Hidden Royalties

thirteen ༉‧₊˚.

SOME PEOPLE CRY when they find the perfect wedding dress, envisioning themselves walking down the aisle towards the love of their life. That feeling hasn't hit me yet. Maybe the cause wasn't finding the right dress or maybe it wasn't the love of my life I was marrying. I stood on top of a pedestal in the displeasure of my family's home in Sweden, wearing a gorgeous Vera Wang white gown detailed with floral lace. The dress deserved its appreciation, but it wasn't for me. I sighed, shaking my head to the consultant who turned to her rack of dresses and handed me the next one of the 'mother approved' gowns.

The more I think about the entanglement Elias and I were destined for, the more I'd wish time would stop for a moment and let myself breathe for a second. At this point, I was ready to hand all planning arrangements for the wedding to my mother. I'd stopped caring however, it's the only wedding of my own I'd have the displeasure of planning. Anything for family they say.

Midway into taking out the clips to hold the adjustments for the dress, a servant runs into the makeshift dressing room of my family living area announcing a guest has arrived. They hastily scurry out of sight before the person appears at the door.

Alice strode in with a displeasing aura. "Good morning, your majesty."

I ignored the incorrect greeting to prevent any more issues from arising. "And so you came."

"And so I did," she said, crossing her arms. "I almost didn't come. I usually don't respond to unknown numbers but then I realised the address was to some rural country home. Mina was also persistent."

"You did block my number."

"Bad service." I let out an 'ah' of realisation and told Alice to sit down. "I'm guessing you're trying on wedding dresses for the big day?"

I took off the rest of the gown I was wearing as the consultant handed me the next gown. I came back out once putting it on with the consultant pulling areas of the dress to enhance my slim figure.

"This is the last dress I have for you today. Another Vera Wang however a more simplistic style," the consultant described. The dress was indeed simple. Simple and traditional. I took a look at myself in the mirror. The person looking back at me was the picture-perfect image of what a queen in waiting should look like. At least in my mother's eyes.

It was a gorgeous dress with a nice fit but I felt dissociated from the dress. It didn't belong on my body, even though it was the perfect fit. Then I told myself that the dress I wore on the day didn't matter. The only thing that did was the official and legal aspects of the marriage. It wasn't that bad of a dress.

"It's perfect," I stated to the consultant. She smiled and then allowed me to take the gown off after jotting down the measurements of the adjustments to send to the tailor.

Was I happy with the dress? No. Was I happy that it's over and done with? Absolutely.

Alice then looked at me with a concerned expression. I could tell that she knew what I was thinking, we knew it from each other enough to know so. The consultant left before Alice had her two cents.

"Am I allowed to say something or are they not in my rights? Because you absolutely hated that dress," Alice confronted, pointing at the dress on the rack. I looked at it again, longingly this time, but my decision was final. "You were looking at it like it was a disease."

"Alice, I don't get a choice on my ideal dream dress. I do have a choice on a dress," I answered.

She sighed and then sank into the couch she was laying on, "I had a chat with Mina about you." I raised an eyebrow. "I was too angry to realise that you have way more important responsibilities than I could count on all phalanges."