The Unwanted Wedding

Prologue

1728, Segovia, Spain.

I looked up at him. His tall, strong figure overpowering His dark and beak surroundings. His long dark locks flying free, dancing with the wind. His pale skin glowing in the darkness, even this far below I could still see his brilliant beauty. The great, lengthy black cape made him look vamperic with the redness of his vest. More so than his stance in between the gargoyles of his gothic home.

He watched me intensely as I left. I smiled. I couldn't wait to be in his arms once more, then in his bed. It was wonderful, glorious.  I went to the heavens above then floated down in such bliss to know this man will still belong to me after.  I loved the Duke, Crisanto Ambrosio, the wealthiest man in Segovia. I, Reyna Beilarosa, was loved and in love.

The night around me was black; the clouds turned a smoky blue, not their sunny white. His whole house looked like something found in a gothic tale, so dark and mysterious, like the man himself who owns it. All together grand structures, built as if by the heavens themselves. And with such perfection.

I pulled my copper hair out of my face, pulling it back in my untidy bun. Nothing can take me away from such happiness.  I finally turned away and made my way back to my home in the beautiful Galician forest.  The worlds we lived in were so different, yet both were beautiful. His was the grand city filled with majestic structures and lights for stars. Mine was the natural green forest, that it self talks to you. And the sky above is clearly seen and holds in its magical spender.

My horse and carriage were waiting for me. As soon as I got home, I will tell Madre and Padre, my Mother and Father would most likely want to hear the exciting news.  I left filled with joy, but for some reason, this trip made me more nervous than the others....