Butterfly King

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October 19th, 2020

Paris's pov:

I didn't bother hiding my contempt. The bored and annoyed facial expression was nothing but normal for me. 

Waiting impatiently. 

Waiting impatiently for my bride to walk down the isle fast. So that I could get out of here, away from the eyes of these people. 

I didn't care how she looked. Why should I? It wasn't like I was ever going to talk to her, or even speak to her after this. 

Afterall. I only married her due to a deal. A stupid disgusting deal that wasn't intended for me originally, but for my younger brother. 

I clenched my jaw. There was no point in thinking of past things. 

I let my eyes wander over the room and took in the white flowers littered all over the pews. The large curved windows behind me elegantly streamed through warm sunlight that warmed the back of my neck. Never would I have imagined my wedding to ever happen in a church. 

Hell, I never would have imagined to have a wedding in the first place. 

Why shackle myself to a woman who would beg for my time, sympathy, and effort? When clearly I wasn't capable of doing so. 

It was one of the reasons that i didn't want to get married, I could never treat her well and I knew that. 

I continued my survey of the church and the intricate drawings on the walls and ceiling intrigued me a little, I wonder what storied they told? Ones of blood and wars? Or ones of a god that loved his people so much that he left them to ruins Either were more interesting then this wedding. 

I glanced to the right side of my audience. My brides half of the room. Haughty looking people swallowed in fear as my eyes passed them, each looking equally scared. Some tried to disguise it by looking at me then slowly looking away as if nothing had happened. 

Some were stupid enough to glare at me, to which I held my glare and in 2 seconds they'd back down. Bunch of fucking aristocrats that coward in fear. 

The left side of the church however, only filling 3 pews, making it look rather empty, glared right back at me. A couple even smiling at my expression. 

The front row of the side had 4 people seated. My siblings. My older sister, my twin sister and my 2 brothers sat with scary expressions in their face that the right side of the church refused to look at.

My older sister looked furious, not at anyone but herself, she had fought hard for this wedding to not go forward. My twin sister had an amused expression on her face as she saw the right side of the church cowering only by glancing at them. My second youngest brother however was by far the scariest. 

Anger was evident on his face. His clenched jaw and fury filled eyes were something that anyone would cower at, I could only assume that it was due to the people who were sneaking glances at him, as no one ever seemed to know what went on in his mind.  

The rumors had spread it seemed of him being the original groom. Only if things had carried on the right way 4 months ago. 

My youngest brother just looked plain bored. He sat slumped ruining his suit. He was only 15. He fiddled with his cufflinks successfully tearing one out by accident to which he gasped in shock at earning a glare from my older sister who, upon seeing the disaster he had made of his suit beckoned him over to sit next to her so she could fix it for him. He sheepishly obliged and stood up and scuttled over.