The Witch and The Blind Princess

The Wedding

Haidee blinks her eyes, feeling anxious, nervous, and ecstatic. She lowered her head as her cloudy eyes suddenly became clear. Slowly, she raises her head, and her eyes set on the face that she longed to see.

Her breath caught in her lung as she stared, wordlessly, in awe. 

Medeia. Her hair was long, dark raven-haired. She was tall and lean, but you can tell that she is strong even with lean muscles. Her face was delicately carved, perhaps by the hands of the goddesses. It was perfect and unrivalled. There's a small scar on her alluring thin lips and on her straight nose, probably caused by a sharp sword, but it added the sexiness on her face. Her jaw was sharp, beautifully portioned. Her exotic cheekbones perfected her oval feature.

What caught her off guard was Medeia's eyes. Her eyes were deep emerald green, mesmerizing, dangerous, and cold. Her eyes weren't one filled with a vengeance as what Haidee thought she is. Instead, it looked sorrowful. 

Haidee was completely captivated. She was wordless, terrified, and charmed. She clenched her heart that was beating almost mercilessly. It hurts so much that the power Medeia has on her.

She let out a soft gasp, mentally. There are no words that could explain how much Medeia charmed her. But if there's a phrase to explain it, she would say, 

'What a terrifying beauty,' 

Medeia, on the other hand, didn't notice Haidee's dim hyacinth eyes that started to come alive. She didn't pay enough attention to her. Instead, she slowly moves away from Haidee.

She walked towards the door before turning behind and gazing at Haidee, who strangely stood there without moving. She scanned Haidee, who seemed to stare tensely at her. She did notice the pale complexion of her, with rosy on her cheeks. Still, maybe it was because Haidee is anxious about tonight.

The Princess who bravely trapped her, now acting shy. 

Her mouth curved into an unconscious smile, amused by her little bride. 

"Instead of standing there like a creep, perhaps you should begin to save your energy for our wedding night tomorrow. My lovely bride,"

Medeia winked, not realising it was a flirtatious wink. Unaware that her flirtatious wink and unconscious smile had nearly killed her bride.

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-Wedding-

Medeia was hesitant at first when Jada asked her to wear the Den Tribe's wedding attire. She only wore it after Jada forced her to. Now, she stood under the Dark Forest' sacred tree, waiting for Haidee to walk towards her. If it were the Den Tribes' sacred matrimony, the two couples would walk together. 

Medeia pretended to be unaffected by the marriage and the wedding night. She was, in fact, extremely bothered. Bothered with the fact that she is going to marry her enemy's descendant.  Bothered that she is going to share a bed with her enemy's descendant. Bothered that she is actually reciprocating her feelings.

Medeia stood and watched, silently waiting for her bride. After Jada broke the silence, Medeia finally saw a beautiful bride wearing the Den Tribes' traditional wedding attire that matched hers.

Medeia glared annoyedly at Jada, who probably asked the tailor to match Haidee's dress with her. Though deep inside her heart, she thanked her.

It took a few seconds for her eyes to adjust to the beautiful bride linking her arms with Huttign, who was now elegantly walking towards her.