A Royal Pain in the Ball ✓

Chapter 3 - Aisle and a Cupid

At the beginning of the hallway, blocked by a door, she was starting to feel a little nervous. She could feel her nerves climbing up and getting to her. It was her wedding. It was her first. She would rather think of herself as someone harder to hang out than to date, heck, she'd never even dated in her life, except that one fling. And that was sophomore. And to think that other people had multiple marriages in the span of their life. She couldn't even think how they're able to bear all this.

She heaved a sigh. Swiping beads of sweat off her palm with the back of her hand and onto the side of her dress. It was a tiny bead. The fabric as if greeting her with their rough material, or if she was imagining it.

Standing so tight behind the door, almost made her delusional of a suffocation, which she wasn't, and handling her arms of her own which was linked towards another grown man made her restless. It was the butler.

The man who she deemed wad worthy enough, or handsome enough to go down the aisle with her. He looked calm, proper, and elegant enough to walk her down the brimming red of a carpet. Even though he was old. That didn't matter. As she looked up at him, maybe in a search of a clue.

"Are you okay, miss?" He asked.

And hearing that question calmed her for a bit. She was glad he was with her. She felt safe. She'd always felt that the guy had a few ways with her. He was gentle and harsh enough when he needed to if she did something wrong, or something out of place that it was kind of a mistake. And she was glad that he was here, that he could make it.

"In a short while we would be walking down that while. Remember to keep your posture straight, princess." He spoke as he brought down a hand from the left side, figuratively from his ear piece that the wedding manager organized and put it into him as such, for information and safety purposes. And to think that maybe she had an interest in him. Even if she looked a whole lot younger -  maybe 10, and she was definitely human.

"Princess?" He looked down, as he whispered bewilderedly.

Snapping up at him into his eyes, "I'm the princess, -you're calling me that?"

"Yes, because you are married to the Master. Surprising that you are a vampire now, which makes you my vampire queen." He smiled, "My Master that I've stayed with for as long as I could remember. And, he is one lucky gentlemen. I hope you will treat him well." He said. Sort of like a father's speech to her ears.

That it almost made her teary, she didn't know whether to be proud, or to retort something that it would make soft clouds puff out into the air as if to soften her up, and her nerves. She felt too tense.

"And one day you will become my queen."

He looked down at her as if proud, and motioned an upward motion with his hand on top of his head.

How can he say that so recklessly?!

It makes her huff, and looked away silently. It was awkward for her, but it was comfortable and a calming sense to her all the same.

She didn't know if she wanted to blush furiously or expanse the nerves of her jittery limbs, or excuse herself to the bathroom. "Please don't link on so tightly." He informed and he instantly looked down at her.

"Oh, sorry." She murmured, perhaps she was squeezing a little bit too hard- she relaxed her muscles a bit.

"And don't forget to smile. For the guests, and for you to always feel happy. I bet you'd be glad to reach that end of the aisle." He commented. And she couldn't help but think what a lucky man he was, if he ever had a daughter, or such. He would be a great father.