She was drawn the beautiful things in life and unfortunately so was he, that is probably why he felt so drawn to her.
She is gentle caring and afraid of the dangers in life.
He is cold harmful and bound to break her apart.
She walked out of the bathroom and looked around confused and shocked seeing something unexpected.
4 women were in her room bringing in clothes and dresses while a tall slim woman was ordering them around.
Coughing to gain their attention the 4 women turned to her making the other woman turn back as well.
"Oh finally we've been waiting!" The woman clapped and whispered something to the other women before stepping towards her.
"Who are you?" She asked still confused.
"You're one and only wedding designer!" She exclaimed with a cocky tone.
She furrowed her eyebrows in sadness and shook her head.
"No get out I'm not getting married please." She said as calmly as possible not believing that he'd have the audacity to call them over to her house.
"Don't be silly darling we've brung you some of the best dresses in the whole kingdom don't be arrogant now!" She looked at her angrily now.
"Get out please!" She yelled stomping her feet on the floor trying to seem powerful.
"Girls hold her down." She rolled her eyes and signalled the girls as they all came towards her and held her down, they were like robots following her every command.
Alright now let's get to picking your dress shall we!" She clapped her hands excitedly and began browsing through the dresses.
Hours had passed and she was exhausted, her ribs hurt from getting her corset tightened so much and her legs were aching from standing so much, they had moved to the ballroom for the much bigger dresses.
The lady tightened her corset and the 4 women were fixing her hair trying out the jewellery trying to find the most suitable one for her.
The lady gasped in shock and suddenly tears filled her eyes as her hands covered her face.
"Oh yes darling this one's it!" She sobbed and clicked her fingers making the four women run towards a large mirror with wheels and put it in front of her.
The dress was beautiful she looked at herself in shock she looked magical and elegant it stunned her.
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Snapping out of her trance she frowned remembering what this was all for.
"Girls I want you to preserve the dress ready for the wedding!" She yelled as they all nodded.
She had gotten out of the dress and was back in her normal nightgown while the women in the back were fussing around trying to see how they could package it up.
They spent the whole day trying on dresses and she noticed it was already night, she excused herself and ran straight to her room.
She wasn't going to return back to them as she said but she didn't care whether or not they'd get angry they had chose the dress anyways and she was exhausted.
As soon as she reached her room she locked the door and got into bed shortly falling asleep after.
4 days had passed since that incident and Prim had spent most of her time in her room while the servants were busy preparing for the wedding.
She had been in a state of depression as soon as she heard her father discussing plants about it with some men who seemed to be wedding planners.
There was no way she could avoid this and she was devastated, if only her mother would here she would've put a stop to this.
It was the late afternoon and Prim as usual was staring at the outside scenery while laying down on the window bay.
She hadn't slept in her own bed for these past days she preferred the window bays more as she could look outside.
She was in a constant state of misery and her mind went blank she felt as if the world had turned upside down.
All she wanted to do was sleep herself to death so she'd never have to wake up, she enjoyed the peace sleep brang and slept through all her emotions choosing to ignore them rather then think about them too much.
She felt her door rattle and someone knock, "Who is it?" She asked with a throaty quiet voice.
"It's me." Her father replied back making her gulp nervously.
"What do you want." She spoke sternly.
"Open the door." He commanded and she hesitated before getting up and opening it.
He walked in immediately and sat down on the bed as she walked back to the window bay.
"How are you feeling." He said calmly making her look at him with confusion and anger.
How could he ask her such a question after making her marry that monster!
"What do you mean how do I feel?! I feel like absolutely hell I mean how stupid do you have to be to ask such a question I don't even know who you are anymore I don't know why mother married such a horrible man like you I hate you so much!" She yelled out in frustration and anger she hated him so much right now.
She suddenly felt a cold hard hand land a slap on her cheek as her head turned to the side due to the impact of the slap.
She looked at him with tears coming out her eyes, Only hatred could be seen in her gaze.
"I am your father and you shall not speak to me like that! I control who and you shall marry and that is final do not raise your voice at me! I have spoiled you too much you've started to believe that you rely only on yourself well you're wrong everything you have is because of me so you shall obey and listen to me do you understand!" He shouted at her while holding a chunk full of her hair in his hand.
She sobbed and cried loudly and with a shaky voice she responded, "Y-yes." She cried out loud and he finally let her go before leaving the room and locking the door from the other side.
"You are not to leave this room until the wedding." He yelled from the other side as she was still sobbing and crying.
Her knees got shaky and she fell to the floor while holding onto the floor screaming and crying.
She had never felt such intense emotions before and was hyperventilating on the floor.
After a while she wiped her tears away and ran to the bathroom.
She found a shaving razor in the cupboard and gulped looking at it, she had no other way of escaping this life so she thought the only way to end her misery was to end herself.
She brang the razor to her wrists and gulped nervously. "Dear God please forgive me but I can't do this anymore please understand me!" She cried and without thinking sliced the razor on her wrist.
It didn't go deep at all but she freaked out seeing the blood and hadn't realised she had such a phobia of blood until now.
She began panting heavily and panicking trying to stop the bleeding, her vision went blurry and it began getting harder for her to breath.
She blacked out o the floor of the bathroom.
After a few minutes one of the servants opened the door to bring Prim her lunch and that's when she saw her in the toilet with blood rushing out of her wrist.
She yelled out for help and Prim was immediately taken to the nurse who cleaned her wound and bandaged it while the other servants were quick to inform her father about the situation.
