Here I'm standing the Queen of the Queen gambit empire. The Queens gambit like chess, right, my life is like chest, just that as my father finished his game, mine started...
Walking to my one wedding that I obviously didn't wanted to go to. Walking between two range of benches in a beautiful long, white wedding dress and don't forget my crown, a wonderful gold with white crystals matching with my dress. I walked toward my future husband, his brown hair lightly falling over his forehead on his head he had a crown too. Why did they give him one too?! I'm the Queen here he's just a price. Not even a rich one. Prince Roman Blackburn.
I reached the altar faster then I wanted, all eyes were fixed on me. Roman reached for my hand and I took it. I looked down at anybody, his mother and father. My mother, she died at my birth, her game didn't leased long.
„Do you Price Roman Blackburn from Balderik are you willing to take the Queen Victoria from the Queen gambit empire as your wife?" the man dressed in a black suite asked price Roman. „Yes I do." he answered the questing. Probably the most important question in his life.
The man turned his head in my way. „Do you Queen Victoria of the queen gambit empire are willing to take prince Roman Blackburn from Balderik as your husband?" I looked down at the people who set on the benches. Then I saw it the man who tried to kill me multiple times. My worst enemy. As I saw his smirk on his face I knew why he is here. He's here to kill me and another time he's not going to let me go until he can look at my lifeless face.
I started running, as I opened the big doors from the church I ran outside. I ran thought the snow. A winter wedding, it would be beautiful with the right man.
I knew my enemy is running behind me. I ran though the white garden and into the forest my long brown hair were blown backward by the wind.
My dress was getting dirty at the ends because from the forest. I looked back seeing my enemy the prince Reagen from the dark kingdom.
I knew I wasn't going to least long running like this. He was near me and I could feel this. In the next moment I cold fell his hand on my wrist.
I could feel the knife slowly cutting into my skin, my blood flooding down a little on my white dress.
„On my wedding?" I asked him smirking knowing he is probably going to kill me. „Yes." he said „On your wedding." the last words before he crashed his lips to mine.
Yes on your wedding.
