Eleanor's Secret

Bridesmaids

Tomorrow was the wedding and I still didn't have bridesmaids. The more I pondered who they should be, the more I realized I didn't have friends. Sure there was Mrs. Anne, my violin teacher, and there was Careen, the girl who's parents often came for dinner parties, but, neither really fitted the bridesmaid description. 

Kendrick (my eldest brother) had offered Ebba to be my braidsmaid. They had gotten married a few years ago. We didn't talk much but, thats because I was 17 and she was 25. Ebba was a very sweet and would be perfect except for the fact that she was 5 months pregnant with their first child.

I sat out on my patio sipping a cup of coffee. "Oh, my Eleanor coffee? Be more lady like!" I could practically hear mother's comment on my drink choice. The dasies blew softly in the gentle breeze. I heard large footsteps from behind me before two large hands covered my eyes.

"Hello my beautiful fiance," Alfred exclaimed. I laughed, he tried so hard to make me love him, i felt bad. Alfred removed his hands from my eyes and sat down adjacent to me. He noticed the worry in my eyes and gave me a concerning look. Why did he care about me so much?

"I'm fine Alfred, no worries at all. Just a bit stressed out that I need 4 bridesmaids still and our wedding is tomorrow," I say. Alfred runs his hands through his hair and smiles that crooked smile, "Oh Elle your adorable. Your mother has already selected your bridesmaids. Of course, my younger sister Nara will be your maid of honor, and the other three are your cousins, you remember the triplets?"

Oh, i remembered the triplets. They lived in the United States. My aunt decided royalty wasn't for her and fled before her corranation ceromony, therefore, my mother and father became king and queen.

The triplets, Ashley, Kaitlyn, and Brittany were all stuck up americans. All they cared about was television and the latest "celebrity gossip". Honestly, they were 15. It was time for them to grow up.

Looking at Alfred I gave him a weary smile and he bellowed a laugh, "Oh Elle you will be fine." I nodded and accpeted that these were the kind of people I am going to have to deal with as the queen, I would get used to it sooner or later.

 We sat staring out at the castle grounds, Alfred knew I didn't want to talk. He grabbed my hand and gently rested it on the table. I felt nothing. In all the books I have read from my library (romantic novels are my favorite) love was always shown as something you could feel deep inside of you. The person you marry is suppost to be your soul mate.

 My father came outside. His presense was always very powerful. Alfred le go of my hand and looked up at him. My father had chosen Alfred as the man to marry me so I still don't understand why Alfred becomes so intimidated around him. But, then I realize the look on my father's face, It is a look he doesn't have often. My father, the king, looks scared.