My pre-designed life

Chapter 1

Amethysts pov

My heart beats faster and faster with every single step the horses take as the carriage Is pulled down the dirt road. my hands are shaking and my palms are sweaty. I don't know why I am so nervous it's not like he can say no to marrying my he has no choice. But what if he does not like me, what if I like him. I mean it wouldn't be a bad thing seeing I have to spend the rest of my life with him but I don't want to like him. I can't like him.

When we pull up to the white gates of the palace I am shook out of my thoughts as the carriage rustles to a stop and my door is opened by a guard dressed in all black except for a dark blue vest and a shinny silver sword holstered in the holster.

"Hello ms. Avington. I'm Ashton Irwin and I will be showing you around Iredale today.

"Oh ok and just call me amethyst." I insist as a step down from the coach.

Me and Ashton walk through the huge front doors which open up to very tall Celia and white/silver walls. The marble floor are so shinny the reflect the gorgeous chandeliers that hang from the ceilings. Even though the halls are beautiful and elegant and there are guards placed at every door frame and servants and maids running here and there it all seems so dead and empty.

Ashton shows me room after room. He shows me the dinning room with instead of the pure white walls it's walls are painted a light baby blue. Wall to floor windows are on side if the room and let in the summer sun light. A huge wooden table is set dead in the center of the room and a ginormous, long, crystal chandelier hangs low above the table. He shows me the ball room which is just a big empty room with marble flooring and a stage. He shows me the library and I know this is where I will be spending most of my time. There has to be over a million books. He shows me countless of other rooms including mine and a sitting room. The rooms he points out but won't let me see are the long and queens room Michael's room and the kings meeting room.

The last place Ashton shows me is the kitchen. He kitchen is surrounded with doors.

"What are all of those doors?" I question.

Oh some of them are pantries but some of them are rooms for guards, maids, servants, and the cooks.

"Oh." I reply

The kitchen is the complete opposite of the rest of the castle. It's so lively and warm and just generally happy. It smells like a bakery like freshly made breads and pastries. The kitchen has servants, maids, guards, and cooks running to and from. There's a big fat, pudgy, short lady with short curly bright red hair streaked with grey, sticking out in places from her loose bun. She has freckles all over her face and arms and her eyes are a pale green.

"Who's that's?" I ask Ashton pointing over to the lady.

"Oh that's Cheryl she is the head chef but she acts like a mother figure to is servants, maids, and guards. She's a really nice lady you will like her.

"Hey Cheryl come here." he yells over all of the commotion.

"Haha what is it boy?" She asks him as he wraps his arm around her shoulder and pats his stomach.

"This is amethyst. the one who is going to be marrying Michael." Ashton says looking down at her.

"Oh what a pretty girl you are." she smiles as she pulls me into a tight hug. Well I have to get back to cooking now but I hope to be seeing you around." she says then walked away. After she walks over to a younger looking girl pulling something out of an oven I see a man dressed in the same thing Ashton is appear behind her.

The boy is in the same thing as Ashton but instead of the curly light brown hair like Ashton this guy has straight blonde hair with bright blue eyes. He has a perfect smile his teeth are bright white and straighter than a ruler. When he smile little creases form at the sides of his eyes and his smile is wide so hit top row of teeth show. He resembles much of a giant he is abnormally tall and has giant hands with somewhat long fingers. whilst I'm string at him I don't realize that he's staring back at me. His bright blue eyes are locked in mine when I slightly look away uncontrollably blushing. He chuckles and pulls Cheryl into a tight hug which he has to bend down even then he still towers over her.

"Who is that?" I ask Ashton pointing towards the boy.