The Great Hall wasn't filled with the Lords and Ladies this morning. Victor's wish for a quiet marriage did go as planned.
There were very few people who witnessed the marriage of Meela Stark and Victor Boutayre. Queen Thea was there of course, with Princess Ravenna, Lord Vancee, a few important ministers of the country, Kane and the other Sworn Knights guarding them.
Every minute through the ceremony she prayed. She prayed for a god she did not believe in. She was one step closer to losing her freedom.
She hoped someone would rescue her from this horror. God. A man. A woman. Someone. Kane.
But none came. Not even Kane.
It was just a silly girl's wish. For her knight, her Prince Charming to come and rescue her, take her away from this awful place, from this dreadful turning point of her life.
A tear slipped down her cheek and the priest noticed it. Not wanting him to create a ruckus, she smiled at him, a gesture he too repeated. Victor let out his arm and she hesitantly held it.
It was all over. Nobody could save her now. She was married to this man. Married for eternal life.
Meela squeezed her eyes tight, swallowing her sobs and ignoring her husband's warm hand holding her.
She was now Meela Wolfe Boutayre, wife of Lord Victor Boutayre.
She was bound to this man and for the first time, she was afraid. She was going away somewhere she has never even dreamt of.
She kept quiet the entire afternoon, only giving a sweet, fake smile to anyone who greeted the newlyweds. Nobody noticed her dead eyes. Nobody cared about the poor soul writhing in agony. Nobody saved her.
They were seated next to the Queen, and everyone was too preoccupied with the fine eatables that was served. Although Meela's stomach was rumbling with hunger, her food was left untouched. She hadn't eaten anything since last night.
Although the food was simply mouth-watering, she couldn't enjoy the food. She was forcing herself to swallow her meals. She had no appetite at all.
'I'm sure you'd be eager for your wedding night, Lord Victor? Since you're now married to the Lady Wolfe, the jewel every man dreams of?' Thea's voice was the last thing she wanted to hear right now. She was gripping her wine chalice, pressing her lips together.
She flinched when she felt a hand on her thighs. It was her Lord husband. It wasn't a dirty advance. She could hardly believe it though, it almost seemed like he was trying to reassure her that everything's alright with his touch. It was oddly comforting but she pushed his hand away, still not preferring his touch.
'I am looking forward to it. But I'm afraid I have to leave Cagred soon. My presence is urgently required there so I'm afraid I will have to postpone our consummation night...'
'Lord Victor humor me,' Thea scoffed. At that moment Meela wanted to cast the chalice down on her table and grab the nearest knife to stab the Queen.
'I can't let you leave without the consummation. It's a traditional custom. And it's the Queen's orders.'
'Queen Thea, she is my wife. I decide when I wish to spend my private time with her. We must leave Cagred and head for the Gold City. Today.'
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Lady Wolfe | The Beginning | • Wattys 2022 •
Romance| Cover by Pexels & Canva | There was a new suitor in town. The perfect groom for the fiercely stunning Lady Meela Wolfe. Lord Victor came from a powerful lineage, he had the power and looks and she was to marry him. But how could she when her heart...
