle and giving my hand away. I imagine the man staring at me hungrily and whispering in my ear how much he loves me and how he can't wait to have me pinned down under him. I picture the way his lips would feel on mine, his mouth savouring every inch of it, then my imagination moves onto the honeymoon. Me, In a sexy lingerie trying to seduce my handsome husband while he laughs in amusement.
My thoughts are cut short by a voice behind me. "My lady, it's time for your dance lessons". Grace says and I follow her in. The King makes me take dance lessons in preparation for the ball that will take place after the wedding rituals have been performed. Just thinking about it makes me want to gag.
I practice my waltz with one of the male servants, my dance teacher observing every little detail and correcting me when necessary. By the end of the day, my legs are hurting and I'm sweaty and sticky. If I ever have the opportunity of ruling Gamor, I would banish dancing to the bottomless pit of Tartarus.
I go back to my room; my bath ready. I pull off my clothes and soak myself in the tub, letting the hot water do it's job. The tub is filled with a strawberry scent and some herbs that helps me to relax.
Now that I think about it, getting married my not be such a bad thing. Being the only child of the King and Queen restricts my movements. I'm not allowed to step foot outside the Castle and everywhere I go I'm either followed by guards or handmaidens. Getting married means I get to leave this place, I get to see places I've never seen and I might even have the opportunity of exploring. Hopefully my husband to be is the adventurous type. If he his, I might make life easier for him. That is as long as he promises to take me on one of his adventures. But I don't get my hopes up so as not to be disappointed. I really don't trust my dad's taste in men. I doubt he cares about how my husband should look as long as he gets the heir he wants and gets into an alliance with the other Kingdoms.
I was so focused on not getting married and making life miserable for my husband to be that I didn't think of the consummation. It's a necessary thing for a married couple. My heart skips a beat at the thought, not in joy but in fear. Being locked in all my life didn't leave any chance for a fling and my father made sure I have no contact whatsoever with the other gender except during my dancing lessons which is thoroughly supervised by my dance teacher. I'm a virgin and the thought of having my first time with a pot belly oldie makes me nauseous. I can't and I won't have s*x with him, no way. He has my full permission to have Mistresses as long as he doesn't touch me. My father would just have to find a heir someplace else.
I exhale deeply, finally feeling relaxed. I stay longer in the bath, imagining scenarios with a guy I'll probably never have. Two days until I'm married, two days until I see the person my father got for me, two days until I'm finally free from this place.