The Bat In The Wall
Today is my wedding day. It should be the happiest day of my life, but it’s the most miserable. Why did Uncle have to choose the most odious of my suiters? Not even Father agrees with the match, but Father has no choice but to go along with what Uncle decides, in this matter and everything else. He is the second son, after all. And now I must do as I am told just as Father does. Uncle says my betrothed, the Baron, is only second to the King in wealth and influence.
I pray that I will be a widow not too long from now. I know this is a wicked thought, and I will pray for forgiveness for thinking such things. I am barely sixteen, and he has already seen his fortieth winter. I am also not his first wife. He has already seen three other women into early graves.
Father ass
