"𝐢𝐭'𝐬 𝐛𝐞𝐜𝐚𝐮𝐬𝐞 𝐲𝐨𝐮'𝐫𝐞 𝐟𝐫𝐞𝐞."
A STORY IN WHICH, you've never had a choice, especially not when you were forced to marry the future king of marley, 𝘻𝘦𝘬𝘦 𝘺𝘦𝘢𝘨𝘦𝘳.
things were difficult from the start, a foreign country a host...
an: super sorry for the late update, school's been insane lately! also thank you to RETR0BLUR for reading this over before I uploaded it!! <3 (re-upload for the title and minor mistakes)
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The Sweat.
It wiped out about ten thousand men and women in the middle-east, it cost Paradis thousand of lives the last summer, and now here it was in Marley ready to claim even more.
The week after Mina Carolina caught the disease, over fifty more nobles reported catching it, and out of them over half were dead before the sun had gone down... Mina was one of the unfortunate souls that didn't get to see the sunrise.
[Name] was locked away in her chambers with the remaining of her ladies as they all tried to pass time and avoid the pandemic that had managed to manifest itself inside Marleyan Court.
Ymir was flipping through a book on Greek mythology, Christa was embroidering a handkerchief, and the princess and Sasha were playing a rather long game of chess.
None of them were speaking.
"That embroidery's lovely, Christa." the princess whispered, to try and break the dreadful silence in the room.
Christa gave her a smile that didn't reach her eyes. "Thank you, hydrangeas." she choked for a moment as she tried to hold back her tears. "They were Mina's favorite."
"I told you to stop mentioning her name." Ymir interrupted, looking up from her book, and Christa jerked her head over to look at her.
"She was our friend!" Christa cried. "How could you be so heartless?"
"Exactly, she was. Mina's no longer here, and bringing her up every two seconds isn't going to bring her back."
"You witch!" Christa yelled standing up. "I refuse to be locked in this room with you."
"Christa." the princess said calmly, not even looking up from the chessboard in front of her. "You cannot leave this room."
"But, your highness–"
"I gave you an order," she repeated, and with one regretful look, Christa sat back down. The princess moved her white horse up one square, before looking up at her lady. "Your turn, Sasha."
Sasha nodded and went to grab one of her knights, but before she could reach over and grab it there was a desperate knock on the door.
The princess straightened up and turned her head to the entrance. "You may come in."
A man with slick-back hair walked into the room with a panicked look on his face. "Princess [Name]," He was about to walk towards her, but she held her hand out.
