The week passed by very quickly. I have been in the chambers for most of it, lying on the bed. The wounds healed quite fast but it could have been due to Matthew bringing me some cream to put on them. I did not have a better explanation for that fast healing at that moment.
What was worse: that day was the day of the wedding. Matthew and I were to be wed. I did not know if I could take it. But I had to stay strong for Edward and Harry just as they stayed strong for me.
Someone opened the chamber's door. A man with a pile of clothes in his hands comes in, a woman following him.
"We bring orders from... King Matthew," she cringed as she said it. "We have to prepare you for the wedding."
"I expected someone will come. You can help me, but I dress alone," I said, standing up from the bed.
"Of course, your highness," she whispered the last words so Matthew's guard would not hear her if they were listening. The door was thick and not many sounds could be heard from the other side but you never know.
I took a better look at the duo. "Natasha? Giorgio?"
"Yes that's us," he smiled. "I didn't think you'd recognize us, my prince."
"You know I would, maybe not immediately but I would. There is too much going on, I barely even recognize myself."
"We'll find a way to stop this," Giorgio said determinedly.
"No!" I raised my voice but then remembered the guards. "No. Do not do anything, you will be hurt, put in a dungeon or killed. I do not want any more death except Matthew's. Do not risk your life. I will rather be his slave than have you or anyone else hurt."
"You truly are the king we deserve and need."
"Natasha... I... Just do not let them hear you talking like that."
"Of course."
"Now, what do I have to wear?"
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Louis' suit
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Matthew's suit
The only good thing about the wedding was that I had the better suit. I actually really liked it and it was comfortable.
There was not a lot of people, usually people of England would be let to attend the royal wedding. Now, except Matthew, Troy and me, the only ones who were there were Matthew's guard and servants who were probably forced to be there, by the looks on some of their faces.
Troy was sitting on his throne, Matthew standing beside him and the archbishop on the other side with his helpers who were holding two crowns on cushions. Natasha and Giorgio were walking beside me.
There was no laughter, or instruments playing. I walked slowly, as if I was expecting to wake up from a nightmare or for something to happen.
I came to the stairs, standing in front of them. Troy and Matthew looked so smug and highly to themselves, being next to each other on the podium.
"Come to stand beside me," Matthew commands. I internally roll my eyes and walk on the podium, standing in front of Troy as Matthew moved there. The archbishop started to read from his book, starting the traditional service. We had to exchange rings. I did not have a ring from him, he gave it to me from his pocket. It was golden and big, decorated with all sorts of gems. I pushed it on his finger. Then he pushed the one he got for me. It was visibly smaller and less nice, like he wanted to be extra sure everyone knew I was not worthy and that I did not have a word in what he would do when he got the crown.
We had to go to the bottom of the stairs, standing there so the people see us and then we turned back do we were facing the throne, Troy and others.
"Kneel, lord Matthew de la Contresse. Kneel, prince Louis Tomlinson," the archbishop said, clearly uncomfortable with the situation.
I kneeled, my knees resting on the second stair out of five of them. They were not really high, that was why there were only five of them. If they made them higher, there would be only three of them.
Matthew and I might have exchanged the rings, but we were not officially together or kings of England until the crowns were on our heads. I could have tried to escape, somehow try to get to Edward and Harry and go with them. I could have hidden a knife and kill Matthew now, when he was close to me. Why I did not do that?
Oh yes, because Troy would have punished the innocent people.
The archbishop's assistants, two boys around 13 years old, came to stand in front of us. Again, the difference between the crowns was visible.
"...the pairing of lord and prince, the tie that would connect them forever in the eyes of public and eyes of God." Boys lifted the crowns, holding them above our heads. "And now the lord and prince become kings..." They started to lower them. I closed my eyes, not wanting to make it seem a reality.
I could almost felt the heaviness of the crown on my head but I did not. There was a loud bang and people began to scream. I opened my eyes in the hope it was not a false alarm and looked behind me.
It was not a false alarm.
The guards were fighting other guards who, now without the hats, could be seen were pirates by their tattoos on the face — a symbol I recognized from Edward's and Harry's ship. I smiled.
"Anyone ordered drama?" came a voice from the upper floor. I looked up to see Harry holding onto big dark purple curtains as he held a sabre in the air. He jumped down, holding onto the curtains. I jumped, running away from Matthew but not before I pushed two boys towards the archbishop and told them to run.
"Harry!" I yelled as I hugged him when he landed down. He hugged me back, careful of the cabre. He pulled back ad kissed me on my lips and thrust something into my hand.
"Here." I looked down to see it was a gun. "Ready to kick some ass?"
"Damn yes."
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I went to check if my books were posted on other sites (check the message board) and ALL of them are on teenfic.net! Will they ever stop fucking stealing?!
