Dezerae MacKenzie Smith, is the princess of Psadria Nation. She soon to be 18 will become queen and needs to find a prince.
Her father, King Richard had planned an arranged marriage for her.
The snob prince Luke was her future husband.
The wedding 2...
I woke up in my king size bed admiring the view. I hear a soft knock at the door. "Come in" I say. Its a maid, "The king has requested you" she says. "Very well I will be there" I say and I smile at her as she leaves the room. I get up and go to the bathroom and shower and brush my teeth. I put on a dress. (This dress)
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I walk out the door and go through the corridor. I enter the throne room to my father sitting on his throne with my mother beside him. I bow, "Mother, Father, you have asked of me" I say standing up straight fixing my posture. "Yes, dea-" my mother says but my father cuts her off. "Yes, Dezerae" he says. "You know how your 18th birthday is coming" my father says. "Yes, Father" I say. "Is there any problems" I say. "Yes there is he says with his head down. "Father, whats the problem" I ask worried. "You don't have a husband yet" he says glaring at me.
"Do I need a husband before my 18th birthday. I mean I could be my own woman. I mean I could have more right reduce taxes-" my father cut me off. "ENOUGH!" My father yelled. I jumped a little. "You will have a husband"he demands. "Sweetie don't you think your going a little hard on her" my mother says placing a hand on his. He moves his hand. "Boys, come in" says my father. 10 princes from different nations come in. "Pick one" my father says. "And what if I don't" I say glaring at my father. "Then I'll pick one for you" he says.
"I don't want a husband"i say storming out of there. I go to my room and slam the door. A few hours pass and I hear a knock at my door. "Who is it" I say wiping my tears. "Father" my dad says. "I don't wanna see you" I says muffled into my dress. I hear keys jingle and my door slowly opens. "I said I don't wanna see you" I say. "Its not your father" a feminine voice says. I look up to my mother beside me. She hugs me and rubs my back. "Sweetie don't cry" she says. My mother has been the only one who has actually cared for me.
"I know sometimes your father can be, whats it called, a scumbag" she says with a little laugh. "I know. But why do I need a husband when I could be my own woman" I say crying into my dress. "Sweetie no man could stop you from being your own woman" she says smiling at me. Just as we were talking my father had to come and ruin the moment. "Uh, Sweetie may me and Dezerae have ourselves a moment" he says. "Yes" she says blowing a kiss at me. My mother leaves the room. My father come in with a boy. It was turning dark so I couldn't really see who it was.
The boy opened the light. I saw who it was, prince Luke of wyvarnia Nation. "Whats he doing here?!" I say. "Calm down sweetie" My father says. "He's going to be your husband" My father says. "H-husb-band" I stutter. "Yes, now you two talk among yourselves" he says leaving the room. "Well, malady we have this entire room to ourselves" he says coming closer to me. "I'm a minor, love". "Ah, your already calling me love" he says with a smirk. "I will not marry you" I say backing away. "Yes you will, and in fact I will be King"he says followed with a evil laugh. Just as was about to climb onto the bed my mother came a saved me. "I think thats enough Luke" she says standing by the door. He wipes his suit and says "Yes, Margaret" he says. "Queen Margaret to you" she says as he walks out the door.
