Prince of Pain

With every step I took down the soft path of grass lined with yellow rose petals my heart beat sped up. Not because I was excited to see my groom. Not because I was overjoyed that I would wed a man I loved today. I was fidgety and jitterish and so hopelessly afraid of falling on my face infront of officials from Keyairan and Keresan. The eyes burning wholes into the obnoxiously lacey wedding gown weren't at all soothing. I gripped the bouquet in my hands praying to whatever holy spirit that might reside, that I don't fall. I'd kept my gaze squarely on the yellow roses in my hand. Of course I wasn't hunched over but I could look ahead knowing I was walking to my doom. Knowing that I was about to walk into a loveless marriage with no chance of ever seeing the man I loved again. I would be forever tied to Dark Lord. The cold man who reveled in acts of brutality. The man who could bring armies to their knees with a simple change of facial expression. I was by no means afraid. After all when I'd lived with the kind of father I did, I'd developed a thick skin, I'd learnt the basics of self defense. But I knew if worst came to worst and he wanted to hurt me I couldn't really stop him. As I stepped onto the alter I reminded myself that I was the only person left in the Keres family line who actually cared about our people. And that I had become a sacrafial lamb for them. That calmed my heart a bit. Knowing that they would no longer live in poverty due to my father's reckless callousness. With a new found motivation I lifted my gaze to the groom. He was as painstakingly handsome as he was made out to be. Sorin Keyair had inky black curls, bright silver eyes that glittered with untold secrets, his jawline was jaw dropping, he was impossibly tall and lean. Knowing what evil was hidden underneath the beauty made leveled the playing field slightly.