The Prince's Indentured Bride

values we hold

Marriage holds different values among various cultural, religious and emotional individuals who term themselves to become one under the surveillance of the lord, elders, trusted acquaintances and highly educated persons in spiritual energy.

What does it actually define?

For some people marriage is the guarantee of forever courage and power being received from at least one human permanently.

Like how I have seen my mother and father always being dependent on each other, proud of one's achievements… like the trust of having the most dangerous and powerful human on your side.

Thinking about them made me laugh and cry at the same time, maybe I was having vultures for dinner.

Who could possibly believe that Mom made half the police force of Nainital to go on a hunger strike only because Grandfather had refused to allow Daddy dearest choose the count of diamonds on the wedding ring?!

I will.

And then crumble it down into a disaster of nothingness… Even a marriage can't give you a forever.

Then there are those selected weirdos of people who consider marriage an end game and provide an eternal support and lean back to their partners which eventually leads to exploitation of one's innocence and love.

I literally had two living examples right in front of me; Grams and Grandpa had an arranged marriage, and Grams was just like the name she had-pure as Tiffany, and stood a straight beauty-and fu-deeply-cking in love with her only husband.

Even when Grandpa couldn't come to see her during her worse chemo schedule Grams simply made an excuse: He has a sense of responsibility towards his employees. I can manage without him, but hundreds of other families depend on him to get fed.

Bullshit!

She says, sense of responsibility…? I believe it should first start within the four walls of his life; towards the women who made him the man he is today.

Basically, Marriage just sounds like a trashy compromise and sacrifice of one individual to allow and redeem his or her partner to achieve a greater goal and status in a society.

I don't really want to think about the other example though… where on the name of marriage the sacredness of purity was exhilarated in the form of s*x hunger relieving doll which further led to a mental torture and domestic violence by her own brother.

Yet, I couldn't feel remorse for such a victim either.

Maybe I really am an emotionless soul living in the body of a sexy and intimidating woman.

Why didn't I remember this before? Lord!

I could've used this against her, total ass badass trashier, and immediately would know why Meher was important to the Spider.

I really should gather my cards together and start making the worst moves out of my best’s options for consistent output.

I can, and will, surely bring out the Spider from his own woven web, then cut its legs and feed it to the hungry four-legged walkers of the wall and have a success party of the solution.

The concept of marriage around the people I know is surely emerging darker than ever but the only light and hope among all of them is Minerva Aunty's. There is nothing she has not done to give Gabriel the life he deserved; the love of a mother, a family he cherishes and most importantly, the values instilled in him.

The vows. The guests. The venue. The awaiting public. The flock of media. The wine from the haunted red cellar. The seven white swans at the lake behind the church. The oak trees stiffened in boredom.

Every damn thing was ready and prepared. But, me? It looked like an entirely different story.

"It happens darling. Brides lose their s**t before an hour of the ceremony. Once one of my clients had to be hospitalized. So, chillax." Miranda has been giving me little booster talks here and there since morning; the talk which would've been more convincing, touching and emotional if it were Husna, but it's all my doing that I can't even invite her for today.

Then again this was not like a real marriage… I mean yes, it is, everything is very according to an actual wedding, but Gabriel and I know this is an agreement of convenience; where I am just for a luxury vacation away from the dire pit of finding the murderer of my father.

"I may need alcohol." I blurted being nervous for being so alone, vulnerable and clueless on such an important event.

"Don't be silly. You will soon find those creepy butterflies in your stomach, just wait for His Majesty to pay you a visit. He will be so in love with you, over and over again!" I laughed at the irony of her hallucination and expectations from a fruitless label of marriage: this will be the least and last acquaintance in my lists of relationships that I will ever keep my interest and trust on.

Ably, this will be the last second. Because Emmet Greyson is kinda irreplaceable at her place of being hated and non-existent in my eyes.

My statements look like they are contradicting. Stupid Marriage effects!

And Miranda's waiting for Gabriel to come and compliment me… huh, not happening.

He might be too busy with some strategy meetings for his nation's recognition that he may end up wearing mismatched panties.

Plus, this is not a lovey dovely love marriage. Or a probable start of a new phase in an arranged marriage.

Yet, I felt nauseous. And nervous.

Watching the remembrance locket in my hand made me wonder how the person is doing right now? For who was so thoughtful in sending such a consoling gift.

Am I doing things right Daddy? I asked through my eyes which were massacred in shiny glamour and devious eyeliner and curly mascara.

Silence. Wow! What a familial reply father sent me.

"Absolutely not!" I looked startled at such a pessimistic answer; which actually was Joey shouting at someone who dared to bring me a glass of vodka. Although Joey has taken her introverted self too seriously today, maybe with a pinch of sulkiness too because like always Miranda has alone done the 98% talking while she simply did her assistant jobs.

"Don't y'all get it! It's already a Saturday and you guys want to ruin it!?" Joey raised her voice; finally burst out of her built up vengeance bubble of something.