To Love A Princess

Chapter Fifteen

Damen and I had put the finishing touches on everything. The menu, the decorations, pretty much everything but his vows. He still has time to finish them, but I’m worried that they’re going to sound not so romantic. But he told me to calm down and reassured me saying that he knows what he’s doing. I’m going to have to pray for this wedding with the priest beforehand. With everything that’s going on in my life right now, the last thing I need is a wedding I didn’t want in the first place. 

After Damen and I said our goodbyes and I escorted him out, in that moment everything felt as if it was going to be okay. Despite the fact that I’m being forced into marriage after my mother just passed, I know that I’m going to be okay. Since I had nothing else to do for the day, I had decided to spend some time writing in my journal. My feet carried me to my bedroom and I had opened the doors, feeling a slight breeze come in. Taking long strides over to my desk, I opened up the small book to a blank page, grabbed something to write with and began to let the words from my brain transfer onto the page. 

Dear Diary, 

Mom passed earlier today and I don’t even understand why dad is still saying I’m going to get married. Damen and I had tried talking some sense into him, but as usual he’s being stubborn and refuses to listen to anyone else. Dad thinks he’s doing what’s best for me and the kingdom, but he doesn’t realize that he isn’t. Only I can decide what’s best for me. He isn’t walking in my shoes, living my day to day life and he doesn’t understand that there are just some things that simply can’t be done. And the one thing that can’t be done right now is the wedding. People need to mourn before they can celebrate my marriage to Damen, who agrees with me. Mom was loved by everyone and once they find out she’s gone, they’re not going to want to celebrate or anything. But dad doesn’t understand. He thinks that hiding her death from the people is a good idea for reasons I don’t nor will ever understand. But that is just the way his brain operates apparently. I just wish he would think practically about this. I mean if people find out we hid this from them, then it is going to cause a huge mess. I don’t know what to expect once people find out we hid her death from them. But I can only hope that my father fixes this. I don’t want to get married. It’s not like I’m going to have a honeymoon or anything. And then I have to think about Olivia. She says she knows that I do have feelings for her, but does she really know, or was she just saying that to get some sort of reaction out of me? I don’t know what to expect out of any of this. I just feel as if once this wedding is over, once my mother is truly at peace, I can start to get my life together as much as I possibly can. I don’t understand how my dad can be this rude to me. I don’t see how parents just do not care for their children. It’s not like I asked to be here for crying out loud. But I guess this is the life I have to live. Being born into a royal family appears to be something everyone wants but they have no idea what it’s like being closed doors. Sometimes I wish I was born in a lower class family. Maybe then, my life wouldn’t be so complicated… 

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4 Days Until The Wedding…

I barely slept last night. I was constantly tossing and turning. Every time I closed my eyes, I’d see a memory I had with my mom. And each time she’d kiss my cheek, hug me, just any physical contact, I’d shoot right up, my eyes would become wide, and then I’d realize that she was actually gone. Instead of trying to go back to sleep like a normal person, I spent a few hours on the balcony in my bedroom, looking beyond the kingdom and into the forest. And before I knew it, the sun had risen which indicated the start to a new day. Hopefully my father is in a better mood. 

Sluggishly dragging myself into the bathroom to prepare for the day, I yawned a couple of times and stretched to wake myself up. Running the cold tap, I splashed some water on my face and realized that it didn’t help at all, and that I only made a small puddle of water on the floor. I sighed, grabbed a towel from the rack and placed it over the mess I had made. I can already tell this is going to be a long day. 

After getting myself ready for the day, dressing myself in a blue cotton long sleeve dress, I made my way to the dining room and saw that my father sat at the head of the table, drinking his coffee like always. But instead, there’s nothing placed on the table. 

“Um, where’s the food?” I asked, slowly making my way over to my usual seat. 

“I gave the staff the morning off. Thought I might spend some time with my daughter,” he simply replied. 

“Okay who are you and what have you done with my dad?” I questioned, only partially joking. 

“Isabelle, listen,” he began. “I know I’ve been pretty rough on you lately, and I sincerely apologize for that. It’s just that you know I’m always the one that had to be strong for you and your mother. And now that she’s gone, you’re the only one I have left.” 

“Dad it’s okay really I understand,” I told him. “You were just trying to be the backbone of the family. When times were rough you were the one trying to make sure mom and I can’t be mad about that.” 

He nodded. “I’m glad you understand but that’s not all.” 

“What else did you want to tell me?” 

“The second part of the reason why I’ve been so hard on you.” 

“You can tell me. I promise I won’t be mad.” 

“Look Isabelle, on your thirteenth birthday that’s when you finally became a woman. You were so excited to grow up but I wanted you to remain a little girl forever. But on your thirteenth birthday, that’s when King Harold and I began to make arrangements for you and Prince Damen to get married. It was the only thing we could agree on to call a truce between our two kingdoms. And we agreed to wait a little while so that you’d be close to being done with growing up and actually be mature enough for marriage. I’ve kept it a secret from you so that you could enjoy life as it was. I’m still not sure why I’ve taken my anger out on you. It’s not like you asked for it, but I never once asked you how you felt about the situation. I’m so sorry Isabelle. I truly hope you can forgive me.” 

After hearing all of it, it made my blood boil. I didn’t want to forgive him. “So you’re telling me that this wedding has been planned for years and you’ve never told me? All this time my husband has been set in stone since I was thirteen? Dad that was four years ago. FOUR AND YOU’RE JUST NOW TELLING ME?” 

“Isabelle please calm down I-” 

“I can’t calm down. You’ve been planning on marrying me off for literal years and you’re telling me all of this now? For what?!”

He was speechless. Of course he was. Every single time I spoke the truth to him, he became speechless. “That’s exactly what I thought. I didn’t think you could stoop any lower after you refused to cancel the wedding and just give Damen and I a private ceremony like we asked, but you really can stoop so low. I hope that one of these days karma hits you like a horse.” 

With that being said, I ran out of the dining room and into my bedroom. I slammed the door, locking it behind me, then jumped onto my bed, face hitting the pillow, and cried. I cried until I couldn’t cry anymore. 

Hi everyone! I apologize that this chapter got cut so short I’ve been trying to stretch the story out to meet the basic word count of the story, and so far it seems I’m only able to do that with certain chapters. So hopefully tomorrow I’ll have some more material. I also want to thank each and every one of you for your support so far and thank you for bearing with me throughout this cringe worthy story. None of the events in the book were planned ahead of time, so if you came here from w*****d you know that my first few books aren’t always the best they can be. Plus, I’m not used to writing stories without vampires so that could also be it. But either way, thank you guys for reading, come back tomorrow for another chapter.